After scanning a million scraps of paper in my purse-thrice, my pant pockets-zillion times, secret hiding places at home in Chennai, old newspapers in Bangalore, outlook magazines on my shelf in my room, my underwear, my room mate's underwear, novels, under my mattress, my drag-o-bag and after enquiring a billion people like my mother, my friends girls/guys, it finally dawned upon me that I have lost the third copy of bank pay-in slip that was to be sent with the CAT application and without which I cant become a Manager type ka person. I dint leave a stone unturned my desperation knew no bounds and I even enquired my PM and my landlord if they had taken it out of jealousy but I guess they are innocent and cant be blamed but so is me .I never knew that it was imperative to send the bank challan with the form, first time hai na!! Isliye... No, I am not careless I just kept it to carefully and now I am unable find it. I think that its just destiny which does not want me to do my MBA. Waise Mass Comm. seems like a more viable option now. What say?
However that is over and I have sent my CAT form to the IIM people with an apology letter written in true innocent, school student style. I hope they are merciful people and let me write CAT 2007 else its just a good news for all the CAT aspirants. One extra seat for you people so thank your stars that I ain’t writing CAT and for all those zealous, enthusiastic and boring IIM aspirants pull up your socks and start working hard because there is not much time left now. And before I can end this post I want to thank everybody who stood by me, away from me , jacked me , screwed me, loved me, hated me in my short spanned endeavor of writing CAT 2007
-- Priyanka/Ramprakash- Thank you very much for the books. When the world had turned itself away from me and I was shown a big NO (Eiffel tower size) you people helped me by lending me books and therefore I love you people for that.
-- Elivia- Thanks girl for teaching me how to find a square root by the long division method, too bad that your effort might go in waste if I fail to write CAT but still I love you for that.
-- Bank Manager- I love this man for very politely showing me off to another employee of the bank who in turn made me wait for an hour while he visited rest room for his private chores and phone calls. If all this was fruitful his name would have been added with the others but he requires a special mention when he said he can’t do anything about it.
-- My sister who did not care for me being left uneducated nor does she care about herself that if her brother becomes a manager at least she can show off to her friends.
-- My mother who made a few meaningless visits to the bank in the hot, July sun of Chennai.
-- I thank every body who ever thought I wasn't good at math. To live up to your expectations I have stopped studying but then don't be complacent because I might be back next year provided I am alive and kicking around.
-- My moped which took me places in Chennai when I roamed unknowingly As I had lost a very important piece of paper.
-- My 1108 phone that was used to make a million phone calls to my friends on whom I depended to go the bank in Chennai an enquire which way had to be the best way to murder a careless person like me but I guess they are just too nice to me because they cared more about their GF's and wanted to spend more time with them, sounds strange, is it a duty or what??- Anyways the point is my cries and pleas fell on deaf ears.
-- I have a very sarcastic "I love u " and the let the "devil's wife do u " kind of feeling towards a few people who promised to help me but made me run about for books for months. I am very polished person and would refrain from using any foul language here. :)
-- And in the end thanks for the peace of mind provided by all those inquisitive, brain washing kind of visitors in my life . Who tried their level best to confuse but now the situation is like. Na rahega sanp na bajegi basuri .. !!!
Sunday, September 09, 2007
Monday, September 03, 2007
Meri Kahaani mere bag ki zubaani .. !!
What do u do to a person who makes you suffer so much that at times that you feel like running of from him but what if he had bought you with a lot of love and care and to add to that with a lot of money, for his standard and if you were special to him because you were his first purchase in the beautiful city of gardens, Bangalore with his first hard earned salary. You are left with no other option but stop ranting and stick to him. I got to stay beside him as he sleeps lazily on this Sunday morning on a bed so filthy that even a beggar won’t approve off it. With old editions of newspapers strewn all over his bed and he sleeps and he cuddles on top of them and I lay as black as ever in one corner, staring at him, wondering as to when this lazy Kumabakarnan will get up. He never sleeps this way, this long in presence of his mom but now, today he is a bachelor staying away from home in a remote area of Bangalore where there are more dogs than humans and only if these dogs were more mannered, they wouldn’t mate in public under the autumn sun of Bangalore. By the way, have you ever noticed, street dogs give birth to the cutest puppies. However they become insane and cheap when they grow and try to eat little kids.
Oops!!! I forgot to introduce myself. Hello, my name is drag-o-bag, weird name isn't it? But Mohit could not think of anything else. I am a back pack (black in color) and though I have a weird picture on me which does not resemble a dragon(see pic) yet Mohit has named me so. If only I was his Parker pen which he has been using right from the time he became young and handsome, he would have named me better. However for now I am just a mere bag, a back pack that is only used to hold old newspapers and notepads. I hate this habit of Mohit, I mean old newspapers carrying stale news is as useless as posting a CAT application without the third copy of bank pay-in slip (I did this mistake recently and blew my chance of writing CAT). Justine Henin Hardenne, his new obsession still resides in me and so does a mock collage of the financial budget 2007.There have been so many instances where this guy had been scrutinized along with me by the Infosys security guard ridiculed upon for carrying so much garbage but I guess he is just too shameless to take all these embarrassing moments to heart. This fella has a memory of a paralyzed rat and thinks he would remember all those stock rates and the articles that he reads in newspaper. Ask him the difference between a MP and MLA and I bet he wouldn't answer.
