Heights!

Height of frustration:

Your parents ask you if you have a girl friend and they are ready to marry you with her. But you realise that you never had one.

Height of resemblance:

A friend (male) asks another friend how does your girl friend look like. In reply the other guy says (..very seriously..), she looks just like you.

Height of insult:

A guy is standing at the corner of a street. He finds a pretty girl across the street. He finds the girl approaching him. By now this guy has made up his mind that this is the girl with whom he can spend the rest of his life. All of a sudden he gets a knock from the twisted fate. The girl asks him - Uncle, wot's the time?

Heaven on Earth

I have seen anger
I have seen pain
I have come across some thoughts which have been insane

I have seen growth
I have seen death
I have come across the green lose its sheen

I have seen fire
I have seen smoke
I have come across jungles burned down for selfish desire

I felt that I have been such a big bumpkin to realise, how brutally we are destroying nature, while I was at the highest point of the Satpura range and not realising this earlier.

My heart yelled PLEASE STOP CONCRETIZATION but my mind said HOW ELSE WILL THE CITY GROW !

I sometimes dream of a place where I am ambling through an aisle surrounded by paddy fields,which leads me to a place laden with clouds. The sky is woven with interludes of yellow and crimson streaks accompanied with cool breeze. Its only the lush green mountain peaks that I can see. No worries. No thoughts about the future. No choices to be made. Absolute bliss!

This is not an exaggeration but I did get this feeling at a point called Dhoopgarh at Pachmarhi . I feel I should stop blabbering about my mythological dreams :) at this point and take you guys through some pics which have been taken while I was at Pachmarhi few days back.This place in MP is heaven on Earth!!

Its Ok!

Statutory warning:
If the following lines sound kiddish, foolish, random bakwas, then they actually are all of those.
If they sound a tad meaningful, a tad nice and a tad purposeful, then they actually are all of those.

Its ok when they kill you in the light of the day
You get used to it and take it anyway.

They kill you on a friday and come back on a wednesday
But you forget it all anyway, its ok, its ok.

You get mangled to the hilt, you get charred away,
But those moments remain with you for a day.

Nothing's gonna change everything's gonna be this way
Until you wake up and have your say.

Let the tolerance have a leeway
And the actions have a subway.

But dont't get complacent and say its ok
Rise from the ashes and make your way.

Tete-a-tete

There was this brief but a very serious tete-a-tete between 2 guys in a firm. Here goes the conversation.

1st guy (1st guy comes late to the office): Kai re aaj late alas?
2nd guy: Ho re, ship madhe alo.
1st guy: (totally perplexed) ship madhe?
2nd guy: ho re.
1st guy: pan tu thanyat rahtos na?
2nd guy: ho re.
1st guy: Gava la gela hotas? Kuthla gav re?
2nd guy: Nahi re ithech tar hoto.
1st guy: Mag ship kasa?
2nd guy: Adhich decide jhala hota meeting madhe ki me ship madhe yenar.
1st guy: (Goes nuts) Meeting madhe? Bus madhe ala asheel na ?
2nd guy: Ho re, bus madhech alo pan ship madhe.
1st guy: (goes bonkers and decides rather not to ask any further) Ok.

After a lot of thinking he comes to know tat the first guy came to work that day in shift hours. He had no other option but to seek mercy from Lord to have made the mistake of starting the conversation. Though, the third guy who was a mere spectator to the entire conversation had a ball of a time listening to it and laughing his ass out.

Fate......ufffffff!

You meet your fate on a big flat plate,
you reach the gate or u deflate.

If you reach the gate, you will satiate,
Ride with the wind and emancipate.

But if you deflate, your faith will wither,
Your soul will slither and precipitate.

Losing myself

Tired of this lonely shit
Gotta get yourself newly lit.

Get hurt for a while
But overcome it in a jaunty style.

Get your life on a high
Feel the serenity of the clear blue sky.

Do all the crazy things
B'cause life ain't worth leading with a jinx.

Never forget the purpose of your existence
Fight every problem with a procrastinating persistence.

Nothing is permanent everything is temporary
Imbibe the pleasant moments in your grey armory.

Why can't we rewind?

There are times when you wake up in the morning and with some not so good things happening around you, you feel its just not your day. You yearn for that little change which would make you feel good, but everytime you anticipate the much awaiting change the dame luck will bamboozle you with its filthy mischief.There are times when you have no idea as to where your life is moving on. You decide you would bring a change in your life but it just does not happen. You have many decisions to make but you just can't finalise any. You hope meeting the right people but end up with the wrong ones. You try drinking on strong spirits but the circumstances suture your limits.

