World Cup Craze

Puneri Patti is a phenomenon. Either you are left laughing your ass off or you are disgusted at the weird thinking which persists here. Nonetheless, these pattis are awesome!


Since the great India vs Pakistan madness is gripping the attention of each and every person, some clever head had to do this too..

These are true cricket fans pursuing their religion with utmost sincerity...

It translates as...

"Hotel Satyam: 30th March 2011,  India vs Pakistan: If India wins this match against Pakistan, then you will get one plate Misal Pav (A Pune special snack) free on one, on 31st March. Book your plate, today."


Go India Go... atleast someone will get a free Misal Pav Meal..

The Monalisa smile

(Picture Courtesy: Pooja Cornelius)

Eyes, like a sunrise
Like a rainfall
Down my soul
 And I wonder
I wonder why you look at me like that
What you're thinking
What's behind
Don't tell me
But it feels like love

                               - Evergreen, Westlife.

                                                                     
"Thanks for coming. It really means a lot."

She smiled.

"I am not the M.F.Hussain sorts, but I really needed someone for my assignment"

She smiled.

"So, what do you do?"

"I am a lawyer. And you?"

"I am a cop, and this is how I catch criminals.... I am painter, Madam"

"So is this your profession?"

"Yes. Don't I look like I am one?"

"No, I didn't mean that", she snorted and added, "So, how much time will you need?"

"How much time do you have?"

She smiled again and added, "You better begin."

"What's with your smile? You don't speak much, do you?"

She smiled again and nodded her head in affirmation.

"Was that a Yes, or a No"

"Yes, I don't speak much", she said.

"Well, that's like a perfect muse then. I can comfortably paint you, Monalisa"

"Are you playing around with the canvas, or have you started painting?"

"I am halfway through..."

"Already?"

"Listen... I am halfway through adjusting the lightings. I will click you and then you can
leave"

"Oh. I thought you were painting me live."

"You want me to do that?"

"Yes"

"How much time do you have?"

"Eternity", she smiled cracking a callous joke.

"You know when will I finish it?"

"When?"

"Never"

She smiled again.

"So, what time do I come tomorrow?", she asked.

"Anytime"

She left. And she came back after a few seconds.

"What's your name?", she asked.

The painter smiled.

Flip Side



(Picture Courtesy : Pooja Cornelius)

 "Grampa, you look at this yellow thing inside, here", asks Ken, showing a beautiful orange orchid.

"Where, let me see?", Grampa observes closely.

"See this.. Grampa...Don't touch", Ken warns.

"Ok , Ok, I won't. Let me see it closely. Please get my glasses, will you?", Ken listens intently.

"Betty", he calls out, " Get Grampa his glasses", Ken orders.

"Your Glasses, Sir. What is it Ken?", Betty comes running.

"Look at this Betty. This Flower has children inside it", says Ken.


"Like Mum had me, inside her stomach?", asks Betty.

"Uh", Ken looks confused.

"Let me tell you a story, kids", Grampa begins.

"There was a fairy and she wore this beautiful orange robe. She would go to people who had wishes and she would fulfil them. She would carry these golden children and give them away to people who didn't have one", narrates Grampa.

"Did she give one to my mum and dad?", intervenes Betty.

"I don't know whether your parents asked the fairy for it", says Grampa, losing the link to the story.

"So can I ask her for a golden child", asks Betty.

"Take this Bett, your Golden child", says Ken, authoratatively, as he carefully plucks one of the yellow anther and gives it to Betty.

Ken's Grandfather chuckles.

"What is it Grampa? Why are you laughing?", asks Betty.

"Nothing Kid. Go, keep the flower in the vase"

"But Grampa, we should name this child, something", says Betty carefully observing the red stamen with yellow anthers.

"No Betty. This will be lost. You cannot keep it forever. Don't name it", says Ken.

"Ken is right", affirms the old man.

"But, I want a golden child", requests Betty innocently.

"When you grow up, I'll give you one, and you can keep it forever", says Ken as a matter-of-factly, sounding candid and bold at the same time.

"Tell them the entire story", Gramma enters and tells Grampa.

"What story? They've already made one on their own", says Grampa, as they both end up laughing at the kids. 

Quoting, HIMYM

Just felt like putting this up, here..

Pooh Ted!

Robin:   How do you do this Ted? How do you sit out here all night, in the cold, and still have faith that your pumpkin's going to show up?

Ted:      Well, I'm pretty drunk. Look I know the odds are, the love of my life isn't going to magically walk through that door in a pumpkin costume at 2:43 in the morning. But it just seems as nice a spot as any to just ... Sit here and wait.

Jab We Met

I love to write on prompts. Self selected ones, especially.

But when I got a prompt, on which I had been wanting to write, from a friend, my thought process choked. I couldn't write anything, though I wanted to write.