I am a sad picture of anguish, pain and sorrow. Yea, you got it right all the words used in the preceding line almost mean the same. The front pocket of mine is not used to hold Parker pens or currency notes. My owner has stuffed my mouth with things that I am sure museum fellas would be interested in. A Sony Ericsson WTA open ticket which dates 9 months back and a rock concert ticket which is even older. As far as I know Mohit, he is not one of those show off kind of fellas but I guess he still keeps these things because he wants to remind himself of the days that he spent in Bangalore. A few newspaper articles that are close to his heart literally flicked from the newspaper kept in the lobby of Infosys in true con artist style. I have seen the horrifying spectacle a number of times now and my heart starts to pound whenever he draws a ball point pen from the front pocket of mine and draws a thick line bordering the article in the newspaper late at night when there is no one left in the lobby except the security guard who himself is busy talking on the phone. He then tears the article along the border and Voila!!! It’s easy as the pen has already made an impression on the border. No wonder he keeps stuffing me with pens of sharpest nibs.
The only thing that I have been proud of holding till date is his rattling radio Which he loves a lot .Apart from this I hold a few ATM slips , bank statements which answers a lot of queries of mine when I was anew and wondering as to why this fella roams alone and not a girl around. I mean I have seen him a lot of times admiring a lot of cute ladies and knowing the fact that he is young and talks decent English that might impress Mayawathi, can do a lot more to his bachelor life than just staying single. He holds a bank balance so enviable of which even his pet dog would feel insecure off.
I have been through rough and tough times, nothing can be as dirty as his sweaty clothes and dirt ridden shoes which he stuffs into me for a certain active, pumped up morning in the gym. I should say that these morning are nightmares to me and I wish all the laziness in this world to creep into him but I guess this is what life is going to be like for me and what is more important is that we both going to stick around each other for long with me perched on his back I am always happy to see the world around instead of sitting in the dreaded Big Bazaar where comes huge crowd every weekend and scrutinize every body part of mine only to leave back in the store. So here I go wishing him luck and a long consortium with me so that I can serve him till the end of my life.
Oops!!! I forgot to introduce myself. Hello, my name is drag-o-bag, weird name isn't it? But Mohit could not think of anything else. I am a back pack (black in color) and though I have a weird picture on me which does not resemble a dragon(see pic) yet Mohit has named me so. If only I was his Parker pen which he has been using right from the time he became young and handsome, he would have named me better. However for now I am just a mere bag, a back pack that is only used to hold old newspapers and notepads. I hate this habit of Mohit, I mean old newspapers carrying stale news is as useless as posting a CAT application without the third copy of bank pay-in slip (I did this mistake recently and blew my chance of writing CAT). Justine Henin Hardenne, his new obsession still resides in me and so does a mock collage of the financial budget 2007.There have been so many instances where this guy had been scrutinized along with me by the Infosys security guard ridiculed upon for carrying so much garbage but I guess he is just too shameless to take all these embarrassing moments to heart. This fella has a memory of a paralyzed rat and thinks he would remember all those stock rates and the articles that he reads in newspaper. Ask him the difference between a MP and MLA and I bet he wouldn't answer.
I am a sad picture of anguish, pain and sorrow. Yea, you got it right all the words used in the preceding line almost mean the same. The front pocket of mine is not used to hold Parker pens or currency notes. My owner has stuffed my mouth with things that I am sure museum fellas would be interested in. A Sony Ericsson WTA open ticket which dates 9 months back and a rock concert ticket which is even older. As far as I know Mohit, he is not one of those show off kind of fellas but I guess he still keeps these things because he wants to remind himself of the days that he spent in Bangalore. A few newspaper articles that are close to his heart literally flicked from the newspaper kept in the lobby of Infosys in true con artist style. I have seen the horrifying spectacle a number of times now and my heart starts to pound whenever he draws a ball point pen from the front pocket of mine and draws a thick line bordering the article in the newspaper late at night when there is no one left in the lobby except the security guard who himself is busy talking on the phone. He then tears the article along the border and Voila!!! It’s easy as the pen has already made an impression on the border. No wonder he keeps stuffing me with pens of sharpest nibs.
The only thing that I have been proud of holding till date is his rattling radio Which he loves a lot .Apart from this I hold a few ATM slips , bank statements which answers a lot of queries of mine when I was anew and wondering as to why this fella roams alone and not a girl around. I mean I have seen him a lot of times admiring a lot of cute ladies and knowing the fact that he is young and talks decent English that might impress Mayawathi, can do a lot more to his bachelor life than just staying single. He holds a bank balance so enviable of which even his pet dog would feel insecure off.
I have been through rough and tough times, nothing can be as dirty as his sweaty clothes and dirt ridden shoes which he stuffs into me for a certain active, pumped up morning in the gym. I should say that these morning are nightmares to me and I wish all the laziness in this world to creep into him but I guess this is what life is going to be like for me and what is more important is that we both going to stick around each other for long with me perched on his back I am always happy to see the world around instead of sitting in the dreaded Big Bazaar where comes huge crowd every weekend and scrutinize every body part of mine only to leave back in the store. So here I go wishing him luck and a long consortium with me so that I can serve him till the end of my life.
