Thursday, October 28, 2010

In love with a Joker

She was a story teller. She'd go about the streets, gather children and tell them stories - stories of fairies, kings, queens, animals with great powers. 
She made them believe about the good things in life.
They loved her.
On a fine Sunday morning, she went to the arid village of Bhuj. It hadn't rained there in many years. The children waited for her as much they waited for rains to turn up and light up their lives.
No sooner she reached the school premises, than the children flocked her. They all settled around her in a circle and she began.
"Once upon a time...", 
"There was a prince..", the kids shouted.
"So, we are listening to the Prince story here, huh", she replied.
"Yes!!!", the kids shouted in chorus.
"All right. Once upon a time, there was a prince. He was smart, clever and handsome. He loved music and wrote beautiful poetries."
"Do you know one?", asked a sleepy girl.
"Yes, I do", replied the story teller.
"Sing one for us", requested the kids.
"The night so dark,
 The sky so bright
 I dream and dream
 and wake up to the light
 I wish I were a star
 in the sky
 I wish I had wings
 ..wings to fly.."
The kids chuckled.
"And then...", the kids demanded.
"Yes. So the prince wrote beautiful poetries and songs. But he always used to be sad. He did not like what he had. The king would give him a Piano and he would dream of having a cello. The queen would make tasty momos and he would demand for custard. He always wanted what he did not have.
Everybody would ask him that why is he always crying. He should be happy and laugh and smile and enjoy what he has.
He did not understand. He wrote poems and that made him happy. He smiled rarely. 
One day he went to a fair. The fair had many musicians playing. The prince was very excited about the variety in music that was being played. Some musicians were dressed as kings, some were dressed as beggars, some wore the outfit of a tiger and sung the jungle song and some dressed as women and sung about the household stuff.

The prince looked for a getup to be dressed as.
He looked at the other stalls and searched for a place where he could change his get up.
He found a stall where a lady sold masks and paints.

He asked the lady to make him into something else, as he wanted to go and perform with the other musicians.

The lady laughed and said,” You don't have a smile on your face. How will you sing?"

The prince was shocked at the statement. He got really angry and shouted back at her,"What is there to laugh about? I have no reasons to smile. Nothing that is happening with me is what I wanted."

"Don't shout, Mister.", The lady smiled and requested.

"So are you giving me the mask or should I move on to the next shop?", asked the prince.

"Sit down. Let me see what I have for you", the lady replied and started looking for the most suitable mask.

After going through all the masks, she suggested, "Sir, what if I paint your face. I can paint your face with a smile and everybody will think that you are smiling even when you are not"

"So I wouldn't need to actually smile then?", asked the prince

"No, you'd look very happy and cheerful and the people will gather around you, and your painted face will attract everyone. You need not smile", re-assured the lady.

"Ok. Paint me smiles, then", said the prince.

The lady painted the prince's face with bright colours of red, yellow and white.
She started with the hair. The hair came on the forehead and she slightly pushed it back and put it in a hair band. They were neatly trimmed and complimented the face.
The eye brows thick and unbalanced were painted into a broad blue.
The lady looked into the eyes. The eyes were not the most beautiful ones that she had seen, but she instantly fell in love with them. She kept looking into his eyes, as she painted his eyes white.
His nose seemed just perfect to be painted a red. The inappropriate structure of every part seemed so much appropriate when put together. The prince was beautiful.
The lips needed the maximum uplift. She painted a bright yellow and white and made a beautiful smile out of it. The chin seemed just perfect to kiss. She painted it blue again and the face looked lovely.

The prince was all set to join the musicians in the fair.

"It's done, Mister. And you look great", the lady smiled and exploded into a laughter.

"Why are you laughing? Do I look like a joker?", asked the prince.

"Yes," the lady replied.

The prince kept staring at the lady and loved her laughter. He wondered what was so beautiful about the lady -the lady herself, or her smiling face, occasionally turning into laughter.

"So what instrument will you play?", asked the lady.

The prince kept looking at the lady.

"What?", the lady asked. "I won't charge you anything", she added.

