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From Maximum City:

I missed saying bhenchod to people who understood it. It does not mean 'sister fucker'. That is too literal, too crude. It is, rather, punctuation, or emphasis, as innocuous a word as 'shit' or 'damn'. The different countries of India can be identified by the way each pronounces this word - from the Punjabi bhaenchod to the thin Bambaiyya pinchud to the Gujarati bhenchow to the Bhopali elaboration bhen-ka-lowda. Parsis use it all the time, grandmothers, five-year-olds, casually and without any discernible purpose except as filler: 'Here, bhenchod, get me a glass of water.' 'Arre, bhenchod, I went to the bhenchod bank today.'

i have a theme in mind. i dont know how i am going to lay it out, but i think it is going to be nice!

watch out for this space

cheers

to bone or not to bone

my cousin put forth a question: why do you want a girlfriend? ( for the record it was not a consequence to any discussion whatsoever)

after much ( or little) thought i concluded:

its our primal nature to group. so to put it in a rather crude manner, we ( both sexes) have that need to bone each other. but ladies have this habit of talking about a whole lot of shit and it can become a tad irritating for us blokes. in my opinion, the reason why we wait for that someone, is merely that we stand the conversation post-act. :-P

cheers,

to a new decade

31 dec 2009

end of a decade. this has been an eventful decade for us all. we have been through trials and tribulations and we have managed to survive them- most of them, which will linger around to haunt us. to me this decade has been quite a learning experience. firstly because, this was the decade where i could perceive and question. the core of my influence took shape in this decade where i had the privilege of interacting with many people with different perspectives.

this was the decade where boys became men, ready to take on the future, head on. the transition wasn't easy, no transition is. it will take further 25 years for the next transition and this will be a tumultuous period marked by confusion, precision decision making and exorbitant amount of stress.

this decade found us at the cusp of our careers, and the next decade; at the zenith. and with that i raise a toast.

to exciting times,

cheers

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did you know that the reason why your hair loss is so pronounced is because your hair follicles are split at the ends and that because you have dried hair and because you dont play a banjo at full moon or some other ridiculous reason here.

i was channel surfing on the tv( after a long long time) when i caught some commercials / advertisements. so finally they say, they have identified the cause for hair loss and the cause for fighting cavities, or why your skin goes black under the sun and what you can do to prevent it.

and they did that 5 years ago and if my memory serves me well the same spf (whatever that means) 15 sun screen lotions 10 years ago and yet they convince us today that they have revolutionized their products and the way we think about our body and our failings to keep it in the way we should not the way we want.

enough said.

cheers,

perseverance, who has it ? hats off

dekha hai aise bhi

re-post but worth it

Dekha hai aise bhi kisi ko aise hi
Apne bhi dil mein basaaye huye kuch iraade hain
Dil ke kisi koney mein kuch aise vaade hain
Inko liye jab hum chaley nazaare bhi humse miley

Dekha hai aise bhi, kisi ko aise hi
Dil ke jharokon mein ab bhi mohabbat ke saaye hain
Reh jaaye jo baad mein bhi hamaare wafaayein hain
Inke liye ab tak chalein, hazaaron mein hum bhi mile

rendezvous

looking through the window,
i gaze at a girl,
with skin so white,
and cheeks with hue

a passing glance she throws,
an eternity goes by,
as if a spell cast by her alluring eyes?

with the bewitching smile, the angelic voice
and the mischievous eyes
she asked,
Shall we dance,
dance the night away?

and we danced, danced under the moon light.

an unfamiliar touch,
an unexpected shrug,
jostled me back to my senses.

alas, the girl was ethereal,
a concot of my desires
dejected
sore
i walked to my abode,
in a drunken stupor

hallelujah! who were to tread upon the same path as me
my muse,
in a joyful glee,
gathering the remnants of my sobriety
i approach to her

i approach to her
with a thought
a motive
of a rendezvous

i recall asking her
for a rendezvous
whilst i awaited her reply
it seemed eternity passed by
and still i await for her reply
for the rendezvous...
or was this a ethereal yet again?

How about a cup of coffee?

The aroma that filled the air was inviting
The flavor enriching
The taste full filling.

