Creative 420

Battle : Mumbai Vs. Me

2007-10-17T21:19:00.000+05:30

The other day I was chatting up with this friend of mine, usually discussing about my life in Mumbai. A repetitive piece of conversation these days. I had my answers ready. Very much like those call centre employees. But then I was asked, “Is your Life in Mumbai rocking?”. I took a pause. A long pause. Similar questions had been asked before. Like – “How’s life?”, “How are you liking Mumbai?” etc… etc… This was new to me.

“It’s not a life anymore. Its living.” I replied after a long tic-toc pause. To be very true I enjoy my every bit in Mumbai. Back of my mind I know I have to. Otherwise Mumbai will sucker punch me. In Ahmedabad or Bhopal, it’s a different roller coaster ride. I know this. I know that. I know what to eat. Where to eat. I know who to meet where and whenever. I lead my life in those two towns. Here, I am looking at what every person is doing. It gets terrible, when you have to eat your meal all alone.

There are songs from Metallica and Pearl Jam playing at back of my mind all the time. Also one song written by me; ‘Manzil’. I have embarked on this journey. With my friends, family and Love distributed between Bhopal and Ahmedabad. I am conscious about the sucker punch that Mumbai can pull out on me. The demon’s of traffic and the music of foot-thumps scare me sometimes. But I like different music all together. I’d also like to thank all my friends and my loved ones for enriching me with your priceless memories. I think about them all the time when I am down. Round 1 begins.

Last drop of mercy!!

2006-09-06T04:06:00.000+05:30

Fear loathing in my veins,
This is end of my game.
Got only one desire,
burn in @&*$ing hell-fire.

MIND IT.

2006-08-04T13:31:00.000+05:30

Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

This blog is not for those who have not seen this movie, but well read along. Can you forget love? No! Don’t be fooling around here, if you think otherwise. You may fall in love again and again and again, but you never forget it. Last night I saw THE movie ‘Eternal Sunshine of the spotless mind’, and one of the song in the movie goes ‘Change your heart, look around you. Change your heart, it will astound you.’ So many connotations of that line.

People change their heart to look at the world in a different manner. They adjust their heart to what delivers them the best. Be it with work, love interest, family or anything. The moment the heart frisks away to a different position you tend to look at the world in a completely different manner. Few switch back to the normalcy and for the rest they take a decision. That decision might hurt many people, but it guarantees a new world to the one choosing it. I respect those people a lot.

In the movie, which is a masterwork, from every aspect. Be it dialogues, cinematography, Art direction, graphics, location and above all casting. The movie will never give you what’s coming next, infact every frame has a story to tell. No one can erase love. It will be the biggest crime of all. Well, good that they actually can’t for now. The guarantee of comfort and space in a relationship is always at stake. The people in relationship are unique. I have been through that and as the days pass by the memory fades out. But no one can remove the spots.

One more good thing about this movie is "Travel". Travel, not in only physical sense but with your past and future too. the serene atmostphere on Montauq, deep sunshineful forests, the frozen lake and the one when they wake up next to the see in the bed (shown below). Aah!! Wonderful. I am so gonna travel the world.

There are uncountable neurons in our body, I am not a geek scientist, but for sure I know that they have a thing that recollects all the past info. The only way you can lose it all is in typical bollywood ishtyle where someone hits you in devanand style (wooden plank works wonder too) and you wake up in the bed guessing who your daddy? Wonderfully shown in the movie that even though someone invents something to erase your love-life memory and if things are not really through then it’ll come back.

Jim Carrey!! You’re genius. Whenever I have discussions about the kickass actors in Hollywood, his name never brushed my mind. Knowing that you’d be doing a movie right now to crack open the guts of people outta laughter. Though you’re master at that too. Kate Winslet, you’re wonderful too and very beautiful. Don’t ever work in commercial movies. It should be only Offbeat for you.

“How happy is the blameless Vestal's lot! / The world forgetting, by the world forgot / Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! / Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd.” this quote stated in the movie which was originally penned by Alexander Pope, summarises the movie in it.

Nothing’s real people, it’s all a chemistry to be followed, set by the humans from the past and present. Don’t believe in a set methodology. Be different. Many are. See colours everywhere. Die smiling. Live smiling. Love till you take that last breath. Live Long.

Spotless mind!! Mind it. It never exists.

Are you calling me yet?

2006-08-04T00:18:00.000+05:30

All I could see far away is ice.
I am running and the words following behind.
The pain this night has shown me.
Is scaring death out of me.

Never will I be shaken again,
Never will I feel the rain.
The moment is left far behind,
Will look for it everynight.

I hear the ring,
Which falls onto my deaf ears.
I don’t know why am I suffering,
Every moment turns year.

Standing at the end of this world,
And I know I have only one way.
Are you calling me yet?

Are you calling me yet?

I yearn for you!!

2006-08-02T11:58:00.000+05:30

Eehhhmmmm.. I yearn for sleep yaar.. a good eight hour sleep. I really can’t remember the day when I slept for more than eight hours.. I mean I don’t know.. none of the creative people that I know have regular sleeping hours.. is that making us more creative? Think twice all you creatives.

I mean I used to sleep at normal times and all before getting into the creative world.. but ever since I am in it.. the graphic imagination has just multiplied.. and my fellow creatives share the same feeling too.. I have become a lot more instinctive these days.. and have to kill the same many times.. ‘coz many can’t really handle the pace.

I think life’s turning into tri lane now.. Things I want to do.. Things that I need to do.. Things that I should do to make few people happy.. The sense of liberty is not coming out.. I can’t fly.. but I want to.. I can’t stay under water like fishes do.. but I want to.. given that I am not caught in a net and served to you guys..

Patagonia calls me.. it tells me to not to come alone.. come with pride.. come happy.. come with learnings.. come expecting to find Nirvana. Then giza.. vladivostok.. malmo.. Darwin.. and jeaunea call too.. wanna be a traveller..

See how does it change? I start with my yearning to sleep.. but end up tell more about my other desires.. he he.. Good
Damn.. this is heavy.. PERIOD

Present Ma'am!!

2006-07-24T12:32:00.000+05:30

hmmm.. so only few people complained to me that I've not been writing blogs for a long time now. Sorry guys. But well then again there was some fuck-up done by our sarkar. I really don't wanna talk about that. I have lost faith in our democracy because of whatever decisions have been taken by our Sarkar, again. I hope we as the care-taker of this nation rise up and revolt against the faith-breaking steps taken. Andolan, E-Andolan, Petitions everything. OK so that would be the only gyaan sharing session of this blog.. Now I move onto some happy moments..

Finally this month, 13th day of the month, I packed my bag and headed out for Bhopal with My masi. Aah.. finally it's all happening.. I was waiting so long to go to Bhopal. There were few concerns though.. My mom does not like long hair .. not at all.. and the Hair-cut that I sport nowadays can prevent me from tasting some of the most delicious food cooked by a mother in the whole wide world.. On top of that i got heavy beard too. This was a genuine worry.

On the other side.. there are people who +ed my faith towards keeping the same hair-style.. the curls do irritate me sometimes.. but then I like it othertimes. This got me thinking. Holy Mother Bulb of 500 watts.. I got an Idea.. I thought that the thing that makes me look more ugly is the heavy beard that i sport.. so exactly 48 hours before i was supposed to Bhopal.. I got me shaved.. and hair trimmed too. 2 mm that is. So I had a peaceful sleep a day before i was to leave for Bhopal. Haaash.