The prince kept looking at the lady for some more time and then smiled. Genuinely.

"Wow", exclaimed the lady.

"Do I look funny?", the prince asked

"Yes", replied the lady.

"Now?", the prince stuck out his tongue

The lady laughed.

"Now", the prince lifted an eyebrow and twisted his lips.

The lady laughed harder.

"Now?", the prince moved his eyeballs in a funny way.

The lady laughed until she had tears in her eyes.

Both laughed together until their stomachs ached and their tears rolled out.

The prince was in love with himself and his ability to make others laugh.

The lady was in love with the joker.

The prince later performed with the musicians and sung this song that he had written,

"A smile to you
A smile to me
Laugh and be merry
as much as you can be

I paint my face
with smiles and joy
I may be upset
but I am the joker boy

The beauty in you
that you always hide
Open and show
I am by your side

I paint my face
I know to smile
They wonder what makes me happy
all the while...

I am the joker boy."


All the kids sang with the story teller..

"I am the joker boy"..

So kids, tell me. What is moral of the story?

"We should become jokers", replied a kid.

"No, we should paint ourselves with a smile", replied the other.

"Ok", the storyteller giggled.

"We should keep smiling", replied another kid.

"Yes. Correct", affirmed the story teller, "And? What else?", she added further.

"We should be happy with what we have and we will always have a smile on our face", said the oldest of the lot.

"Very true. So kids, whenever your mumma doesn't give you chocolates, or dadda doesn't buy you dolls or cars to play, don't make a sad face like the prince. Be happy. Smile. And what will happen then?", asked the story teller.

"A lady will fall in love with me, if I smile and make her smile", replied a young fella.

The story teller laughed. No wonder why everyone loved her.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Snippets from Life


Weekend was awesome!!  We talked, rode through Tamhini ghats to Mulshi and had loadsa fun!!

5 of us had a great discussion about personality traits and we philosophized a bit too. This is the ideal scene where we sit at our apartment, enjoy music, have a nice cup of ginger tea and get involved in interesting discussions.They say, you should always speak out your mind. We did just that.
I happened to get into a conversation with Robo.

Robo asked, "So what do you think are my traits?"
I replied, "You are very temperamental and impulsive"
"And...?“ he asked.
"You are always pre-occupied with thoughts", I added.
Just then Debo intervened.
"No. I AM  ‘Pri-occupied’."

It took a while to make out what Debo meant. He sure was referring Pri, and undoubtedly he is Pri-occupied.
We may be anything, have any traits, positive, negative, neutral.... but Pri-occupation just happens to be Debo's business.

We all agreed hands down.

 
While trying to tune the violin, I broke the strings. And that's when I realized, there should be no strings attached when you are tuning a particular thing in life.


 We had been to Mulshi Lake. Debo successfully climbed a tree after 3 futile attempts and got a stick shoved in his foot. He says, "It's not that I am not capable of climbing trees, it's just that I don't want to do it"
His capability was hence proved, with a few bruises here and there.
The first three times he began with a positive attitude and failed. The fourth time he began with a negative attitude and successfully climbed up the tree.  Irony? Or Obscure Optimism??  I wonder!!


Maloo was the water princess and she refused to come out of the lake. She found and Oar like log and kept rowing, without any specific displacement. She philosophized saying, "I have been rowing it since a long time and I am going practically nowhere."
BTW, she happens to fly to Denmark next fortnight.


Robo is realizing his dreams of opening a company and he has already given us positions in his firm. Soumo will be the head of the "Attrition department". Our positions really don't matter much.

This was probably our last weekend together. People are all set to watch Pardes, and they have already loaded Swades tunes on their music players .I am sure they'll Miss India (not the pageant).

 I rode my bike with an average speed of 60 kmph. I am proud of myself :D.
Debo, was surprised and complimented me to which I replied “It's not that I am not capable of it, it's just that I don't want to do it.” I gave him a taste of his own medicine!!
For a change, for 1 day, I was not an alien.