Monday, August 06, 2007
I hope you had the time of your life.
And I would say that I am back, back from the graveyard? No back with another mail. :) This one is going to be published on my blog. When I look back, I mean look back in life I see that I haven't done anything remarkable that might fetch me Nobel Prize, nor have you done anything to fetch you the Nobel prize but still I write this mail as I have completed one year of my new life, A life that I started on 6th of august 2006 which incidentally happened to be my birthday. It was this day that a year back standing like a true visionary with my chin on my palm and leaning over the railing outside room no 204 (first floor) of Bhubaneswar Infosys DC, I looked at my reflection in the swimming pool below and said to my self "Dude, its sad that you are 21 years old and you still don't have a girl friend. It’s sad that you think you are worth a lot more love and care than you actually get in life and that you should switch over and lower your ego a bit and start a new life in Infosys. NRN has a daughter who is just a couple of yrs older to you and if you try your luck you can get married to her".
With dreams in my eyes, I slept all night and then I slept again in the classes only to be woken up by practical classes where I copied the Test cases from the girls and spent more time sleeping again. In the end I jus want to retrospect my life in this one year.
----August 7-training starts and only that the shock of me getting into Infosys wasn't enough I gave another shock to my trainers by completing the training successfully. I still remember my last test marks, a very beautiful figure of 33/75.
----Made new friends and yes saw new cities. Hyderabad, had a brief affair with this city for just three days and then on September 13th I was transported to Bangalore where my affair with city still continues. I should say that I am doing quite an enviable job by withstanding for a year in this beautiful city.
---- I have eaten everywhere now, places ranging from a dhaba to a bakery where they sell stale toasts of 8 days old that might even give you rabies but I am thankful to God that he has give me "Mike Tyson" type of immune system. I have eaten in a numerous mess around my localities that have "CATS" as their mascot but I still stand tall and strong.
----I have survived the cold breeze of Bangalore and the humidity of Chennai traveling a thousand times from Bangalore to Chennai and back in unreserved compartments, hiding in bathrooms and the noisy Hosur buses, I haven’t left a mode of transport . I’ve had my share of happiness, specially the walk from the bus stand at 2 am in the night every time I landed in Chennai and the midnight tea in Krishanagiri with Suby Kurian and me trying to get a glimpse of the WC matches.
--- Talking of WC.I had followed the whole thing from the newspapers and my rattling radio except for one match which eventually India lost to Sri Lanka.
--- I managed to get back to my blog after a year and got into writing the stuff of my life on my blog because I have no other knowledge to impart to the world.
--- 2 projects half completed and getting a worst tag of being a criminal from the females on my floor is not easy. I have done it and accomplished again & again. Phew!! dunno how many times will I have to prove myself.
--- A CRR2 and a magnificent appraisal with no negatives. Can you beat that? :)
--- Salaam e-isq, Nishabd, Ghost rider were a few movies I saw alone in solitude sitting in the front row of REX cinema hall(now that’s a decent cinema theatre, just that Priyanka Chopra looked like she would jump off the screen and would sit in my lap as I was closest to the screen)."Eeek grouse...!!!! You must be sick to go for a movie alone". I have heard it a number of times and it doesn't bother me much.
---MG road Brigade road.... even the dogs know me there. I have been there so many times.
---Prodigal daughter, Not A Penny More Not A penny less(Priyanka-Thanks for that one), Shall We tell the President, The Pledge, Man Woman And Wife-I have read them all. One book every quarter.
--- Broadcast emails to batch mates and erroneous and fake invitations saying "Sweets at my desk" mail to team mates. From late night, as late as 2 am in the morning sms to a few people to flowery lyrics of “Manic Monday” sent on a Monday. I have done it all this year. Wising good night in Alfred Hitchcock style to playing pranks on the females in my workplace that paid rich dividends in form of chocolates filled with rum and raisins have annoyed a lot of people. I ain’t sorry for anything nor do I think I should be. Do the same thing to me, send me a message at 2 am and If I am flirting around with my insomnia will give you a call :) .Provided there is balance.
---A beautiful Diwali (Thanks to Maithri), to celebrating New Year with Srikanth and Suganth on the hill of "GopalSwamy Beta". A few bitter moments that tore me apart and brought tears to my eyes to a few rolling laughter moments with Ganesh, Suby, Neil, Merin and George in the room which again gave me the same tears, tears of joy. Life has been an assortment of emotions. I have tried to live life X,Y,Z ways but the best way has been the way when you ask nothing from life and when something good happens you say " I deserved it " and when something bad happens u again say " I deserved it " - In short it is to stay same everywhere in every situation and be your self.
I have come to a lot of conclusions in life and the yesterday landed up with the best. Seeing the bigger picture of life and looking back, retracing my steps and I have noticed that the true purpose of life has only been exploring a new emotion on every turn of life that you take. I forget this fact and I start walking the way everyone has done in their lives but this time my resolve is stronger and this is going to keep me self contended. No matter whether the times are tough or easy all that matters in the end is you’ve lived through it, explored that emotion and sand the song “I hope you had the time of your life”.