Next day is the Happy day.. finish the work early.. buy all what you need for your mom.. sis.. bhai.. and Bhanja.. My sweetest bhanja.. wait i'll come back to you.. and then get the luggage.. rickshaw.. vroom to the station.. coolie 50 rupaiye.. 45 stairs up.. 45 stairs down.. shove the baggage under the seat.. and Yippee here we go..

This was the first time I was travelling in an A.C. coach. everybody in my family prefers Sleeper class. It's affordable too.. and you get to meet lovely people. And one other thing which I hated about the AC class is that when people make noise.. the decibel is too much to listen to. and even the screws and something squeaking in the train makes it worse.. I couldn't sleep until 2 in the night. Damn.. well now it was rise and sunshine we'll be in Bhopal in about 20 mins.. But I had to see the institution of carnage.

When you are about to enter Bhopal.. the train stops for about 5-10 mins before the station.. and when the platform is vacate you move on.. but the place where this train stops is just a stone throw-away distance from the Union Carbide factory. The place which caused the biggest industrial disaster of the world. The sight was really terrifying.. those steel tubes swirling around here and there.. the big pot.. all the machinery.. rusted machinery to be precise. and the more terrible thing was the sight of people living right besides it. I was standing at the door.. few kids walked up with makai.. cigarettes.. water pouch.. and questions? One of them was rather embarrassing but well I’ll tell you what it was?

This kid.. about 9-10 year old.. who was trying to sell me makai comes to me. I thought he'd try selling me the Makai. but rahter he asked me,' Kya aap hero ho?'. Blush Blush and blush. he he.. i laughed at it.. and said no I am a writer and then we got speaking for few mins before the train was about to leave. I asked him. 'Why do u guys still live in the same locality?'.. pat came the reply, “This is the only place we get to earn decently, around 24-26 trains stop here daily and we make a decent amount of money." All this coming from a 10 year older made me think twice. Perhaps the only solution will be clearing up the ground water.. or Land replacement which happened in the Love Canal Disaster.

The train started to moving and from somewhere a leaf from the tree near by came and landed on my shoulder. Now that ij very bollywoody, but it happened for real.

We arrive at the station and were greeted by Jiju and Mummy.. aaw she's the most beautiful woman I know. Her smile.. so infectious. Love you Mom. On the way to home Jiju told me.. rather asked for my confirmation 'tum Lakshya ke liye 5 movies to laye ho na.. usko sirf paanch ki ginti hi aati hai, so he won't miss.' he he.. I told him 'Yes I got all the 5 movies and + something extra..' and we moved onto out place.

Mom had shifted to this new apartment about couple of months back. I had never seen it. I liked my old place very much so I really thought that this place would suck big time. But no Mr. Deepesh.. this is such a good big house. 4 rooms.. spacious lawns.. 24 hour water facility. Now tis was something big.. all 24 hours!! Girls in Bhopal get easily married once they come to know if there's a 24 hour water connection.. such is the problem of Bhopal and this is how much it means. People pray for 24 hour water connection and we finally managed to get a house like that. Damn sweet.

My brother got a jeep few months back.. it's a jeep which resembles the jeep from the early 80 movies.. Blue in colour with Black hood. perrfect. Mom made some delicious food and I was on my way to meet my Bhanja.. I am sooooooo happy. Took along all the moves and etc. gifts. Entered his home.. and there was my Barbie.. ehmmm.. there was my Krish (he likes him a lot) sitting on the bed watching some cartoon. He smiled.. blushed.. bhaav kha raha tha batook.. and then he ran to me and hugged.. aah.. the coolest hug ever.. He didn't kiss me... or said anything.. but 'Mama.. aap emre liye movie laye ho Paanch.' I gave him the polythene bag he counted five movies and he was satisfied..

Then we saw Ramayana and 'The Cars' at one go.. Guys watch out for 'The Cars' one helluva movie. The folks at Pixar did it again. After the movies got finished I brought Lakshya back to my home. We did lots of masti.. he told me about his fairy tales. asked me for few.. Yeah few fairy tales did took place in past couple of months.. so I told him everything. He told me who beats him up in the class.. I gave him some tips about how to handle that.. then I took him out for a drive in Jeep. It was sheer heaven. we played Chor police in the Jeep. every laymen for us was a Chor. We decided that I'll take shots at Chor who looked like people and He chose the more fun category of Chors.. the goats.. dogs.. and all the animals.. he he. Funny like hell it was. I also made him mimic like dharam paaji 'Abey Oye, mein tujhe chun chun ke marronga.' Well the way he said it was funny. 'Abey aey, mein tude chun chu ke maaloonga.'

Post Aftermath we returned home and my Bro was back from the site. Met him.. hugged him and quickly calculated the kg's of weight that he's put on.. he he. We had lunch and everything. and What followed soon was the fear that i had almost forgotten after meeting my bhanja and all. IT WAS ABOUT MY HAIR. My brother had the first shot at it. Then my Mom.. my sister.. lakshya was watching cartoon.. it didn't bother him. I am still the same person I was six months back.. and then Out-of-the-blue My masi had a go at it too.. Masi I have been living with you for past 4 months and you never uttered a word and when everyone's saying things about my hair you've jumped into the bandwagon too.. not fair. Sister came back from college and wow soon after hugging me she joined the OTHERS as well. No one was by my side. Anyways, it kinda gave me a thrill to defy all odds and be whoever you are. I don't get to do that a lot in my office.. so sorry guys I am gonna keep my hair like this. whether you like it or not. Muhahahaha

Finally, after showing them all what we had got from Ahmedabad they started to shut out one by one.. Next time I’ll come with more gifts.. which will be pretty soon. Caloohah Caleh... I had the fun of my life... I will be making a separate Blog about the incidents and all what happened in few days.. Hope time permits.. then will be discussing a hell lot more over there.. Know this is a long blog.. and there are few more HAIR-raising stories.. but I shall keep that for later.. Do share your comment.. It helps me to write more..

That was a nice header!!

2006-07-10T15:02:00.000+05:30

If only I was a lipreader. Why, god why? Why did he had to head him down? Ah, well lets make it a story kinds and we go FlashBack.

Lazy Sunday. Slept around 6 in the morning. Got up pretty late too. Thought I would spend the day at home with Masi and this time did so, successfully. Chatted up with nice people.. Badaboom-badabaam, time passed and I vroomed out to Omar’s house for the screening of THE MATCH.

On the way, listening to cool radio music on my new RadioMoto (Had to let the world know that I got a new mobile phone), even for once himmesh reshammiya was not horrible, ‘coz he was singing to my RadioMoto. Ehhmmm this does not mean that I like the Nosereptosauras Always Cap+Jacket wearer.

Anyways, I kinda reached late to Omars place.. guess around 11:39.. damn missed the penalty.. anyways.. it always seemed that the Pizza-Inventors will have better of France.. and so it was 1-1 @ after 19 mins in the match. The way Totti played yesterday.. I was least aware of his presence in the stadia. Gattuso, Damn he’s a bull.. but Henry got better of him in this match. Thuram.. I think he’ll leave his name in the Football Language and the synonym of Wall. Or even the Queen will approve his name for the dictionary which would certainly mean Thuram – Scoring past him! Are you kidding?