The silence at the lake was deafening, and Robo voiced his opinion “Kitna sannatta hai bhaii”
I replied, “Sannatte se pyaar karo, ek din usi ke saath sona hai”
Seems, that was the statement we all agreed on. We are using it a lot these days!!


Diwali vacations begin on Wednesday!! Woohoooo :D

Season’s greetings to everybody! Cheers!!




Friday, October 22, 2010

Love or Hate?

I am not a very big fan of Ram Gopal Varma. I can rarely stand his movies. But after one of my friends suggested, I went through his blog and I must say, he is one crazy person. I like the way he lives his life. I can nowhere relate myself with him, or follow what he believes in, but he is someone who is different from the rest. And that has really made me resolve to watch Rakhta Charitra this time.
The conviction became stronger when I read this piece of news in TOI.


Revv up for some directorial fury in the near future. Ram Gopal Varma vs. Sanjay Leela Bhansali.
RGV, whose slanging matches with Karan Johar have fed the mediavine and spiced up tabloid copy, has now shifted target and stepped on the celeb toes of Bhansali.
Reportedly, SLB didn't take too kindly to RGV smirking to Press types about how he found the promos of 'Guzaarish' to be tepid and uninspiring. And how, he disapproved of scenes which show an Aishwarya Rai Bachchan brushing Hrithik's teeth and washing his hair.
RGV's trenchant take was that Bhansali, known for generating opulence and grandeur in his flicks… had gone off tangent treating the subject of a magician turned paraplegic.
A furious Bhansali retaliated ticking off RGV and telling him to mind his own business.
Well, matters have escalated to ugly heights. In a bid to cut into the collections of 'Guzaarish' and upset Bhansali. RGV is pitching the release of 'Rakht Charitra 2' on the same date!

Declares Varma in a tabloid quote, "'Guzaarish' is about love and 'Rakht Charitra' is about hate. May the purest emotion win."

RGV's last comment "May the purest emotion win" literally gave me goosebumps and I was actually thinking about the veracity of the emotion of Love.
For a moment I thought, Hate ought to be the purest, where ideally it should be Love.

I am still wondering what should be the purest and which actually is one?

Junta, what's your take?

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Highway Glory

A daily trip to my office ;)  through the highway makes me observe all the different kinds of people, the way they dress, the way they stand, sit, talk, move, tie their hair and even ride their bikes and drive their cars.
I had been noticing this since quite sometime now and I think there are four types of riders/drivers.
1. The Gods : These are the kind of riders who think they are the God of the roads (pun intended). They think that the roads belong to their fathers-in-law and the roads would eventually be bestowed upon them with dignity as a dowry.They ride/drive their vehicles as if they have supervised the construction of the raod, they know that every drop of Tar on the road is equivalent to every drop of sweat their imaginary fathers-in law must have put in to construct the road just for these rash rider sons-in law.
The roads out rightly belong to these Gods. They drive like they don‘t care who exists. They will move on with full speed, dash things here and there if it comes in their way or make the co-riders feel like shit. They will never go below 80kmph on their speedometer and they never apply brakes unless they reach their destinations.
These riders/drivers normally do not have a pillion or a company to travel with. They think they are cousins of Michael Schumacher and their little hatchback is a ferrari.
These people are seldom scared of death.
How to spot them : When they are moving, you know how to spot them. When they are not, they are seen preparing themselves for the ride, wearing gloves, glares, showing off fancy helmets and costly shoes.
The dudes who fall in this category have really amazing girlfriends. But they rarely take them on the Godly trips that they fancy.
The real Gods do not know what to do with this kind of riders. Therefore at times, the riders meet with accidents because they so... put the real Gods in confusion.