With dreams in my eyes, I slept all night and then I slept again in the classes only to be woken up by practical classes where I copied the Test cases from the girls and spent more time sleeping again. In the end I jus want to retrospect my life in this one year.
----August 7-training starts and only that the shock of me getting into Infosys wasn't enough I gave another shock to my trainers by completing the training successfully. I still remember my last test marks, a very beautiful figure of 33/75.
----Made new friends and yes saw new cities. Hyderabad, had a brief affair with this city for just three days and then on September 13th I was transported to Bangalore where my affair with city still continues. I should say that I am doing quite an enviable job by withstanding for a year in this beautiful city.
---- I have eaten everywhere now, places ranging from a dhaba to a bakery where they sell stale toasts of 8 days old that might even give you rabies but I am thankful to God that he has give me "Mike Tyson" type of immune system. I have eaten in a numerous mess around my localities that have "CATS" as their mascot but I still stand tall and strong.
----I have survived the cold breeze of Bangalore and the humidity of Chennai traveling a thousand times from Bangalore to Chennai and back in unreserved compartments, hiding in bathrooms and the noisy Hosur buses, I haven’t left a mode of transport . I’ve had my share of happiness, specially the walk from the bus stand at 2 am in the night every time I landed in Chennai and the midnight tea in Krishanagiri with Suby Kurian and me trying to get a glimpse of the WC matches.
--- Talking of WC.I had followed the whole thing from the newspapers and my rattling radio except for one match which eventually India lost to Sri Lanka.
--- I managed to get back to my blog after a year and got into writing the stuff of my life on my blog because I have no other knowledge to impart to the world.
--- 2 projects half completed and getting a worst tag of being a criminal from the females on my floor is not easy. I have done it and accomplished again & again. Phew!! dunno how many times will I have to prove myself.
--- A CRR2 and a magnificent appraisal with no negatives. Can you beat that? :)
--- Salaam e-isq, Nishabd, Ghost rider were a few movies I saw alone in solitude sitting in the front row of REX cinema hall(now that’s a decent cinema theatre, just that Priyanka Chopra looked like she would jump off the screen and would sit in my lap as I was closest to the screen)."Eeek grouse...!!!! You must be sick to go for a movie alone". I have heard it a number of times and it doesn't bother me much.
---MG road Brigade road.... even the dogs know me there. I have been there so many times.
---Prodigal daughter, Not A Penny More Not A penny less(Priyanka-Thanks for that one), Shall We tell the President, The Pledge, Man Woman And Wife-I have read them all. One book every quarter.
--- Broadcast emails to batch mates and erroneous and fake invitations saying "Sweets at my desk" mail to team mates. From late night, as late as 2 am in the morning sms to a few people to flowery lyrics of “Manic Monday” sent on a Monday. I have done it all this year. Wising good night in Alfred Hitchcock style to playing pranks on the females in my workplace that paid rich dividends in form of chocolates filled with rum and raisins have annoyed a lot of people. I ain’t sorry for anything nor do I think I should be. Do the same thing to me, send me a message at 2 am and If I am flirting around with my insomnia will give you a call :) .Provided there is balance.
---A beautiful Diwali (Thanks to Maithri), to celebrating New Year with Srikanth and Suganth on the hill of "GopalSwamy Beta". A few bitter moments that tore me apart and brought tears to my eyes to a few rolling laughter moments with Ganesh, Suby, Neil, Merin and George in the room which again gave me the same tears, tears of joy. Life has been an assortment of emotions. I have tried to live life X,Y,Z ways but the best way has been the way when you ask nothing from life and when something good happens you say " I deserved it " and when something bad happens u again say " I deserved it " - In short it is to stay same everywhere in every situation and be your self.
I have come to a lot of conclusions in life and the yesterday landed up with the best. Seeing the bigger picture of life and looking back, retracing my steps and I have noticed that the true purpose of life has only been exploring a new emotion on every turn of life that you take. I forget this fact and I start walking the way everyone has done in their lives but this time my resolve is stronger and this is going to keep me self contended. No matter whether the times are tough or easy all that matters in the end is you’ve lived through it, explored that emotion and sand the song “I hope you had the time of your life”.
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
I smell bad stuff ....
I am a confused individual, my friends already know it and I am not declaring it to the world globally on blogspot.com. I say this not because I was forced by my imaginary GF but then I find myself getting as worried as a man who is soon going to become a father of a beautiful baby. I am worried about things that the others don't care about. Even in the wildest dreams of my fella room mates, I am sure they wont get worried about the things I worry about.I worry about emotions that no longer hold true to this world and yes I should say I am stressed.