This little fella Ribery was playing so well, no wonder Manchester united are begging him to come to the Trafford. Zizou was almost upto his potential and missed couple of chances. But well, now we get to the reason behind me writing this Blog. Why did Zidane had to head Matterazi down? Come on this is your last International match and you had to leave your mark in this fashion.

I heard that this time in the world cup whenever a team wins.. more people had sex.. I mean people who belonged to the nation which won the match. Not sure about Saudi Arabia, Tunisia or Iran. Hell they did not even win a match.. but damn.. now I wonder what people in france must be doing? And well we can guess what people in Italy must be doing? But brrrrmmmm.. lets not get away from the topic.

One fine European friend just told me that it could be a very racist comment.. Zidane is a Non-Islam Practicing Algerian in France. Could Materazzi really curse Allah or say something about him that made Zidane pissed off.. What else can be the reason… I think there was something really unacceptable.. what ever materazzi said... Guys all of you who did see this match.. Please post your personal explanation. TC.

Emotional Sojourn!!

2006-07-08T17:49:00.000+05:30

Well most of who know me would kinda agree that I come with bundles of energy intact in me. Now but then again, I am only a human being. Thursday was the day. The day started as usual. Woke up late. Office late. Funny man at the traffic signal. Stop @ bonny’s @ IIM. A friend came. Usual tit-tat at chai ki ketli and then we pushed of for work.

Well, my office is sometimes more like a cybercafe then a work place. I mean I am working in a place where business is completely based on generation of Ideas. Finally I could sit on a nice workstation and dump my phellow colleague with my workstation for a temporary period. Aah! You guys should come to my office once.. so you can let your imagination run.

Anyways, we(me + my colleague Dipen) are savoring each and every moment of this One-More laborless day and walks in the Senior Copywriter. He inquires if we are working on anything? Yes we are working on major clients in our life like Orkut, Yahoo messenger, Windows Media Player, Hotmail and Nothing. We said ‘Aise kuch zyada kaam to nahin hai’. Then he called us and briefed us upon new client and shared his ideas. Tic-toc, Tic-toc, Tic-toc, Tic-toc, Tic-toc by evening time we are taken out of the campaign. Well, no regrets. But something didn’t sound right. I mean we were certainly replaced by a good and deserving friend, but then why do you create a situation where people have to listen to one of the second most smallest word ‘NO’.

Anyways, whatever happened happened. Also one of the major fuckthing happened on this day. It was Appraisal time for my colleague Dipen. Very docile fellow, but comes with creativity abundant and respects creativity a lot. He surely deserved a nice appraisal, but everything sounded pretty negative. Damn, god knows what I am? I certainly have to live in a surrounding where people are happy and they make other people happy.. but yeah yeah I know.. there’s always someone on the top who’s never happy and he keeps care that others down below him share his emotions.

Badaboom-badabang.. the day ended and there was a tide of sadness roaring inside me. I was driving back on Africa(That’s my bikes name. Black Pulsar.) and well it seemed that she knew that I am not upto my zest. So she didn’t ask to be driven fast either. Good Girl! On my way, there was a man who asked me for a lift. I didn’t stop. Africa got curious. Usually I would give a lift to any living thing. But no… go knows what happened.. 200mtrs away I thought of returning.. but what would I say.. or rather how would I react.. this was not my day.. well I thought I’d go home watch a movie and will forget about everything. But no, this didn’t happen.

It’s actually a turning point of my life. Whatever things come in my way have to go through a process which involves (Instinct test, future bond test, money gain test, good test, bad test, and many XYZ tests).. grrrrrr… but well someone who has read a hell lot of books.. who thinks a lot.. who loves to sing.. who loves to dance.. well someone like LIFE told me It’s OK! And well then I thought maybe we keep forgetting the key words in our life. But It’s OK. That’s how we learn and that’s what makes us live.

Well, it’s a great satisfaction. Sharing things with people in this e-world and you get to meet few good of them. Take Care guys. Smile. And Comment. Then smile again.

Ba.

2006-07-04T17:38:00.000+05:30

When I came outta my home early today morning.. there was this old lady who was plucking neem leaves from the tree.. the only neem tree in my society.. and well her tiny stature of 4’11 could not reach to the higher branches.. I jogged passed her.. but then I turned back.. and well if none of you know about my love for gujju ba’s then you’ve gotto talk to me about that.. so I started helping her out..

Anyways.. it seemed that she wasn’t really satisfied with a bagful of neem leaves.. so she asked me to pull out a whole branch.. catch-22 situation.. I love trees.. but I can’t say no to the cutest thing I saw in the morning.. somehow I managed to get a plastic bag from a nearby dumpster and started plucking more leaves.. then we exchanged few words.. this is where I stayed.. this is what I do.. then again explaining the most difficult professional job-role explanation on the planet.. “Copywriting” phew!!.. and some other Blah..

Something about her.. 4’11 not a very convenient height to do many things.. but then convenient to do lots of thing.. the back arching upto 30 degrees.. typical glasses.. and damn she was ultra fair.. in short! the cutest creature on earth.. didn’t ask her all the questions she’d asked me.. cause I assumed lots of things.. as in definitely not a copywriter.. ehhmm a working professional.. must be staying with some family or something.. cute grandchildren.. minimum usage of dentures.. and all that jazz.

Handed her the second bag and finally asked something.. ‘ba tame aa aatli badhi neem ni paatiyon thi shu karsho’ (‘What will you do with so many neem leaves?’) .. pat came her reply.. ‘Massage pachi nahavanu’ (‘will take a neem bath after massage’).. I was like damn.. so good taking care of herself in these old age days.. and I said ‘sache, aetley tame bahu sundar lago cho’ (ah! That’s why you look so beautiful) ‘na.. aa to ben matey che.. mare to khava matey aa badhu karvu pade chhe’ (No... this is for some lady.. what to do? To eat you’ve gotto earn..) and I was like damn.. yeah to eat you’ve gotto earn.. and earn how? It might be respectable for this old lady.. but don’t know who’s taking care of her..? and there are many who need some care.. if not physical then mental..Guys.. call up Helpage India.. in Ahmedabad 079 26860758.. this is no Adverblog.. will just end it here. PERIOD.

Here's Mua!!

2006-06-18T09:54:00.000+05:30

Damn.. it's been almost a month since I last posed any blog.. infact the other day i was thinking of making it a daily activity.. but ti's just like you know making a new years resolution.. I mean.. i know that i can afford to take off some time to do it.. but then again i don't want to..

Anyways, maybe i will start posting more regularly.. but this time i will talk to you about what has happned from the time when I posted my last blog. yeah the Blog about my Mom. well have been talking to her regularly.. and man she's growing young day by day.. her activities are increasing so good. yeah apart from that.. few people left for some kinda vacationing..

Yeah.. i found out what lovely music this guy 'JackJohnson' can play man.. listen to his song called 'Upside Down' it will take you to a nice happy trip.. yesterday i was listening to this song.. and damn it made me so happy that i wanted to hug each and every person.. i wanted to distribute condoms t couples.. then i wanted to go to all the icecream parlors and buy icecreams for the poor kids.. but then i realised that i earn wonly 75 pounds a month to keep me alive.. hehe but well i was happy then too..

Met this wonderful Lol friend Pallavi.. man she's so like a person you'd want to meet everyday in your life. Always makiong you smile. There are lots of similarities between us. and yeah she's like a lost treasure found for my happiness in this cavity of time.