2. The humans : This category of riders and drivers are pretty okay and normal on the highway. They move with a steady speed of 40 kmph and follow all traffic rules.  They are family people with a specific purpose and value for life. They are also concerned about their fellow riders and in mutual understanding and co-ordination, they try to make the road a peaceful place to ride bikes on.
The people who fall in this category are seen advising the people who belong to „The Gods“ category, asking them to slow down and remain human. These  people love their bikes/cars and slow down once they see a road bump. They are more concerned about the wellness of their vehicles than that of their spine.
How to spot them :The dudes who fall in this category, normally, are accompanied by a lady who is either wife or a girlfriend of the rider. The car drivers who fall in this category normally travel with people because the other people find these drivers trustworthy. They are seen wearing seat belts and making gestures to ensure peace with other fellow drivers on the highway.  They take responsibility to communicate in order to avoid a mishap and they are as concerned about others as they are about themselves.
The real Gods love this category of people.

3. The animals : This category of people are those who cannot stop blabbering even while they are riding or driving. They think they have the onus of educating people how to drive on a highway. They are least concerned about the speed that their speedometer shows. They are more concerned about the speed with which the other person on road is riding. They happen to scream at every other rider claiming that the other person has broken the rules.  
At times they stop the movement on the road and get into a fight stopping the entire traffic. They normally do not carry licenses with them. They stare at every vehicle that passes by and pass a comment. If a women is riding a bike or driving a car, „the animals“ stare at these women and immediately categorize them into „babe, lady, aunty“ and accordingly pass a comment.
These riders think that women cannot ride/drive properly. They are woman haters. At times these riders also make use of rods/sticks/stones to throw at fellow riders if anything pisses them off.
This kind of riders feel at peace once they have gotten into atleast one fight while reaching a destination.
How to spot them : This kind of riders never look forward while driving. They are always observing their surroundings and co-drivers. They are either humming a song or singing out loud or talking to themselves looking for a reason to get into a fight. They normally move with a speed of 40 kmp – 60kmph.
The real Gods are confused about these kind of drivers. They are fogiven most of the times.

4. The aliens : This category consists of people who claim to know perfect traffic rules and follow them meticulously. Actually they know nothing about rules and follow some traffic rules that makes sense on Mars. They  honk horns all the time because they fear that they might get hit with something. They foresee something and take immediate preventive measures. They are very scared of mishaps and ride/drive vehicles at a very slow speed. There are times when they drive at 40 kmph too, but that is the maximum that they can get to.
They normally prefer to pillion ride but constantly throw orders to the rider/driver to keep it slow.
These kind of riders do not gel with the traffic and seem totally out of place. The co-riders are normally frustrated because of these kind of riders/drivers.
Did i mention that they honk horns incessantly. They stop abruptly on roads and take weird turns all of a sudden. They do not understand what the normal traffic is moving like. Instead of following the other vehicles, they do their own thing and get into embarrassing situations. They are totally imperfect riders because they claim to love life more than anything.
How to spot them : They will honk horns even if the road is clear. They are an imaginary lot who foresee impossible things and react immediately and unreasonably. They claim to know traffic rules really well. They just seem too unsuitable in the entire chaotic traffic. They look confused all the time.
The real Gods keep giving them lessons through people who fall in „the human“ category. But the aliens refuse to learn.

I fall in category no. 4.
How about you?


Friday, October 15, 2010

Of Languages and Misinterpretations

Sometimes I feel I am so blessed. I never find myself out of reasons to laugh out loud, even in the supposedly drab atmosphere of a workplace.
My colleague is a Tamilian. Born and brought up, fed and trained, loved, wrapped, unwrapped, given, taken - everything in Tamil.
Obviously, in a place like Pune, he ought to face difficulties. He is not very good at English (Grammatically). And Hindi toh Maashaallah!. It's just "manageable“in both the cases. Both, as in, in speaking English and understanding English. Hindi is totally out of question.

And our customers happen to be Germans. So that's an icing on the cake. Like mastering one language wasn't enough, we are expected to communicate in three languages, including German.

In order to learn Hindi, my neighbour learns one new word from me daily. He picks up one word that i have extensively used the previous day, asks the meaning and tries to use it in his day to day conversations. So far, his vocabulary consists of following words : Kya, Kitna, Kyu, Badhiya and Pagal.