The girl in the next flat brings a guy home everyday. The men act more faithful than the pet dog of hers which wags its tail seeing every other stranger. She calls them hot. I don’t understand the meaning of this word “hot”. I mean does the guy has a body temperature of boiling water (have u ever felt his body so close to u??).Its weird,Is the guy "hot" because he has good looks? (then what about the guys who have a golden heart and are sure to keep a woman lot more happier than the "hot men"?) .Is latent heat so important that it twitches the skin between the legs of yours and urges you to make a remark like that (sorry for the insanity injected) but I fail to understand what is "hot". The word cute makes more sense to me. I, being a guy have always found a lot of girls cute with cute features and everything that they do and the way that they do has been cute. My memory seems to be very fine and I am not mistaken when I say that I have never referred to a girl as "hot" in my life. Now, u might criticize me and if you were as manner less as Rakhi Sawant, you would call me a liar. I confess and I solemnly pledge that a numerous times I have been motivated to make the following remark "Sameer Reddy looks hot" but only under my breath, a whisper, so the insanity has always been intact and does not pollute the innocent atmosphere of ours and I mean it but I don’t exclaim it seeing every other girl, I swear. I am motivated by the curvaceous body of Sameera and those well shaped legs of hers. So how does a "hot" guy motivate a girl? I seriously don’t know. I swear that I would never bring Sameera home and would never even try thinking of having a relationship with her because how can you get married to a "hot" girl .And if you get you are getting married to the flesh and not the soul, character or the conscience of the other person. I am worried because guys/girls have made it a fashion and I am worried about bringing up my children in such a wicked world.
I am worried about the IT culture. Here the PMs and every other person is bitten by the globalization bug and wants to see his salary in dollars. These people smoke cigarettes sitting under the sun and there is pride dripping down their foreheads. Foul language is very much a part of their dictionary and they harass females at work. They ogle at them and though married show their desire in public about sleeping with one of their team mates. The quiet girls suffer, cry and get frustrated. Some leave the company and some just take the beating. There are a few who resort to "tit for tat" behavior and they overtake the men with their language. The good men take the beating this time along with the not so good and its a real mess that leaves me worried about my future again. I cannot anymore listen to foul stuff, there is so much of it that it feels like right from the time my mother brought me into this world I have been hearing four letter words. I heard them at school, at play, in college and now in workplace. I cannot see my friends loosing their temperament and doing the same and I loose respect for a lady when I see her getting entangled and involved with the same foul smelling habit.
My cousin sister tells my mother about the slumber party she attended a week back. Now for the ignorant souls, a slumber party is something where you meet up with your friends at a common place in colored pajamas, munch fried stuff and popcorn that leads to obesity, watch a few movies during the night and then land up sleeping on each other. Something for the kids, nothing wrong in it just an extended gesture of "tons of freedom" kind of experience to the kids. The things that startles me is why do so many parents want to imitate the west, I am sure half the people reading the blog of my age wont know what a slumber party is , but still just because one rich misguided kid wanted it and his parents hosted it everybody is running a rat race to show of their status. I am sure status is portrayed by the amount of snack you get for the kids, the type of television or DVD player you can boast of and yes being brand conscious is very important even in the case of pajamas. Arey bhai sonae jaana hain disco party main nahi. Why do we wanna be called "kewl' the western way. Why aren't we proud of ourselves? Why is the level of self esteem and self acceptance so low in Indians? Why do we feel obliged in front of the foreigners? I have noticed a deep amount of inferiority complex in Indians. A slumber party leads to a smooch party, yes u got it, here teen-age kids exchange tons of saliva and occasionally produce sparks by the clashing of teeth of the opposite sex in a dark room. If slumber party is unisex then a smooching party involves both the sexes. And if that wasn't enough there is something called the vampire party/dark night and I need not quote in my flowery language here as to what happens on this night. Mind you it’s not jus one girl and a boy, its many girls and many guys, you have a lot of variety you see and yea it’s all "kewl' as an American would exclaim. I am worried and I am worried to death.
GPRS phones in the hands of 8 yr olds disturbs and so does the phenomena where a girl dumps a guy and vice versa. Spending hundreds on frozen, distasteful and stomach upsetting sandwiches disturbs me and kids playing around with 5 chocolate truffles in their small tummies at cafe coffee day kicks me out of balance. I cannot see a 5 yr old glued to the I-pod or the play station where he/she should be playing with toys, footballs and cricket bats. I get worried thinking about that someday I might have to given in to the pressures of buying these costly toys and end up having a life marred with immoral kids and wife. I am worried and I am worried about whole lot things that I might run short of space and stamina.
I have a sister; I wish and pray for a good life for her. A life filled with innocence. I have a lot of friends both guys and girls I pray for a good life for them. I don’t want any one to suffer cos some one else wants to do cool stuff, I don’t want the young guys and girls to get hurt when they get dumped and used by their bf's and gf's. My surname is Daber and not Gandhi, I have been wrong a lot of times myself but then I am worried and I am worried about myself. What is the end of all this and how is India going to look like in 20 yrs down the line?-I have no answer but then I try my best to be myself and try to be good, doesn't not make difference doesn't it cause everybody thinks they are good. On second thoughts I think I should just lead my life and stop bothering about the others. Now that sounds like a viable option.