Why can't we just rewind? Why can't we just go back to our good old college days and have our carefree and immature ways? Some say this is mid life crisis but I say sometimes LIFE is harsh on us for no reason.

But you gotta fight it your way or the high way!!

PAKKK GAYA HU MAI!!!!!

Sitting in the office bay, absolutely blank, having nothing to do, aint certainly an interesting thing. Its one of those times when your mind is hovering over the skies of a presumptive enthralling weekend while your body is arduously trying to keep itself awake. Its a phase when your inner voice is muttering, "What should I do now? Big time pak raha hai yaar!". Some ingenious ideas then start creeping in your mind. Should i just stand up and yell out loud, without any inhibitions, in an assertive voice "PAK GAYA HU MAI!! WOT THE FU$# YAAR!!" or may be just yell out with all the force from my gut, "TAKE A DEEP BREATH. CALM DOWN!". I am pretty sure, if any of these happen, I am gonna sit idle for pretty long :).

I turn to my right and find my colleague with a confused look. I presume he is stuck up in some piece of code and the look of his suggests, its gonna take him quite a long to come outta the code. So no point in bugging him. All of a sudden my eye catches the site of this person sitting in the opposite bay. On the first go, you may think, he is practicing one of the dance postures from a Sridevi movie. A few seconds out of the Sri Devi posture and he adapts himself quickly into one of the yogic postures. I bet he is a big fan of Mandakini too. Yes sir, this is the "stretching my body" act he is going through. Quite a creative guy, i tell you!!!

OK!!! Finally i get some work or should i say, i get a chance to pretend to code ;) So, as it is said in espanol, adios, hasta luego!

Knocking on heaven's door

"Major Mohit Sharma of the Parachute Regiment killed in the Hafrada forest battling terrorists on Saturday". This is not exactly the news you would be happy, reading on your breakfast table. One more braveheart gives his life so that his people would live in safer haven.

Why is there so much hatred in people as to one human being may consider taking life of another? Be it the Vietnam war or the 26/11 Mumbai gory, the Kargil victory or the unscupulously imbecile Rama Sene aftermath, the 9/11 twin tower macabre or the hatred for the North Indians in Mumbai, the end result has always been a bloody splatter. What next??..One fine day it would be well erased from everybody's mind and the cycle would continue. No remorse, no lessons learnt!! So why in first place have we to indulge in such heinous acts. Can't we just get up every morning with a "FEEL GOOD" feeling? I just feel like KNOCKING ON HEAVEN'S door!!

"Mama, take this badge off of me
I can't use it anymore.
It's gettin' dark, too dark for me to see
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door.
Mama, put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore.
That long black cloud is comin' down
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door."
-- Bob Dylan

When cricketers fight the terrorists!

"Thilan (Samaraweera) has a bullet shot in his leg but he is fine. Paranavitana (Tharanga Paranavitana) was in the hospital and he had a shrapnel in his chest but thank god it didn't penetrate deep in the body. It was just on the surface. Everyone is OK. I had shrapnel inside my shoulder but they have all been taken out. I am OK. Ajantha (Ajantha Mendis) had a few in his back and scalp but he is fine. Everyone else is perfectly alright," said Sangakkara." ----These are the few lines which posed as a conundrum on me. Have these cricketers really
gone through all this? Atleast the statement passed on by Sangakkara sounded as if this particular feat, of shrapnel penetration, was one of the activities in their daily chores and did not matter to them much. A question that i may like to impose is, are the Srilankan cricketers brave players or they are just foolish dilletantes? Even after the 26/11 attack, the problems of Taliban taking over Pakistan, other cricketing countries refusing to go to Pakistan, these people had the chutzpah to visit the Pak soil!

The other day i was having a conversation with one of my best buddies. We came to an ingenious idea as to how the players can be protected from such attacks even while playing on the Pak soil. Every player should be carrying a sack on the field, along with the other cricketing accoutrements, which would have a pistol, some hand grenades, an AK 47 rifle and some dry fruits. If need arises players can defend themselves with these. This would
have an added advantage of a reduced security. In these times of recessions this can play a major factor ;).

But some of the problems that the players would face, we thought was, say if the bowler asks the fielder to shoot at the non strikers end. eg: Iran Pathan at the non strikers end yells to Sehwag,with a hope of getting a run out, saying "SHOOT SHOOT". Now the fielder would be put into a really big dilema as to whether there is a terrorist outbreak and he needs to shoot by pulling out the AK 47 from his bag or he needs to shoot the ball.
Now Mr. Dhoni has to be really careful in such cricumstances while muttering the words which he uses to encourage the bowlers and unsettle the batsman, like "Le le isko, apna aadmi hai" (Take this guy out, hez our man ..thought of translating this one just for my ever growing international fans who follow my blog ....muahaha!). The bowler might
misunderstand him and take the batsman off his life with the pistol in his bag.