Now, people who have always spoken Tamil have a tendency of pronouncing 'g' as in 'Nagesh' as 'h' as in 'Nahesh'. And they pronounce 'h' as in 'Mahesh' as 'g' as in 'Maghesh'. So, for the Tamil dude, Pagal was not Pa'g'al, but it was Paa'h'al.

One fine day we hired a contractor to do some petty work on a daily basis. This chap happened to be a pakka Puneri with very little knowledge of Shudh Hindi and amazing hands over Marathi. The contractor was supposed to deal with this Tamil guy. They happened to get into a very interesting conversation, which had us in splits.

Tamil dude : You have to solder it right here.
Contractor : Kidhar Ko?
Tamil Dude : You look the Diagram. Here, Here. Pin no. 4.
Contractor : 4 ko kela na.
Tamil Dude : Kela nahi. Aaj Apple.
Contractor : Aapal. Achha accha. Kar dete main.
Tamil dude : Badhiya!!
Contractor : Ok. (smiles heartily)

Then I asked my colleague whether everything was going on fine. He said yes and I asked him what did the contractor say. He said he didn't know. Then I intervened just to make sure that the soldering work was going on fine. I realised that there was miscommunication and i corrected it.

My colleague got mad and said in disgust, "Paaahal".
Contractor : Kay Paahu?
Tamil dude: You Paahal.
Contractor : Kay karu pahle?
Tamil dude to me: Am I correct?
Me : Yes. Politically.
Tamil dude : Badhiya.
Contractor: Sab badhiya. Aaj Shaam ko khatam kar dalega.

I laughed hysterically at the contractor’s statement. I wondered whether he actually meant "kaam khatam kar dalega, ya tamil dude ko".

The tryst with misinterpretations continued as I wondered what "Pegel" meant after our client from Germany pinged me and said "Pegel of Output".

I mumbled "pegel" as I thought whether I had heard this term ever, and while I re-read the pings, my neighbour who had already heard what I said, replied back ,
"Pe'h'el?"
I smiled and said, "Yes. He says 'Pegel of output'. What does it mean?"
He replied, "Pehel means Level, in German".
"Thanks", I said, my smile converting into a laugh.

From one Level - Pegel, to another.. This sure is a "Pe'h'el"...  ("Pehel" as in Hindi, which means "Start")







(B)logically New !

Since a very long time I have been looking to re-vamp my blog. Nothing seemed interesting, nor did anything creative come up in my mind. The other day i tried out blogger.com's new template designer and i realised I could make my blog look the way I want it.
Then I came across Jinesh Sunny's work and it occurred that I should could use his work and pep up my blog. The title background picture happens to be his click.

There are many such beautiful pictures, clicked by Jinesh which I am going to feature every week (that's the plan for now) in my blog. A bunch of the pictures cover the key spots of my hometown Nagpur. Jinesh has done a great job in capturing them. I hope he creates a blog pretty soon, so that apart from featuring in my musings, they get a deserving audience too.

Yo, Jinesh….Go... You are Good :)

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

The Fountainhead

One of the very interesting works that i have ever read is that of Ayn Rand - The fountainhead. I didn't quite agree with all that Ayn said when she wrote about her protaganist and his ideal ways. The philosophy of Plato which Ayn rand follows seems a bit too impossible for me. They are far from reality. I have had different opinions about the characters everytime i analysed them.
I happened to re-read a particular part of the book where Dominique is speaking to Roark.

"Roark, before I met you, I had always been afraid of seeing someone like you, because I knew that I’d also have to see what I saw on the witness stand and I’d have to do what I did in that courtroom. I hated doing it, because it was an insult to you to defend you–and it was an insult to myself that you had to be defended… Roark, I can accept anything, except what seems to be the easiest for most people: their halway, the almost, the just-about, the in-between. They have their justifications. I don’t know. I don’t care to inquire. I know that it is the one thing not given me to understand. When I think of what you are, I can’t accept any reality except a world of your kind. Or at least a world in which you have a fighting chance and a fight on your own terms. That does not exist. And I can’t live life torn between that which exists–and you. It would mean to struggle against things and men who don’t deserve to be your opponents. Your fight, using their methods–and that’s too horrible a desecration. It would mean doing for you what I did for Peter Keating: lie, flatter, evade, compromise, pander to every ineptitude–in order to beg of them a chance for you, beg them to let you live, to let you function, to beg them, Roark, not to laugh at them, but to tremble because they hold the power to hurt you. Am I too weak because I can’t do this? I don’t know which is the greater strength: to accept all this for you–or to love you so much that the rest is beyond acceptance. I don’t know. I love you too much.”