As the vapor danced with the air,
I noticed the table was sad,
Inquired I,
Why was it sad?
Said the table,
"Alas! there be a room for one more"
"And there be no one to sit"
I thought to myself,
Dude,
I must be wasted,
The coffee must be spiked,
For I am talking to a table,
And the table to me,

Assured I, to the table,
That I would make it happy.
Absurd as it may sound,
Would you help me make the table happy?

The aroma is inviting,
The flavor is enriching,
The taste is full filling,
And the coffee is wonderful.

And maybe then,
I could recite to you,
A poem or two,
Or may be not,
Its all upto you.

You have my number,
You have my mail,
Can I have yours?
So that I can ask you yet again,
Would you help me make the table happy?

Life's weird.....

Isnt it weird that the people you wanna talk to arent really that interested in you, and the people whom you’re not that interested in wanna talk to you all the time….. I guess both mean the same thing dont they?

Original credit to: Just a kid :)

hypocrisy at its best

the problem with us indians is very few have a vision to move forward or change something that is stagnant, something for which there is a huge societal contempt. despite such hurdles, mental and physical, these visionaries survive and stride to see success and once they do, the very same society that held contempt for the vision and the visionary, suddenly label it and the doer as one of their own and don't fall short of claiming the delirious belief they shared of the vision and the visionary.

hypocrisy at its best!

thanks!

i think this was long due so here it is.

i want to thank all of them who were a source of inspiration to me. to me you have been a driving force without which i wouldn't have been able to experience / enjoy the wondrous things around me. you are still a driving force to push myself and to give my best to measure up to be a fraction of your achievements. its been a fun and a memorable journey and i intend to keep it that way.

thank you all again! i was just lucky to be a part of your company!

cheers,

haircuts and lines

a visit to a barber can be daunting at times. especially when you believe your do accentuates your hunkiness. also when you are trying out a new barber on an occasion when you have to look good.

so i had to have this haircut. i had a natural afro every morning. it was raining and my friend ( who also wanted his hair done) suggested a place close by. after much dissing about how "we" didn't know about the place, i said it was safer to go to the tried and tested. then he gave a long list of references and eventually i gave in. i mean whats the worst that can happen? the hair will grow back - at least at this point of my youth.

with that assurance, i went ahead and glad that it was not a screw up at all and ended up much better than expected.

the occasion was a career fair. i feel it is kind of necessary where you connect with the recruiters and pointless as well. countless resumes are wasted ( i believe they end up in the bon fire that night, where all the recruiters gather up and ridicule the candidate's capabilities as they throw his resume in the fire).

i myself tend to chose lines that are short. anything longer, i try to find out an alternative, mainly because i dont like standing in lines as with anyone else, and i intend to express that dissent at that point :P

till we meet

kyos

earthquakes and sharks

Went down to Mexico,
I drove my black El Camino
I met up with an old gringo
He showed me round, and said to call him Joe.
I was there about a week or so,
Wound up in the general hospital,
Joe said don't drink the water no more,
How the hell was I supposed to know?

Drove up to San Diego
Saw a sign for Mission Beach
And so, went out deep into the ocean,
Saw a shark and had a stroke.
Back in the ambulance I go,
Had a dream about a girl I used to know,
She said "I got to warn ya bout Mexico and California."

Earthquakes and sharks to start us off,
If Chupacabras ain't enough,
Black widow spiders and killer bees,
Ain't no shade and ain't no trees.
Black bears and heat, polluted air,
There's traffic jams beyond compare.
That's all I got to warn ya bout Mexico and California.

Woke up and said I got to go,
Doc said "Relax, just take it slow."
I tried to argue, but don't you know,
Bout California and Mexico?
Right then, the doctor hit the floor,
The building shook, then shook some more,
I looked down at him and swore,
"You son of a bitch! I told you so!"