The girl in the next flat brings a guy home everyday. The men act more faithful than the pet dog of hers which wags its tail seeing every other stranger. She calls them hot. I don’t understand the meaning of this word “hot”. I mean does the guy has a body temperature of boiling water (have u ever felt his body so close to u??).Its weird,Is the guy "hot" because he has good looks? (then what about the guys who have a golden heart and are sure to keep a woman lot more happier than the "hot men"?) .Is latent heat so important that it twitches the skin between the legs of yours and urges you to make a remark like that (sorry for the insanity injected) but I fail to understand what is "hot". The word cute makes more sense to me. I, being a guy have always found a lot of girls cute with cute features and everything that they do and the way that they do has been cute. My memory seems to be very fine and I am not mistaken when I say that I have never referred to a girl as "hot" in my life. Now, u might criticize me and if you were as manner less as Rakhi Sawant, you would call me a liar. I confess and I solemnly pledge that a numerous times I have been motivated to make the following remark "Sameer Reddy looks hot" but only under my breath, a whisper, so the insanity has always been intact and does not pollute the innocent atmosphere of ours and I mean it but I don’t exclaim it seeing every other girl, I swear. I am motivated by the curvaceous body of Sameera and those well shaped legs of hers. So how does a "hot" guy motivate a girl? I seriously don’t know. I swear that I would never bring Sameera home and would never even try thinking of having a relationship with her because how can you get married to a "hot" girl .And if you get you are getting married to the flesh and not the soul, character or the conscience of the other person. I am worried because guys/girls have made it a fashion and I am worried about bringing up my children in such a wicked world.
I am worried about the IT culture. Here the PMs and every other person is bitten by the globalization bug and wants to see his salary in dollars. These people smoke cigarettes sitting under the sun and there is pride dripping down their foreheads. Foul language is very much a part of their dictionary and they harass females at work. They ogle at them and though married show their desire in public about sleeping with one of their team mates. The quiet girls suffer, cry and get frustrated. Some leave the company and some just take the beating. There are a few who resort to "tit for tat" behavior and they overtake the men with their language. The good men take the beating this time along with the not so good and its a real mess that leaves me worried about my future again. I cannot anymore listen to foul stuff, there is so much of it that it feels like right from the time my mother brought me into this world I have been hearing four letter words. I heard them at school, at play, in college and now in workplace. I cannot see my friends loosing their temperament and doing the same and I loose respect for a lady when I see her getting entangled and involved with the same foul smelling habit.
My cousin sister tells my mother about the slumber party she attended a week back. Now for the ignorant souls, a slumber party is something where you meet up with your friends at a common place in colored pajamas, munch fried stuff and popcorn that leads to obesity, watch a few movies during the night and then land up sleeping on each other. Something for the kids, nothing wrong in it just an extended gesture of "tons of freedom" kind of experience to the kids. The things that startles me is why do so many parents want to imitate the west, I am sure half the people reading the blog of my age wont know what a slumber party is , but still just because one rich misguided kid wanted it and his parents hosted it everybody is running a rat race to show of their status. I am sure status is portrayed by the amount of snack you get for the kids, the type of television or DVD player you can boast of and yes being brand conscious is very important even in the case of pajamas. Arey bhai sonae jaana hain disco party main nahi. Why do we wanna be called "kewl' the western way. Why aren't we proud of ourselves? Why is the level of self esteem and self acceptance so low in Indians? Why do we feel obliged in front of the foreigners? I have noticed a deep amount of inferiority complex in Indians. A slumber party leads to a smooch party, yes u got it, here teen-age kids exchange tons of saliva and occasionally produce sparks by the clashing of teeth of the opposite sex in a dark room. If slumber party is unisex then a smooching party involves both the sexes. And if that wasn't enough there is something called the vampire party/dark night and I need not quote in my flowery language here as to what happens on this night. Mind you it’s not jus one girl and a boy, its many girls and many guys, you have a lot of variety you see and yea it’s all "kewl' as an American would exclaim. I am worried and I am worried to death.
GPRS phones in the hands of 8 yr olds disturbs and so does the phenomena where a girl dumps a guy and vice versa. Spending hundreds on frozen, distasteful and stomach upsetting sandwiches disturbs me and kids playing around with 5 chocolate truffles in their small tummies at cafe coffee day kicks me out of balance. I cannot see a 5 yr old glued to the I-pod or the play station where he/she should be playing with toys, footballs and cricket bats. I get worried thinking about that someday I might have to given in to the pressures of buying these costly toys and end up having a life marred with immoral kids and wife. I am worried and I am worried about whole lot things that I might run short of space and stamina.
I have a sister; I wish and pray for a good life for her. A life filled with innocence. I have a lot of friends both guys and girls I pray for a good life for them. I don’t want any one to suffer cos some one else wants to do cool stuff, I don’t want the young guys and girls to get hurt when they get dumped and used by their bf's and gf's. My surname is Daber and not Gandhi, I have been wrong a lot of times myself but then I am worried and I am worried about myself. What is the end of all this and how is India going to look like in 20 yrs down the line?-I have no answer but then I try my best to be myself and try to be good, doesn't not make difference doesn't it cause everybody thinks they are good. On second thoughts I think I should just lead my life and stop bothering about the others. Now that sounds like a viable option.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Life turns and swirls around to accomplish sense.
Time: 7.00 am or little more.
Place: bathroom, standing naked thinking how long will it take to heat a bucket full of water
Designation: I think you don't need to know this to qualify to read this post.