Finally something for Jignessios.. damn.. i don't know what's there problem.. but nowadas.. after i bought mua New bike.. i see one or some other jigness try to race up with me everyday. I mean i am going slowly then all of the sudden i hear horns honking and one half-sack a guy wearing the funniest clothes possible trying to over take me. And then yesterday at Mint.. there cam this cool jignessio with probably one of the best looking female i saw since last week. and man.. i so know that he wouldn't even know where is Portugal. but when they were missing goals by whiskers.. this guy had the more arm-moving and cursing expression than the coach of that country.

Yow.. other than that.. hmm.. my ass was taken in office.. and now i am working with our group head for past couple of days.. and it ij bhery ghhood Bhorking bhith him.. he's damn creative man.. 'Woh jo Cheez hai na' is his one of the fav. lines..

yeah and you know what i also found out one more way to see the happy side of the world.. i mean when you stop at a traffic signal or something.. there are always few people around you who'd make you laugh.. the other day i saw the slimmest girl in the world.. in the game of 'hide and seek' she can hide behind a lamp post or in the dekki of her very own scooty.. but don't know.. for some reason.. she was smiling.. and that made me smile too..

yeah a very good friend and a temporary colleague went away this month.. 'Heer' Mudra was so much fun when you were here. but anyways.. hope you grow a lot in life and keep dancing.. hmmm.. anything else kya?? well yeah the very same day on heer's farewell.. khushboo came back from Jodhpur.. and for some reason i don't know i just ran over to khushboo.. and got the best hug of this year.. seriously bhailog.. i think there's so much power in a simple hug na.. can't tell you.. try hugging someone everyday. i am going to find.. who'll i hug today.. you do that too..

Oh yess... the most interesting part to i forgot wonly.. yeah.. i modelled for one of the local stores in Ahmedabad... he he.. i don't have the picture now.. but upon request the picture will be shown to the people.. man.. i didn't achieve any stardom in gujjuland but hey.. there was something to talk about in that span of 7-8 days...

with this.. i'd say TaTa to ya'll.. and yeah.. please post up a comment if you guys read this blog.. yaar.. wanna do more of writing.. and yeah.. be funny.. keep other funny.

My Mommy Sweetest!!

2006-05-27T10:07:00.000+05:30

Hmmm.. writing this one with a very heavy heart. Am missing my mom terribly and since I know that most of you who’d be reading this blog are living in with parents. Give them all the respect you can. It’s like I can feel how my mom has seen me growing. When I see myself through her eyes.. I know I have disappointed her a lot, but she never complained.

She is my hero in life. When I was down in my life few months back she gave me all the mental support. I could not imagine living with someone’s love for a day and it’s been 11 years now that she’s been surviving alone, without my dad. Never did a moment go by when all of us were together and not laughing and smiling or eating or shopping or travelling. My mom never let me realise the emptiness I’d feel in my life, once my dad left.

Mom you’ve suffered a lot, but damnnn you are so strong. I am still learning a lot from you. The comfort you provide me over phone. Telling me tales of bhopal. Your Tupper-ware kitty parties.. updates of how and what Lakshya has been upto. The way you take care of my elder brother and sister.. The way you look at me when I call you by your name ‘Rashmi!!’ (mix of anger and smile)..

The time I spent with my mom in Ahmedabad, once my Bro and sis left for Bhopal was so funny… She’s one of the most wittiest person around.. her one-liners are just too good.. She is a great scientist, but only in the kitchen.. man the yummy dishes she’d invent with the left-overs or anything.. she’s innocent beyond control.. little little things give her that cultural shock (Her jaw dropped when I told her that I like some girl).. She was still the perfect mother for most of the kids in my building. If anyone kid bashed up by his/her parent, Mom and I used to become the rehabilitation center for them…

She’s everything I want to be. She has the kindest of heart that I know. Loving each and everyone around our lives. He he… it was such a funny feeling when she’d come to me with all the problems and whatever the Pados ki auntyan are saying.. discussing what Tulsi would do next or how Parvati should tackle the situation.. It seemed that she used to look up at me as some 39 year old Lady who’s interested in talking about this. But I never showed her any expression of ‘No Interest’.. why would I? it felt so good and funny after that.

Nowadays, she’s giving extra emphasis on watching commercials on the television or in Newspaper too.. then whenever she’d call me up she’d ask me .. ‘Did you like that ad’..’How would you’ve done it’.. ‘Kitna boring tha who ad’.. She’ll be a perfect replacement for my Creative Director.

One other thing about my Mom.. and this is what I got from both.. My mom and my dad.. Bhery instinctive. Bhery bhery much. I love you for that mom. Yeah there have been many times that you’ve suppressed your instincts.. but now there’s no stopping you.

Her smile is so infectious, her PJ’s, the way she looks at life.. also the way that she looks.. she looks sho sho cute.. watching her laughing in the laugh club will kick-start my day in a wonderful manner. Making coffee for her with no sugar. Aah. Everyday I think of you mom. You are my Inspiration. And yes Happy Days are here again. Love you Mom. See you soon Mom.

LOL Play

2006-05-26T16:03:00.000+05:30

This is one of the most interesting piece of Short-Play I have ever read... it's by a friend of mine.. read it(it won't take more than 10 mins) here:

Nothing

A bare stage.

GUY 1. 'Sup dude.
GUY 2. Hey.
GUY 1. What's going on?
GUY 2. Just watching that burning house over there.
Guy1. What burning house?
GUY 2. It's offstage.
GUY 1. Oh.
GUY 2. But it's there.
GUY 1. What's the deal with it?
GUY 2. Plot device.
GUY 1. What do you mean?
GUY 2. Plot device, dude. You start the story with a guy standing in front of a burning house and go from there.
GUY 1. Oh. How's that working out?
GUY 2. I don't know. I was just standing here and then you showed up.
GUY 1. Is it like, a symbol or something?
GUY2. Probably.
GUY 1. I don't get it.
GUY 2. Yeah, neither do I.
GUY 1. No offense, but this is a pretty shitty plot device.
GUY2. Give it some time. Sit down, have a smoke.
GUY 1. I don't smoke.
GUY 2. Well this is my story and in my story you smoke.
GUY 1. I don't want to smoke.
GUY 2. Smoke the goddamn cigarette.[GUY 1 takes a cigarette from GUY 2 and takes a drag from it. He chokes and coughs.]Way to smoke.
GUY 1. I said I didn't smoke, didn't I? If the smoking is so important you should have lit one up.
GUY 2. I don't smoke.
GUY 1. Shouldn't there be firemen on that house by now?
GUY 2. We don't have any firemen.
GUY 1. Who do we have?
GUY 2. You and me, so far.[Enter LOVE INTEREST stage RIGHT.]And her now.
GUY 1. Who's that?
GUY 2. I don't know, probably the romantic interest.
GUY 1. She's not too bad.
GUY 2. She's doable.[Enter JERK stage RIGHT.]
GUY 1. Another guy? We already have two.
GUY 2. This guy's important.
GUY 1. Why's that?
GUY 2. He's the jerk boyfriend. Eventually she realizes he’s a jerk and falls in love with me, who's been by her side all along.
GUY 1. You don't even know her.
GUY 2. It's my story.[Enter RANDOM stage LEFT.]
GUY 1. Who's that?
GUY 2. I don't know. He exits stage right and we never see him again.[Exit RANDOM stage RIGHT. We never see him again.]
GUY 1. Here she comes.
GUY 2. How do I look?
GUY 1. Simian.
GUY 2. Thanks.[LOVE INTEREST sniffles.]Excuse me.LOVE INTEREST. Huh?
GUY2. Hi.
LOVE INTEREST. Hello.
GUY 2. Want to fall in love?
LOVE INTEREST. Excuse me?
GUY 2. Fall in love. With me.
LOVE INTEREST. I don't understand...
GUY 2. Your boyfriend's a jerk, so he's not an option, and you hate smokers, so that leaves out this guy here.
GUY 1. Oh, you asshole!
LOVE INTEREST. Is this a joke?
GUY 2. Nope. Don't fall in love with me straight away, though. We need to draw out the sexual tension until our eyes meet under the stars or something. Then we kiss and everybody's happy and curtains fall.
LOVE INTEREST. I don't get it.
GUY 2. That's how romances are done. [to GUY 1.] Hey, are you done with that cigarette?GUY 1. Yeah.
GUY 2. Here's another.
GUY 1. Damnit.