Earthquakes and sharks to start us off,
If Chupacabras ain't enough,
Black widow spiders and killer bees,
Ain't no shade and ain't no trees.
Black bears and heat, polluted air,
There's traffic jams beyond compare.
That's all I got to warn ya bout Mexico and California.

hell with it

why are we so worried about going to hell? dont we have enough challenges here that we have to worry about? why worry about something that may or may not exist?

apu and the simpsons

what havent the simpsons taught us? this multi-emmy award winning show has showcased the true american culture with tact,wit and humor.

yesterday when i was doing something important ( actually i was peeing, in a motel, that was owned by a fellow indian), i realised something. something very interesting. it is common knowledge that simpsons are the longest running tv sitcom in history. one of the characters in the simpsons is Apu ( who is an indian). i cross checked this with wiki and turns out that Apu was first seen in an episode around 1990. that makes you think now, doesn't it ? the influence of the indians working in convenience stores must have been so strong that they just had to introduce an indian character in a convenience store. which consequently means that we had already made an imprint then, when, atleast i thought, it was then the migration had just started.

cheers
kyos

moments of ephiphany

its all in the outlook

saffron bridage and the hand

with so much hubbub on the forming of a stable government in india by the congress, here are my two cents on it. i have not been following their adherence to promises since their accession to power but i do remember two episodes that shot them in limelight for all the good reasons.

episode #1: the nuclear deal

everybody wanted to sign the deal. everybody in power that is. consequently, the opposition opposed it, despite it being a good thing for india. and upon every opportunity the congress, especially the pm, fielded 'for' the deal and stated its advantages.

what ensued was the dissolution of the government, a vote of confidence in the parliament. fortunately, the government persisted and signed the deal.

people to win : congress, its allies ( dont remember)

people to lose : left, bjp etc..

cost: limelight.

episode #2: the saffron charade

piece by piece the nandigram attacks were unraveled with all the fingers pointing to the saffron parade. the pursuit went cold when the inspecting officer passed away in the bombay attacks.

and this unfortunately for the opposition happened in the very last leg of the government tenure because of which it was fresh in the minds of the voters. hence left failed miserably because of its staunch opposition for the deal and bjp for its negative role in both counts.


just my two cents. what are yours?

cheers,

of age and its hesitance

so lately, i have been putting people in an awkward position. well basically, i was just testing people to see their reaction when their age was slightly exaggerated. what i found was people are a bit touchy when it comes to age.

now ten years ago, when they were in their teens, if you exaggerated the age, it was dismissed as a mistake and the conversation moved on. but ten years hence, its a different story. people are just scared to be considered old in the eyes of the others.

all my test "subjects" were males, whom i thought were impervious to matters of age. but they fell for it and raised issue for the exaggerated guess of their age even by a margin of 2 years. girls are out of the question. they would reach for their sandals or purses and fling one at me. so i aint taking those chances.

what i do is, in the middle of a conversation, i pick up a point where you could put the opposite guys/gals age into the discussion and then slightly exaggerate the number :P and wait for the reaction and take it from there.

its hella fun, you should try it sometime.

thats it for now from me ,

cheers,

roses

small expressions change your life in great many ways. though it may not relate to you, a mere observation of it changes your perception. this happened to me when i was in my teens. a typical boy growing up. a typical house with parents and a brother. a house that needed cleaning. a house with a maid for cleaning the utensils ( mom had way too much on her hands). now as with maids, we had a period where we had to shuffle a bit. and one of those shuffles, i felt something. i could quantify the feeling then and thankfully despite what i have become (not much), i still can quantify it. i am sure, that it if nothing else, it is going to give me the touch that makes us human. we need that feeling sometimes. something that makes you human.

anyway, during one of those shuffles, in came 2 girls, barely at the age of 4 or 5. when they first walked in, i was dumbstruck. i couldn't even fathom the thought of them cleaning the utensils. cleaning for fun is different from cleaning out of compulsion. so unbearable was the thought, that i walked out of the house. mom, who was/is very kind, gave them biscuits and something to drink every time. she confessed that even she felt sad for them, but the work gives them the money they badly need. i still can remember their tiny little hands with a rag cloth cleaning the utensils. it was such a tragic image. their eyes were so innocent. they should be having roses than rag clothes in their hands.

i guess i am thankful for that, in a way. i do my best to support such unfortunate folks, but whatever i do, in a way feels incomplete. the only consolation is that a step forward, is a step towards progress. one of my aims after have a stable life is to setup an ngo for education, especially for girls and the under privilege kids. its their only chance out the rag clothes. so join me won't you, to free these kids from the shackles bound by fate.

cheers,


p.s. : (unrelated but powerful) opening lines from crash:

Graham: It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something.