Roark has been impressive. But not enough to impress me. But while turning the pages of the book I spotted another quote :

 "To say I Love one must first know how to say ‘I’  "

I think I will re-read the book. There's a lot to explore. A lot of opinions to be changed. I think I already have a plan for weekend :)

Mr. Roark,

I shouldn't have resisted. You were correct.

Yours truly

Monday, October 11, 2010

Guitar Lessons

Dear Sir, with all respects
I want to thank you..
for making me play the six strings
and do all that i do.

Your insistence on practising daily
Had me in rage sometimes
But I loved listening myself play
When i started putting rhythm into rhymes

I was happy with the four chords you taught
And I was varying it all the while
I wondered when could I go a step forward
And it reminded me of your sarcastic smile

I went on to learn it on my own
Chords D, E and A
The transitions started becoming smooth
"Easy, steady", as you would say

Now I know a few more chords
but I need your help to do it well
I am good with the G-chord
but strums for 'F' just wouldn't gel

And the DD-UU-DU strumming
Goes on without shrieks
But I am still worried about 'F'
without which my future looks bleak



Dear Student, with all compliments
I want to appreciate
your effort to learn the chords
and the interest that you take

Glad to know that the basic chords
are going on really fine
But trust me if you should
and take one thing at a time

Playing guitar is like loving a girl
You hold her with love and care
And when you hold one, you being a girl
you sure will get some stares

Now barre you know not very well,
so stick to the easy ones
Get in place E, C and D
then we'll see how 'F' is fun

Before that, try the transitions
for E, Em, C and G
G is a very important chord,
as important as F can be

So trim your nails, forget manicure
The nailpaints be put on sale
If you want to learn the Barres so well
Then, Easy, Steady, female.

Friday, October 08, 2010

Celeb- blabber- ation

This is another Great talk on G-talk post.

Here, I am not going to put the exact chat that I had with one of the dudes, but yeah, I am definitely going to give a gist about what happened.

Since time immemorial, the chat applications have really served various purposes of "match making", “flirting", "recreation", "time pass"- which sometimes worked well, and sometimes, after the chat -ters, exchanged pictures, faded into oblivion.

The normal chat would, then, ideally begin like this:

Dude: Hi, asl?
Gal : 20 f Mumbai
Dude: where in Mumbai?
Gal : asl
Dude : Where in Mumbai?
Gal : asl plz?
Dude : 22 m Mumbai
Dude: Where in Mumbai.
Gal : Actually I used to stay in Mumbai until 1999. Now we have shifted to Bangalore.
Dude: Ohh Great. I work in Bangalore too. Do you have a webcam?
Gal : ...

And then the chat would either take a positive turn or negative one depending on the motives of the participants. The asl funda seems extinct now.
The chatting styles have gradually evolved. 
And now we have these modern day direct communication, double meaning phrases, cheeky passes and a bit of philosophy too. They work really well.

But yesterday, I got hit with one of my very own chatting strategies. And I wondered "Meri billi mujhi ko meow??"

I happened to mail (a few days back) a very very smart, good looking, and famous gentleman complimenting him on his work. And I was totally awestruck when he replied and acknowledged my appreciation.
After a few exchanges of thoughts on gmail, the dude pinged me on gtalk.

And then The Great talk on Gtalk, though very short, was thoroughly amusing and I loveeeedd it...

Now certain guys have the knack of hitting the right chord. They begin the chats with something so irresistible that you are totally drawn towards them. The dude did just that.
I was too foolish to reply in just one word, instantaneously.