I bet in these circumstances the players would mutually be benefitted as they would always be on guard because the next time when there is a catch to be taken near the boundary rope and the bowler yells "CATCH IT", the fielder would be rattling his brains to find out whether this was a call to catch the grenade that has been hurled or the ball :).

Feels great. Try it!

Ekdum chota kaat do. 15 min down and i get a reply - bas itna kaafi hai, yeh ekdum mast dikh raha hai. Dost, aur kam karo. 10 more min, and the bihari accent tells - bas itna kaafi hai sahab, isse kam acha nahi dikhega. Aint happy!!! Aur kam karo dost, daro nahi!!!! 10 more minutes and the Bihari accent tells me, isse kam toh bilkul hi acha nahi dikhega. But, yeh dil mange more!!! Minutes before he starts using his machine, of which he is extremely hesitant, he warns me - sahab dekho ye do number hai and ye ek number hai, ek number wale blade se ganje ho jaoge and do number wale blade se bhi thoda bahut waise hi ho jaoge.
Number 2....Just bring it on!! And tats my new hair cut ;)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Pic to be uploaded soon......

Love songs for U...

The other day i was going through a website and came along an article which mentioned-- 10 of the all time favourite love songs -- http://ibnlive.in.com/news/valentine-pick-10-alltime-favourite-love-songs/85056-19.html. If you made a CD of love songs for your gurllll, which are the ones that would surely be on your list? Here goes my list...
1) Here without you - 3 Doors Down..... I belive this one to have the best lyrics. You play this one again and again and again and i will still ask for it to be played again :)
2) Yellow - COld Play
3) With or without you - U2
4) The Reason - Hoobastank
5) No one - Alicia Keys
6) Yeh tumhari meri baatein - Rock On
7) Tum ho toh - Rock On
8) Chasing cars - Snow Patrol
9) I dont wanna miss a thing - Aerosmith....I guess the best romantic song ever!
10) Everybreath you take - Police
11) Flying - Bryan Adams
12) Romeo and Juliet - Dire Straits
13) Always - Bon Jovi
14) Sabse peeche hum khade - Silk Route
Trust me, every word in these songs is worth the buck!!.

Blast from the past

I was reading the blog of a friend of mine and was made to remember the good old engineering days and thefunny and the awkward incidences. Here I go.....

A repeat from G's blog:First year Nemade's class, was working with my drafter and a girl was sitting in the front bench and my eraser fell into her low waist jeans.....may sound gross but had the slightest ideas as to wot to do next...imagine if someone had asked her....gimme the eraser which has been placed by mistake on your posterior....(the usage of the word rubber in this case would make one a sidey character:):))....

Second year, while completeing the assignments in a class room close to our dental college. We see babes from the dental college walking past the aisle of the other building. One of my friends informs us and all our eyes are glued to those beautiful heavenlyc reations. All of a sudden, my other friend who is by now a bit far away from the site of heavenly bliss, gets to know about this and runs as if his life were at stake, to move close to the window. His mind is so overpowered by the divine creations that he forgets that the windows also have glasses which could be closed. Bammmmmm!!! He bangs his face into the glass slidings in an effort to put his head out of the window to get the best view. I bet his face must have gone numb for the next 10 secs by the impact.

Second year, attending the lecture given by one of our favourite professors, R J Kulkarni (RJK). He was our favourite because he never used to teach people sitting beyond the third row of the . I find only 2 reasons as to y he used to like the first 3 rows, may be his age (in his 70's) did not permit him to a higher decibel level or may be he thought we were too studious listening to his lecture. He must have the least idea about the devilish pranks that were originating in the hind side rows. I still remember the day when we were sitting in his lecture with a junior with us(obviously with an intension of ragging). The windows of the audi had curtains. We were sitting with this junior and had rapped the junior's head with those curtains as if it were a shawl. One of my friends insisted this junior, to ask Mr. RJK a question.The junior, still draped in the curtain, raised his hand. Even in the weirdest of our dreams, we would not have the thought tat RJK would think tat the junior draped in the curtain was a studious fella and would be asked to sit in the front rows for his feat of asking a question. By now the junior was shit scared and was begging us to let him go. But, the devil minds had some other plans! He was allowed to go out but in a unique way. He had to run outta the audi yelling "Vande Mataram, Vande Mataram". This is not an exageration but the mission was accomplished with the boy running out and Mr. RJK stranded in a state of utter disorientation as to what was going on. Thats our dear old RJK sir for u! :) .