Socrates was not my ancestor nor was Karl Marx a distant relative to me and that way even the modern day philosopher Robin Sharma wouldn't have heard of my name but still all these negative factors cant thwart my own philosophies and my own thoughts on my own blog. These words are purely mine. Now the phrase “these words” reminds me of Natasha Beddingfield's song "these words”. What?? You don’t know Natasha Beddingfield, arey sister of Daniel Beddingfield yar, the singer who used to record songs in his bedroom sitting in an underwear, What?? You don’t know Daniel Beddingfield, chal chadd aab apne dimag ke cells pe zyada zor math dal or google karle, and try downloading "these words" by Natasha Beddingfield, its a wonderful song.
Ranbeer is just like any other 25 yr old guy .He walks into a hotel and finds Zayad khan on [V] channel flaunting around with his bulging biceps, a girl sitting behind him on his new jazzy bike singing “Junoon Junoon Junoon”, though he does not identify with a singer who squeaks out a few Hindi words from his nose and appears wearing a different colored cap every time on a video alongside with the hero, he still does identify with his manhood, he identifies with the "Coolness' that Zayad khan imposes on the screens and he does think that girls do get attracted to bulging biceps. His thoughts revolve around a limited circle of his materialistic life. He is an intelligent man and has secured a fine job in a reputed company. He earns enough and wants to use all his opportunities to invest in the booming Indian economy. He dreams of a buying a car and actually making his dream of having long drives with special ones and loved ones true. He plans to go abroad on an exotic holiday when he has surplus to spend. He likes to party in his bachelorhood and thinks of an extremely satisfactory married life. Today he sports a French beard and is feeling good that every other girl in his work place is turning twice and unintentionally glancing at him
One fine day he is been told that he is actually suffering from a chronic life threatening disease and that his life is not secured in future. He is shaken and suddenly a feeling of regret creeps in .He walks back home dejectedly and finds the TV playing “Junoon Junoon Junoon”, Zayad Kahn as usual flirting with the heroine .The heroine thinks he is the strongest man on earth and his jazzy bike is the priced possession or may be stands as an insurance guarantee for him .The only thing different is Ranbeer no more identifies with it .He feels empty, he feels useless, he feels rejected and yes he feels heart broken and crest fallen. He eats as if he is unaware of what is happening around. He gets on the net and unknowingly logs into his demat account. His portfolio, gleams at him with green figures strewn all over his computer screen indicating that his stock holdings have been gaining on the stock market indices but he does not hold the same zeal or enthusiasm in it like before. What will he gain investing so much; the car that he dreamt of buying does not hold any importance to him any more. The naughty glances of the ladies in his work place don’t excite him anymore cause he know this world his fickle minded and any girl knowing the fact that he suffers from a life threatening disease is not going to marry him. He does not feel like a man suddenly. For him the definition of a man was to flaunt around with bulging biceps, excellent in sports, exhibiting the medieval art of chivalry, possessing vigorous skills in gulping down a few bottles of alcohol but today he feels that only if the world respects him as a person, the world respects him as a strong character person and only if the people around him had stopped expecting and building pressure on him. The true meaning of being strong suddenly switched places and it does not accomplish one to be man to be strong. However the world does not seem to accept this fact.
Being beautiful or handsome, having a jazzy mp3 player, possessing a large bank balance or being at a position of extreme power are things that no longer matter to Ranbeer. Smoking a cigratte sitting under the summer sun, pride dripping down the face and a few foul words being the part of your dictionary is not the definition of being a cool dude/dudette, being intrigued by a page 3 magazine and taking so much interest in the lives of socialites no more appeals to Ranbeer. Richard Gere kissing Shipa Shetty and making the headlines, following Jhoom Barabar's debacle at the box office religiously is not Ranbeer's style now. Ranbeer feels he is thrown at the mercy of his materialistic life and awakens to the call of self-relaization. He realizes that the world has become blind to values, morals, sprirituality, manners, self-tolerance and is completely alienated and void of these entites. However he realizes this and wants the world to realize the same but its just not possible for him to change the whole world. Ranbeer has been like every other normal materialistic human being on this planet perfectly acceptable by the society but today he sees a different side of life. Is he not interested in the wordly passions because he knows he is going to die soon? Is it good to be like this or to live in this world you got be balanced enough to be attached things that this world proudly boasts of? What do u choose, do you choose to be a saint among the human beings or choose to mingle with the cattle around? Has the world been sleeping all this while and forgotten the synonyms of the words “good” and “bad” or is it that Ranbeer is seeing things differently? If Ranbeer thinks he has undergone an awakening , is it possible for every human being to get awakened or its just that Ranbeer has seen death closely and he is out of his mind? Provide Ranbeer the solution to this?- comments are welcomed
What will happen next, for this you need to actually imitate me sitting on the closet and feeling the cold breeze blow on my face from the only window in our bathroom. Bangalore is quite chilly nowdays, ek dam "pehla nasha pehla pyaar " type ka climate hain .
What happened next is future of Ranbeer and no one can ever predict it, not even himself though he wants to desperately. A few philosophical thoughts of mine and yet another side of me. I am still discovering myself and I am seriously enjoying. !!!
Place: bathroom, standing naked thinking how long will it take to heat a bucket full of water
Designation: I think you don't need to know this to qualify to read this post.