[JERK approaches.]
JERK. What the fucking cockshit?
LOVE INTEREST. Oh no, please, Jerry, I was just…
JERK. Fuck that goddamn, I'm fucking pissed the fuck fucking.
LOVE INTEREST. We were just talking…
JERK. Fucking football ass shit ass shit shit fuck slut.
GUY 1. I hope there aren't any kids in the audience.
GUY 2. He doesn't care; he's an asshole like that.
JERK. Fuck.
LOVE INTEREST. No, Jerry, I told you, I don't want to discuss the finer points of Marxist economic theory right now.
JERK. Cockslap bitch fuck fucking ass.
LOVE INTEREST. I'm Smithian and always will be. Your eloquent rhetoric will never change that.
JERK. Motherfucking fuckslut fuck a fuck.
LOVE INTEREST [with a sob]. Now you're just being hurtful!
JERK. Fuck!

[JERK exits stage LEFT. LOVE INTEREST cries. GUY 2 opens his arms. She flings herself violently into them, and cries on his shoulder. After a while, she stops crying and they catch each other’s eyes. They pause for a moment.]
GUY 2. Beat.
LOVE INTEREST. What?
GUY 2. In acting, this is called a beat. It's a division of the scene when two characters have made a mutual discovery. In this case, you have discovered that I am your true love and I have discovered I have a chance of scoring. And it all happened under silvery moonlight.
GUY 1. Dude, it's two in the afternoon and we're indoors.
GUY 2. My story.
LOVE INTEREST. I want to kiss you.
GUY2. Damn straight you do.[They kiss. Tenderly at first, but then they start to get a little carried away.]
GUY 1. Whoa, whoa! Keep it PG.
GUY 2. My story!
GUY 1. You know what? I'm getting sick of "your story". This is my story now. And my story has fuckin' pirates in it.[Enter PIRATE 1 stage RIGHT.]I said pirates![Enter PIRATE 2 stage RIGHT.]
2. What up?
GUY 1. Hell yeah! Do some funky pirate shit.
PIRATE1. Like what?
GUY 1. I don't know. Do a pirate dance.[The PIRATES dance.]Now this story is going places.
GUY 2. What? This is stupid. Romances don't have pirates in them.
GUY 1. This isn't a romance any more.[PIRATE 1 starts "waxing that ass."]
LOVE INTEREST. Those guys are freaking me out.
GUY 2. Yo! Hey![The PIRATES stop dancing.]You're killing the mood over here.
PIRATE 1. Just doing as we're told.
GUY 2. Get out of here.[PIRATES exit stage RIGHT, grumbling.]
GUY 1. Dude, I went along with your crappy story.
GUY2. My story is not crappy.
GUY 1. Yeah it is.
GUY 2. No you are.
GUY 1. You're just jealous because my story also has robots in it.[Enter PIRATE 1 stage RIGHT.]What? I said robots this time.
PIRATE 1. Man, I was just onstage. I didn't have time for a costume change. Pretend I'm a robot pirate.
GUY 1. That's stupid.
GUY 2. Your whole story is stupid. It's not even a story. Mine had an intricate plot, yours is just some pirates.
GUY 1. He's a robot.[PIRATE 1 starts doing the robot.]
LOVE INTEREST. Oh. My. God. Somebody please tell the dancing pirate to stop, seriously.
GUY1. He can't help it! Poppin' fresh moves flow through his veins like the mighty Ganges.[Enter PIRATE 2 stage RIGHT with rope.]
PIRATE 2. Did someone ask for a reef knot?
GUY 1. No man, a robot.
PIRATE 2. Oh.[Beat.][Exit PIRATE 2 stage RIGHT.]
GUY 2. This is ridiculous. [to PIRATE 1] Stop dancing.[PIRATE 1 stops dancing.]Exit stage right.[Exit PIRATE 1 stage RIGHT.]
GUY 1. Alright, I see how it is. Beat.
GUY 2. Beat?
GUY 1. That's right, beat. Your romantic interest just discovered your horrible secret.[LOVE INTEREST gasps.]
GUY 2. I don't have a horrible secret.
GUY 1. That's not what you told... her sister!
LOVE INTEREST. You bastard! I hate you!
GUY 1. Enter Pirate 1, stage right.

[Enter PIRATE 1 stage RIGHT.]She runs into the pirate's waiting arms.

PIRATE 1. What?[LOVE INTEREST runs into PIRATE 1’s arms.]
GUY 1. They get married and she forgets about you.
PIRATE 1. Sweet.
GUY 1. After they exit stage left.[Exit PIRATE 1 and LOVE INTEREST stage LEFT.]And they spend their days dancing the night away. You can't really tell because they're not onstage anymore, but rest assured they're dancing their hearts out. The end.

[Lights begin to dim, curtains begin to fall.]

GUY2. Hey![Lights go back up, curtains draw open.]What was that for?
GUY 1. You ended my story, so I ended yours.
GUY 2. That wasn't cool.
GUY 1. Neither was you sending my pirates away.
GUY 2. I guess.
GUY 1. I'm sorry.
GUY 2. Me too.
GUY 1 and 2. Beat.
GUY 2. I'd hug you but I'm homophobic.
GUY 1. So now what?
GUY 2. We can keep standing here by the house.
GUY 1. Let's not.
GUY 2. Okay.[They begin to exit stage RIGHT.][Enter PIRATE 2 stage RIGHT dressed as a robot.]
GUY 1. Sorry man, you're too late. We're done.
PIRATE 2. But...
GUY 2. Sorry, gotta go.[Exit GUY 1 and GUY 2 stage RIGHT.][PIRATE 2, alone onstage, looks dejectedly at the audience. He attempts a half-hearted robot for a few seconds before giving up. He sighs and glumly shuffles away stage RIGHT.]

[Curtains fall.]

Kya Baat Hai?

2006-05-26T08:28:00.000+05:30

Don't know but it's been a long time that i am into some kind of crazy Graphic zone. Usually this kind of graphic zone would have helped me to think of some kick-lickass Ideas, but nay, this is about something else. It seems that I am transforming into one of those crazy (Ikchadhaari) Characters that you'd see in the psychedelic movies.

I mean it's like really hard to describe, but even then i'll go ahead and describe. The other day I was going back home near about 12:00 in the night. Now there is this short-cut that I take which is totally a Basti ilaka, to reach home early. Lekin there i see this kid who's trying to sleep but could not. Urban Disparity... God Damn Urban Disparity. Many a time whenever i see kids from basti near to my society of well-off people, I see clouds storming in their eyes. Patches of clouds.. grey clouds.... white clouds. They want it all to, but NO, Equality is damned in this society. Question: Is it for Better?