Third year, we were in the computer room pretending to work on our computers. One of my friends had a problem starting the computer. All of a sudden Gaikwad madaaaaam prakat ho gayi!! She was our professor for some programming language (don rem). In a very shady tone she tells my friend who was still struggling with his computer, "Press this!!". By now, my friend is zapped as to wot is she referring to. Again she repeats "Press this!"...The expression on the guy's face was worth seeing....as if he is to watch some b grade mallu movie.....lol.

Third year, computer room. Someone has dropped a pen on the floor. Gaikwad madaaaaaaaam picks it up and in a very inquisitive loud tone is asking "Whose pen is this?". But she had the slightest idea that with her accent it sounded "Whose pennis this?"....lol!

When the idle mind ponders...

The idle mind made me think and write down few of my likes and dislikes. These have been mentioned in no particular order.

The GOOD Ones
ondu) A beautiful petit girl giving a wry smile to one of my dumb jokes....( Tat hasnt ever happened!!....The dumb jokes always pop out, but, the earlier part, i mean to say:) Now its so long, that i don even remember as to when did i last come across a suave dainty girl)
eradu) A classical guitar played in the finger style......( ohhh, yeah, tat takes me into an alltogether different state of psychedelia)
muru) Manchester United beating the hell out of their staunch rivals. For that matter of fact any Manchester United match.( I rarely miss watching their games!!)
nalku) The firing gusted by a Harley Davidson or a Bullet or an old BMW.....
aidu) The blues played by John Mayer (Ohhhhh good Lord, they are out of the world!!)
aaru) Having my dinner, with my legs up on the computer table, me seated in the reclining position, with my headphones on and watching FRIENDS.
elu) Riding my bike with some good music being played in my IShuffle.
entu) A good heavy workout with some good groovy music which gets my adrenaline going!ombatyu) Hanging out with my friends on weekends and watching movies.
hattu) Playing my guitar.......( Though i dont play well thats one thing that keeps me going!!:) )
hannondu) Playing the FIFA 08 in the manager mode. ( Completely addicted to it. This is one place which gives me freedom to exploit my managerial skills :) :) )

The BAD Ones
ondu) You are waiting for the lift in your building and you are in one of those dire circumstances when your bladder is gonna explode and you have to urgently visit the loo. All you find is the lift is in the last floor and its taking a while for it to come down.......sheesh!!!! i hate those times.
eradu) Travelling in a crowded train with you being made to smell the stinking body odour of others.....Yuckkkkk!!!!! (Its not that I was tortured to smell that stink :) , but who can escape that in a crowded train?? )
muru) You are friends with some people. You start trusting them and one fine day they ditch you and stab your back..... Hate it to the core!! Its quite painful too!!But may be these are the experiences that make me strong....muhahha!!
nalku) Misunderstandings!!! Terribly afraid of them.
aidu) Hypocrites...I loathe them....These are the dastard entrants in ur life!
aaru) Grandiloquently boastful attitude ( the GBA syndrome)..... Definitely a turn off!!
elu) The results that were displayed on the wall near Anna's canteen during my engineering days. Ohhh hell!!! My heart used to be in my mouth during those days. ( A totally different topic, but i really miss Anna's missal pav and those days of assignment completion in Anna's canteen or in the BRC, the blue rock cafe....Damm!! I am bitten by the bug called nostalgia....ok, i guess a different post deserves to be out for this one!!

Well, by now if you are guessing as to what this number system is.....Thats my arterial language, Kannada :)

Never gonna be the same

I am not a poet and so no one knows it. The below few lines mentioned, aren't a copy paste.You may find the below lines funny and kiddish and ultimately you will smile or you may like it and may care to comment. Anyways, a win win situation for me because i either buy the smile on your face or the comment :).

Statutory warning: The usage of words like "Shot", "kuch bhi likhta hai", "pakav", "kya pakata hai" while reading this blog are strictly prohibited. The owner should not be admonished for the below lines. Read at your own risk.

Life is full of fun
When you have those perfect ones
All around with you

You can have your sorrows shared
Because you know u r gonna get the care
Oh yeah tats true tats true

I brood about the past
and it comes to me at last
that the things are never gonna be the same

never never never be the same
never never never be the same
never never never be the same
never never never be the same

But life's gotta move on
With all the zeal and no con
Oh yeah o yeah

You r gonna have those ones there
Who may show that they care
But tat aint true aint true

Now i have to take the utmost care
Tat i dont get my back stabbed there
Ooh no ooh no

I brood about the past
and it comes to me at last
that the things are never gonna be the same

never never never be the same
never never never be the same
never never never be the same
never never never be the same