Socrates was not my ancestor nor was Karl Marx a distant relative to me and that way even the modern day philosopher Robin Sharma wouldn't have heard of my name but still all these negative factors cant thwart my own philosophies and my own thoughts on my own blog. These words are purely mine. Now the phrase “these words” reminds me of Natasha Beddingfield's song "these words”. What?? You don’t know Natasha Beddingfield, arey sister of Daniel Beddingfield yar, the singer who used to record songs in his bedroom sitting in an underwear, What?? You don’t know Daniel Beddingfield, chal chadd aab apne dimag ke cells pe zyada zor math dal or google karle, and try downloading "these words" by Natasha Beddingfield, its a wonderful song.
Ranbeer is just like any other 25 yr old guy .He walks into a hotel and finds Zayad khan on [V] channel flaunting around with his bulging biceps, a girl sitting behind him on his new jazzy bike singing “Junoon Junoon Junoon”, though he does not identify with a singer who squeaks out a few Hindi words from his nose and appears wearing a different colored cap every time on a video alongside with the hero, he still does identify with his manhood, he identifies with the "Coolness' that Zayad khan imposes on the screens and he does think that girls do get attracted to bulging biceps. His thoughts revolve around a limited circle of his materialistic life. He is an intelligent man and has secured a fine job in a reputed company. He earns enough and wants to use all his opportunities to invest in the booming Indian economy. He dreams of a buying a car and actually making his dream of having long drives with special ones and loved ones true. He plans to go abroad on an exotic holiday when he has surplus to spend. He likes to party in his bachelorhood and thinks of an extremely satisfactory married life. Today he sports a French beard and is feeling good that every other girl in his work place is turning twice and unintentionally glancing at him
One fine day he is been told that he is actually suffering from a chronic life threatening disease and that his life is not secured in future. He is shaken and suddenly a feeling of regret creeps in .He walks back home dejectedly and finds the TV playing “Junoon Junoon Junoon”, Zayad Kahn as usual flirting with the heroine .The heroine thinks he is the strongest man on earth and his jazzy bike is the priced possession or may be stands as an insurance guarantee for him .The only thing different is Ranbeer no more identifies with it .He feels empty, he feels useless, he feels rejected and yes he feels heart broken and crest fallen. He eats as if he is unaware of what is happening around. He gets on the net and unknowingly logs into his demat account. His portfolio, gleams at him with green figures strewn all over his computer screen indicating that his stock holdings have been gaining on the stock market indices but he does not hold the same zeal or enthusiasm in it like before. What will he gain investing so much; the car that he dreamt of buying does not hold any importance to him any more. The naughty glances of the ladies in his work place don’t excite him anymore cause he know this world his fickle minded and any girl knowing the fact that he suffers from a life threatening disease is not going to marry him. He does not feel like a man suddenly. For him the definition of a man was to flaunt around with bulging biceps, excellent in sports, exhibiting the medieval art of chivalry, possessing vigorous skills in gulping down a few bottles of alcohol but today he feels that only if the world respects him as a person, the world respects him as a strong character person and only if the people around him had stopped expecting and building pressure on him. The true meaning of being strong suddenly switched places and it does not accomplish one to be man to be strong. However the world does not seem to accept this fact.
Being beautiful or handsome, having a jazzy mp3 player, possessing a large bank balance or being at a position of extreme power are things that no longer matter to Ranbeer. Smoking a cigratte sitting under the summer sun, pride dripping down the face and a few foul words being the part of your dictionary is not the definition of being a cool dude/dudette, being intrigued by a page 3 magazine and taking so much interest in the lives of socialites no more appeals to Ranbeer. Richard Gere kissing Shipa Shetty and making the headlines, following Jhoom Barabar's debacle at the box office religiously is not Ranbeer's style now. Ranbeer feels he is thrown at the mercy of his materialistic life and awakens to the call of self-relaization. He realizes that the world has become blind to values, morals, sprirituality, manners, self-tolerance and is completely alienated and void of these entites. However he realizes this and wants the world to realize the same but its just not possible for him to change the whole world. Ranbeer has been like every other normal materialistic human being on this planet perfectly acceptable by the society but today he sees a different side of life. Is he not interested in the wordly passions because he knows he is going to die soon? Is it good to be like this or to live in this world you got be balanced enough to be attached things that this world proudly boasts of? What do u choose, do you choose to be a saint among the human beings or choose to mingle with the cattle around? Has the world been sleeping all this while and forgotten the synonyms of the words “good” and “bad” or is it that Ranbeer is seeing things differently? If Ranbeer thinks he has undergone an awakening , is it possible for every human being to get awakened or its just that Ranbeer has seen death closely and he is out of his mind? Provide Ranbeer the solution to this?- comments are welcomed
What will happen next, for this you need to actually imitate me sitting on the closet and feeling the cold breeze blow on my face from the only window in our bathroom. Bangalore is quite chilly nowdays, ek dam "pehla nasha pehla pyaar " type ka climate hain .
What happened next is future of Ranbeer and no one can ever predict it, not even himself though he wants to desperately. A few philosophical thoughts of mine and yet another side of me. I am still discovering myself and I am seriously enjoying. !!!
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