Yesterday was Aalekh's B'Day. He didn't wanted to treat anyone. Feck, lets see how the huck he doesn't! So Ekta and I go to his home to find him sitting in his boxers and ishwar knows how? but somehow got him convinced to give us a party.. and at dinner table he went on explain the qualification mandates to be a part of his Party.. So we've almost digested 87% of our food and in-walks or walks-in my Ex-psycho-harmful-+15kgs-GF walks in. El graphixo me starts thinking again. She's here with her Husband.. and it's happening a lot in past couple of months.. I men wherever I go she somehow bumps in.. Stopped going to Damn Express-Day for that.. but I am no Tiger after all, I think it's her territory too. So since this is happening so much nowadays.. it scare me of her 'Warnings', when i broke up with her. Question here: What will happen next? And kindly advise how do i react in this situation?

I will continue blogging my irrelevant stories of life in this blog. I know what i discuss or share here will have no major impact on me otherwise, but.. a big But, rather a big Question here: Do we all think this wierdly? Tell me.

7 o' Blog

2006-05-19T07:43:00.000+05:30

The damn assignment just wouldn't let me sleep. So I decided i'll take a break at 7 and go out and roam around in a pretty decent Ahmedabad Morning times...

In the complete distance travelled, near about 11 kms, I didn't see anyone who wasn't thanking God for another day. And when I realised that, I thanked him too.

Ok.. so the first observation of the day, it's bloody amazing how dogs mark up their territory. More amazing is to know their hierarchy system. They have bloody Senapati and the warriors and ofcourse there's a king, who can make merry with every bitch, only because he's 0.2 kilos heavier than rest of them. And now a days they have extended their unsuccessful Car-Bike-Chasing activities till 7 in the morning. God knows what are they feeding upon. So lets give them something better to it. One Social Message delivered. he he.

Ok then.. i stopped at a kettli near Rasranjan for a Chai+Smoke. Man is AMC working hard to make the city green, but one thing I couldn't figure out that they planted the saplings of Neem trees within the distance of 3-4 feet. Did they mistook neem with some other plant, which does not grow big, or they are playing the game of probability because there are cows in abundance to chew upon the saplings.. heck in the morning many Uncles and aunty's fill upto that role when they start chewing upon small Neem Branch "Danthal". In order to cleen their messy teeth.. or to cut down the Dentist bill they tear of the small growing branches, which decreases the chance of any neem tree growing faster. So Papa-Mummy, Dada-Dadi, Mama-Mami, Chacha-Chachi and ityadi. Save Tree. Second social message conveyed.

OK then.. the third social message coming your way. So as i start sipping upon my Chai... I suddenly realise that AMC has officially installed the bench near this kettli, so that people and students can come here and sit for long hours.. smoke a lot.. chat a lot.. conspire a lot(for good things i mean).. So the S-message here again goes to all your above mentioned relatives to donate some money for the chairs in and around the city. Apparently AMC has a cell where you can donate the money and they'll put up a bench with your name written in Gujarati... hence you become a Ben or Bhai or everyone about to sit on that chair.

Finally.. i thought too many social messages in the morning.. so lets take it slow and head back home. But no no no no.... S-message no. 4 coming your way. As i take the left turn from Manav Mandir to my home. I see a white cow standing right in middle of the road, got scared (Refer to my Diu Blog Para No.6) as when you have slept for 2-3 hours you are naturally stoned and everything looks comforting. So counting my lucky stars that this cow doesn't do anything silly.. or I don't.. it was not a night time and there were no star... the ugly cow lifted it's tail and BLOB BLOB BLOB.. SHIT WAS ALL AROUND.. and some of it kissed my 10 days old bike.. Grrrrr... man if I were a T-Rex, would have chewed that cow straight away. So the S-message from here is that since you can't do anything about it, Give every cow their DAMN space.

So.. only 200 meters away from my home.. decided to take some money out of bank. SBI ATM. You've gotto swipe the card before you enter. I did that. Mother Promise i did. But nothing happened.. the buggers disowned me. 37 bucks in my pocket. Hopeful of going out with some girl in the evening. Gonna get banged in the office today. and you F^&*@*s don't let me enter. Ok i realised you've to maintain the balance of Rs. 500 and somehow i don't have that much balance. Wonder how my weekend will go. Hope they clear my Pay-Cheque in time by the evening. So there's a social message here as well S-Message No. 5- Donate Money to me.

Do U guys want me to stop... some of you do.. some of you don't. So whoever wants me to then I say 'Balls to you with capital B-A-L-L-S'.. No offense guys.. had to take out my Frustration.. I Promise.. following is my last dose for this blog.

There's a swimming pool in my society. Length 40 feet. Breadth 20 feet. it's a 15% size of what international standard swimming pools are. So you have this coach who's teaching the kids to dive in the pool... and that too Breadth wise. Damn.. when he did it.. he came out on the other side of the breadth.. why are you teaching kids all the bullshit.. it's not like a mermaid dive that you dive in and you've got fins to stay stationary at one place.. you have two bonny feets to swim in real life situation. So GO LENGTH. And tell the fat kid 'With Crack Wide Open' to lift his costume after his dive. That's the S-Message for 1500 people living in my society.

Grrrr... I am sleepless... and i think it's about time i shut this blog out. Do write your comment and post a blog on your time of the day. and Do thank God for everyday you wake up and see other people smiling. Ciao.

Narmada Jao Aandolan!!

2006-05-14T21:22:00.000+05:30

Some poeple say it's bad to follow your instincts... I have always been a very instinctive person and i refrain from killing my instincts.. So here's a time when I did it again.

Date 13th May, Time around 6 in the evening. Bored with work again... me and sanju tired of the MICA heat. Sitting in the Complab and I murmured 'Yaar, chal Narmada mein dubki maarke aate hai' (For few Undesi friends - 'Dude, lets go and take a dip in Narmada'). and Knowing Sanju.. the dare-devil Bastardo.. i knew he'd nod his head in harmony and so he did. Budget was 600 bucks pura head.

And we were out of MICA in couple of hours... again there were few people who thought it's a crazy thing to do.. but it was a call from Narmada.. could not afford listen to those sissys and wusses.. hence, the feeling got bigger.

So we reached the Bus Station and had to board on a bus to Baroda and put up for a night with Sanju's Friend.. and then make a move to Chandod at around 7 in the morning.... Chandod is a very religous place... you get the keychains of Naked women.. people go there for Pitru-Darpan (Last Rites)... but the despopanti ruled there too...

So as soon as we landed in Chandod.. we saw lots of copyright Infringments... chips like Flays, Kaka Chips.. soft drinks like pespi, thunder and all that jazz.. the only thing original was jalebi and dhokla... So once we were refuelled we rushed to the river bank.. took our clothes off and jumped into the river... phissss... and we were cool.

In the meanwhile, I made friends with this dog who was bullied around a lot.. so he followed us everywhere and was acting as a watchdog for our belongins... here's a pic of the dog.. i named it Dogsy -

Anyways... we were done getting pampered by the cold water of Narmada by 12.. and we had almost 18 more hours to reach back to the Campus... so we thought lets push up the the World Famous Sardar Sarovar Dam... and to do that you have to cross the river.. which meant a ferry-ride.. so coooal it was.. and once we had crossed the river.. one of my most adrenaline pumping experience after the Diu-Jump happened... and it was the Taxi ride from Chandod to Rajpipla... don't remember the names of the city.. it belonged to our quest.. you just keep your mind on the overall experience..