Me: Wow..

I realised that I should have been a bit clever in responding. I realised that my friends were correct by typecasting me into someone who can either use fingers (to type!!) or brains at a time.
I was having a monologue, when the dude pinged back.

Dude : Why Wow?

And again... like one realisation wasn't enough, I replied.

Me : It's like a dream come true!!

I finally got to some serious business and asked him whether he works that late in the night (yes, he pinged me at around 10 pm), or was he only pursuing something recreational.
No wonder he replied that chatting with women is purely a recreational activity for him. I couldn't agree more. (I mean, for me, chatting with anyone, is purely recreational).

Now my strategy while chatting is say "xyz“, so I applied that. But the response was lame. So I decided that I needed to be a bit rational. But after some arbeit pings he asked me.

Dude: Cheer up. You seem upset.

I re-read it and wondered was it me who typed that statement, because that was my line.
No-oh.. He had done that.

I think people are always upset with something or the other. Very few live happily (ever) after every other incident and find a reason to complain about Life.
So any statement like "Cheer up", "Is anything wrong", "You sound upset", "Everything ok na?", "You don't seem your usual self"...blah blah blah, work really well. It makes the other person feel that you are empathising.
And empathy, my friend, is the key to anybody's heart and mind. Never sympathize, always empathize, some intelligent soul (Me!! ) said it.. :)
It works amazingly well for guys. For women, it ought to work. :)

Now I wonder whether I seriously sounded upset with all the winks and teethy smiled smileys, or was it just another intelligent mind pataofying the person at other end.

But Dear Dude, we both were hitting the same chord. Icchao ko chhodo. Main bhaavnaaye samajh gayi :P.

The chat ended with the usual "bye, take care, glad to help, nice talking to you" sorts.

It was one of the nicest evening ever. Seriously, it's awesome when people whom you read about (they are called celebrities), communicate with you.
Thanks, Dude for communicating. I am gonna celebrate this...

But yeah.. ping me back. I may have a new chatting strategy by then :)






Tuesday, October 05, 2010

Dreams


 
What was it?
I still wonder..
Was it magic?

Sheer magic.
She asked me to close my eyes
I did it.

Then the journey began
to the lands
where ecstacy rejoiced.

The sounds of birds
the screeching fan
all diminished into silence

I was left
alone
to dream

the canvas seemed
blank.
Huge.

I had the power
to animate it.
Enliven it.

I heard the voices,
I always wanted to hear.
-Long lost

I heard the words
which always
meant so much.

I saw a stage
where I always wanted
to be.

Be
there.
Winning it all.

She made me paint
my dream
and I am in love with it.

Friday, October 01, 2010

Aisa Bhi Hota Hai



Another fun day at lunch.

They say, while you are eating food, you should not be disturbed by anything... ANYTHING...

But if things, like this happen, then I think we got no choice but to leave the food aside and laugh out loud. Ofcourse, get back to food later.... ;)

Ani : What is so good about lemons?

Bani : Citric Acid hota hai usme. Good for health

Ani :Citric acid is what? CO-OH.?

Bani : Yes, some multiple, though..

Chunni : "'CIT'. 'T' .'T'. I think. There's a "T" too.

Ani : What "T"

Chunni: Ci"T"ric acid me "T" hai na..  'C' 'I' 'T' 'R' 'I'...

Ani : Arre..CO-OH..

Chunni : Achha.. You mean S...C...O...

Ani: kyaa???

Chunni : S C O - C H?

Ani : Kya Bol raha hai be?

Chunni : S C O T C H? Scotch? Bole to Citric Acid !! That's what you meant na?

Ani and Bani are in Splits..

Ani : Arre Citric Acid ka formula puchh rahe hai.. Chemistry nahi padha kya?

Chunni : Ohh... I thought tu SCOTCH as a health drink ki baat kar raha hai.. aur mujhe laga uska proxy name rakha hai tumne - Citric Acid, aka CO-OH

Ani, Bani keep on laughing uncontrollably.


Jee Haan, Aisa bhi hota hai!! :D

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