So we board on this Mahindra Max jeep which can capacitate about 14 people.. but on this jeep there were about 24 people.. and we had to take a ride on the bonnet of the jeep.. take a look at this picture amigos... and the tipsy turns and the cool wind of the jungles of Rajpipla... average speed of 60Km/Ph.. clinging onto the glass-wiper of the jeep.. and taking videos and photos.. fuuucccck… ddaaammmmnnnn… ooohhhhh mmmyyyyy gggaawwwdddd.. it was mind-numbing..

Anyways… then we reach Rajpipla.. one of the poorest town in India… and it really showed… so we could not stay there long enough… didn’t wanted to actually.. so got onto the rickshaw and reached Sardar Sarovar Dam. In your lifetime in India.. where you don’t have Petrona’s or Empire State bldgs.. you might wonder what 110 mtrs look likes.. you feel like an ant standing in front of this huge dam…

All the time… I was conscious about the Medha Patkar’s ‘Narmada Bachao Aandolan’.. screw you medha.. when you try to improve the condition of the nation.. and give jobs to about 90000 people… I really hope one day you die of your innumerous hunger strikes… don’t give the shit to people who don’t know why’s and the whats of the reason behind this building of the dam.

Anyways.. getting back to the trip.. so we hear that there are 5 gigantic lakes and lots and lots of Crocs in the water… and well it was all true.. but we could not spot a single Croc… anyways.. this was more or less the last memorable pit stop of this journey.. as we returned home… Via Vadodra.. where I met one of the very beautiful person I know..

So again, we had lots of stories to tell to the sissy and wussy MICANs.. and show them all the pics and the crazy videos we took over there…

My Instincts do tell me a lots of things nowadays… but have to shut’em down.. reason one.. don’t have crazy MICAN dudes around.. and second… have to look forward to the career… but well I think something more exciting is about to happen.. so people.. Anyone wanna join the next adventure do lemme know.. and if anyone wanna see the crazy video then lemme know too..

And my request to all you people in and around Ahmedabad .. Go to Narmada.. and drop a buck at the donation box near Sardar Sarovar's Statue to feed Medha patkar.

Happy Trip (Pun Intended)

2006-05-13T14:34:00.000+05:30

Alright... So it's been a year that we made the very famous trip.. and Now i have to upload this blog for certain reason which will not be told. Anyways... the date 29th of march 2005, Myself and suren sitting in the stinking room, which had taken the toll on us. Cracking the briefs was just not happening, needed a respite. Finally a bulb lit, and I spoketh 'Dude lets go to Diu.', we looked around, Sanju nodded. Hopped in Suman.

Many people wanted to board on, but we had only two 100cc bikes, so only four could go. Got the bikes repaired and we started at around 10 in the night. Distance 450kms. Bought a Road Map. Filled in the fuel and we took off.. There was no looking back... people thought we were crazy spiff on the small 100cc bikes till Diu. we knew we had to make it, we had to make people envy us, we wanted the beer, the beach, the food from the ocean...

Aah. the distance never got onto us... it felt we were getting closer to the place until the Sun came up... regretted upon the pit stops we had to make.. but well the 100cc bitches can't run that far on one go. feeling cranky in the morning... anyhow we reached Diu around 9:00 in the morning.. booked up a hotel room.. washed our face with beer..aah the feeling, the pungent smell of the Fosters and the Zingaros and the haywards.. Unforgettable... Living in Gujarat does raise your intake level of beer... Damn Gandhi.. Good Gandhi.. atleast if gandhi weren't born in Gujarat... this bike ride would have never happened..

Diu gave me the best adrenaline rush of my life.. when i decided to take a jump between this huge void between the two walls of the fort.. and the depth of the void contained.. rusted iron stuff and lots of rumble... a bit of miscalculation and i would have been haunting all the visitors of the fort.. here 's a pic .. which may not show you the risk and crazyness of the jump... as the dude who took the picture was scared to take it from the tip of the wall..

The fort, The Museum, the cathdral, the cave, the beach, the eye warming portugese girls..feeling = PRICELESS.. so we clicked over 2500 pics in next two days... gobbled up as much sea food as we can... the first pot experience in Diu. everything was so wonderful until we decided to get back to Ahmedabad..

We started around 9 in the morning.... Bad thinking... after all the beer we had... we got completely Dehydrated.. so had to take a nice long pit stop for 2 hours.. The HydroStop. The sun was melting us... Mirages happening.. and it did when one of my friend thought that there was a waterfall right in middle of the road so he sped upto it.. only to find out it was a big white cow... Nothing serious though... We got them bandaged and all and couriered them to Ahmedabad from Bhavnagar.. so now Myself and Suren had to get two bikes back to Ahmedabad... it will be fun we thought... We have the same passion in life... He's like a Brother to me... respect him a lot..

So we took off from bhavnagar by around 10 in the night.. and finally stumbled on the Ass-Grater Road... The 24kms stretch gobbled up 2 hours of our precious lives and numbed our ass.. the ditches were insanely deep... it was mayhem... the dust.. the ditches and the dust... we had to take a nice 45 mins break as soon as we crossed the A.G. road but lay our ass on the Khaat for sometimes... we started again.

Many of you don't believe in ghosts.. we didn't either.. but when we took a wrong turn from Dholka and traversed in a perpendicular route to Ahmedabad.. we journed on this spooky road... 25kms of no human sighting - 25 kms of no truck horn - 25 kms of long bushes and peepal trees - 25 kms or suppressed sound - 25 kms of Hope of staying alive. And it finished..

Finally we reached MICA near around 4 in the morning.. but the experience was wonderful. One stop at Chottas and we were sleeping like babies... and the envy started next day... after looking at all the pics... most of the people in our batch were either cursing us or something.. people termed us as Diuds or Diu Boys... aah.. we had already started to miss Beer.. If anyone wants to take a look at some more pics then lemme know. So listen to that thump of your heart which tells you to piston out to your Favorite destination.

7 Dehlidly Sins..

2006-05-05T12:09:00.000+05:30

Ok.... So I was going through this article and it certainly raises few questions... Should Delhi be the capital city of India? Anyways the 7 deadly sins are -

1. Aggressive, lawless driving; India's road accident capital.

2. Touting, hustling culture, Grab-what-you-can-get mentality: law-breaking acceptable across classes, everything 'negotiable'.

3. Callousness towards the vulnerable: disabled visitors, elderly and poor.

4. Most unsafe city in India for women; India's Rape capital.

5. Obsession with hierarchy & status.

6. Officious, self-important political and bureaucratic class.

7. Apalling cultural and professional manner.

Many personalities have spoken about what they feel for the city, but where's the voice reaching? If any of you read this blog then do let me know, Should delhi be the capital city of India? Why 'Yes' and Why 'No'?

Miss you Papa!

2006-05-03T18:06:00.000+05:30

Hey dad... Today's your B'day and I am missing you a lot. I do and will always remember what you used to say - 'you stop learning when you start saying "NO"'. I always remember how you used to make me smile and even at this point when i write this there's a warm smile.. all the happy moments gushing in my heart... The bribes.. the scares.. the extra money.. drives in Amby.. and eveything. Sometimes i feel that you are still around in form of Lakshya. We both have the same connection and he always looks upon me the way i used to look upon you. Don't think that i could have been creative, if not, because of the way you brought me up. I think a lot about you nowadays and well this is the point when i should stop writing.. heavy throat. Take Care DAD.

Long Live.

The criminal is out!!

2006-04-09T14:18:00.000+05:30

I really don't know what appeals so much to me about this lady Veronica Guerin. Maybe, something in me wanting to bring a change like she did. But anyways, the accused to her murder is out of jail.. read - http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/northern_ireland/4890468.stm Long Live Veronica.

Fun @ MICA

2006-03-31T23:16:00.000+05:30

Well the visit to MICA on 29th was strictly an official one.. but well when you see students and Proffy's climbing on the mango tree then well you shouldn't just sit back quietly... Pankaj, RDX, Myself and my Friend Rucha could manage to collect around 30 unriped mangoes off tree... Hope MICA wallah are having Aam ka Pannaa.. Aah.. I miss MICA..

Ab tak 24!!

2006-03-27T00:43:00.000+05:30

Well could not wait till turning 56 to say this dialouge. 24 years have passed by and the party today was fun. Damn you Mocha Wallahs!! you lost your chance to earn some profit from me. Thanks to Suren, Charu, Naren, Khushboo, Aalekh, Shipra, Who?zefa, Ekta and Ashu.

She's here!!

2006-03-24T11:24:00.000+05:30

She's here ..... She's here......

Mera Bhanja!! AAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

2006-03-22T16:32:00.000+05:30

This is the cutest thing in my life... Aaj hi mahashay ke exams khatam hue hai... I think i should write a blog for Lakshya more often... because he says few things once -quite-often-in-a-while which really shocks me and the people around him. So, Mahashay comes from the school after giving his last exams and tells everyone "Meri ticket karva do Ahmedabad ki, Mama ke paas jaana hai"... Ummuaaaa

Errr.. do u have a toilet?

2006-03-22T16:17:00.000+05:30

Never a man planning to marry will expect that a girl could ask him this question? But well this happens "Only in Africa", where the girls do ask this question to the guys? Don't believe it? Was hard for me to believe it too. Read it in Times of India.

The dog stays in our heart

2006-03-22T16:11:00.000+05:30

This is what i could think of this guy who apart from brilliant Titan Campaign gave us the Hutch Dog Campaign. The guy started his journey very early in his life and ended it pretty soon too. Hope he goes to heaven and creates a nice happy story for the world too. GoodBye. "Wherever you go, Our network will follow you"

Daddy No.2

2006-03-17T13:13:00.000+05:30

Yeah... rightly so. Though he was not present on Campus for most of the time.. or too much during the end of our course. He did teach few lessons in life.

1. How to sell bullshit?
2. Think.. think.. think..
3. it's okay to take risk.

Well these are the three things this man thaught me and now he's no more . I really hope he's making merry hell... yes hell... that's what i thought this guy would want.. and that's where he can not be disciplined by the funda's of god.. rather trembling the rock of devil.. making him realise that the real devil has arrived... Sir i hope you don't rest in peace... coz I know as long as you are thinking... few others are thinking. Let the creative juices flow. Good bye

me

2006-02-01T10:02:00.000+05:30

Lata Kantharia - The real rising.

2006-01-31T17:14:00.000+05:30

Well for All those who can't read the words written in the box, it goes "HIV test karaya kya". Well i know it's not the best of the editing or composition but well i reall had to pass on this message.

On the 5th page of Times of India today a News headline read "Woman files case against HIV-positve husband" and i thought that she must filed the case for cheating on her with a Prostitute.

Read the whole News, Turns out that this woman has filed the case against this man for not disclosing the Fact that he's a HIV positive before they got married in May 2002. Now they have a child of year two and it is because of this man they don't know what can they do for their own future.

I strongly feel that no matter how much the parents or the society is against the thought of HIV, but for the people who are going to spend the rest of their lives together should take this small precaution for the sake of one another.

Red card to Times of India. You guys never fail to publish any issue with masala. I mean is their anything wrong with you when you pick up the head-line. This can be a golden oppotunity lost for you guys to let the nation know that you cover news in the spirit of true journalism. Don't you see the possibility of earning the laurels from the people who respect journalism. Think I should go for a Different News Paper.

Rang Diya Basanti Ne !!

2006-01-30T09:30:00.000+05:30

Now, I certainly feel that this movie came very close to attaining perfection in all the Dept. Acting, Music, Comedy, Screenplay, Art Direction, Dialouges,etc etc... but i think it could have done a bit better in Casting and Scripting (in the second half). But well the major thing which was somehow unacceptable to me was the role aamir khan played (Daljeet A.K.A DJ) and there were other casting gliches too.

Hey, I am not taking anything from the wonderful perfomance by Aamir Khan. I think he's genius and superb, and I also no that no one from the current crop of the actors could have played the role better than Aamir khan himself. He carried out a role of a 27-29 year old guy perfectly, but the camera can not hide the 40+ face perfectly, how i wish it did!

I seriously feel that there could have been someone who would have suited the role more perfectly. I guess it is about time, that our directors of people who handle the casting authority, should go for a yatra and watch the wonderful talent playing it's part on the stage and drama's.

I mean we are a nation of billion people and we do have actors hiding out there. I really do sympathise with all those wonderful actor who just can fulfill their dream of owning a Merc. an extra. where are these talent agencies who should have a huge databank of prospective actors and actresses?

i mean, if we have actors from different age group and sizes and everything, there is so much more we can do with the characters. We've seen so many hollywood movies with ugly people playing the part of the lead actor. Like Chris Farley, Seth Green, etc etc. Characters like these gives you so much more freedom to explore the subject of the movie in a different level. Can you think of American pie without "the Sherminator" or "without a paddle" for "Danny".

Anyways, this is a sunject I can get totally carried away with. so for all the people who can or wish debate please send me Q's.

Gunners – gunned down!!

2005-12-19T13:39:00.000+05:30

It was probably the best sight of the free flowing football. The likes of Cole, Robben, Henry, Lampard, Cech and Ljunberg were at their best. The average movement of the players on the field was recorded at 12.1 miles per player. Was it speed which mattered in this match? I guess it certainly was.

Arsenal, known to play the most attacking football then any other club in the premeireship got to know what Speed is all about from their local rivals Chelsea. Chelsea have stretched their unbeaten run against Arsenal to 6 games which is a proud feeling for any Chelsea Fan.

The match started with what it looked liked a perfect scrambled egg recipe. Players throwing themselves onto the ball. Yellow cards were displayed in abundance, The likes of Viera and Reyes were certainly missed by the Arsenal camp which took the field against all strong Chelsea.

Arsenal could have led the game if not for the far post which deviated the shot by Theiry Henry in the early minutes of the game. Robben certainly showed that he has the best finishing abilities in the world football. And then it was the perfect timing of Cole, which certainly rammed any hopes of challenging the title for Arsenal.

Jose Mourinho was ecstatic as ever when he punched his fist in the air and the embarrassed look on the face of Arsene Wenger and their Jackman Sir Alex Ferguson. So, is Arsenal out of the title race contention. I certainly think so. Their method of playing attacking game is certainly evident in other clubs like Bolton and Tottenham, which lead Arsenal in the table.

So the gunners can aptly say that they were “gunned down” by the “Big Blues”.