But this is the best thing that struck me then when she said it, and which still makes me feel good about the prompt. It may seem meaningless, to some... but I had to blog about it!!

The prompt was "Jab We Met"

And my creative response could maximum go upto singing these few lines, with total dedication

Jag sara jag sara nikhar gaya
Hun Pyaar hawa de vich bikhar gaya
Dil tera hoi jaaye
Ambraan nu chhooi jaaye
maar udaari vekh shikhar gaya
hun Mauja hi Mauja...

Since that prompt... this is how things've been!! :D :D 

K(h)abar nahi

How difficult is it when you spell Hindi words in English??

We have a champ at spellings, and greater champs at interpretation.
So here's a mail trail which had me in splits, in bhare office hours!! :P

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From: varu
Sent: Friday, March 18, 2011 12:18 AM
To: All

Amit, how have u been..bahut busy hain kya?
@rest: How r u all? baut time hogaya koi kabar hi nahi tum logo ki?
Soumo congratulations!
Subi log take care have fun....
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From: Yamini
Sent: Friday, March 18, 2011 7:54 AM
To: All
 
Varu, shukar kar ki kabar nahi hai…
 
Yehi bhala (not Ms. bhalla) chahta hai tu humara, dost hoke..huh?  
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From: Maloo
Sent: Friday, March 18, 2011 8:02 AM
To: All
 
Haan na... Subi logon ki kabar chahiye usse.....
 
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From:   Yamini
Sent: Friday, March 18, 2011 8:08 AM
To:        All

BATAO!! :P

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From: varu
Sent: Friday, March 18, 2011 8:49 AM
To: All

 Seriously???? is it kabhar???
I wrote it kabhar first sachi... and I remembered hw u guys use to make fun of it in the past and I changed it to kabar...
see Aisa b Hota hain varu ke saath:(

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From:   Yamini
Sent: Friday, March 18, 2011 8:08 AM
To:        All

Hahahahahhahahahhahaaaaa
I cannnnnnoootttt stop laughing!! :D :D :D
Simply for the sake of putting an “H” doesn’t mean u put it anywhere!!
It is KHABAR… neither KABHAR nor KABAR…
Iss zulm KA-BHAR mujhe KABAR tak le jaayega aur by god, kisiko KHABAR bhi nahi lagegi!

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From: varu
Sent:  Friday, March 18, 2011 9:11 AM
To: All

Ohh boy..now am laughing...

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From: Amit
Sent: Friday, March 18, 2011 12:05 PM

Hahahahah lmao

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And that's how hum kab tak haste gaye...kuch khabar nahi thi...
Like Varu said... Aisa bhi hota tha, hota hai..aur na jaane kab tak hota rahega!!

KABAR!!

Varu, you are the best Hinglish speaker, writer eva!! Period!! :D

 

Ennui - Enough!

(Picture Courtesy: Pooja Cornelius)

I  pour a coffee for myself. Black, without Sugar.
It's lent, I justify.

It's a beautiful evening and there is not much noise on the road. I sit in my balcony looking at the beautiful purple flowers bloom on a leafless tree.

Abhishek bachchan was in Nagpur for the music release of Dum Maro Dum, I think and try to feel bad for missing the chance. It was my city, I could have easily made it, had I known, that he was coming. I don't feel bad, somehow.

I try to think about the song that DellNaaz plays for me. It's a suggested track from a friend, from the movie Game, again AB jr flick.

The song goes on..

Maine kab ye socha tha hoga yu kabhi
raah me yu mil jayenge do ajnabi
hum dono jo paas aaye toh
dil jitna khush hai utna hairaan

I am falling, falling in love with you...

I like Shaan's voice. I allow the song to mesmerize me. It fails to do it. The chorus sounds lovely.. I try to learn the words, and sing along..

I am falling..falling in love with you...

I get the words right in 3 attempts.

There's a playing area to the left of our apartment. I look at the stranded see-saw in the park. Something separates the park from the civilization. It looks un-maintained and the bright yellow of the see-saw still looks effervescent.

I try and think about the wonderful days of childhood, but it fails to form a thought in my mind.

I realise, for a change, my mind is not at work, at all. I like the feeling.

I notice a cat trying to escape from underneath the fence. Strictly not an Ailurophile, I astound myself, feeling the pain. The fence scratches the cat, I feel the hurt. I keep staring at it, as it makes it's way to the other side and sprints swiftly .

An immediate distraction, is the wind. I feel it in my hair, as the sun sets. The purple flowers fall from the tree. There's an elation. My heart feels it.

Mind is blank. I am tempted to type a message on my cellphone and send it to 2 people.

But I don't do it. I feel like the cat, fear the hurt.
I want to get to the other side of the fence.

Someone realises my propinquity and sends an email.

It reads "Do something this time..if you..."
I am perplexed. I think it's time to cross the fence.

I scroll down my message inbox, I stop on one message.
It seems like a revelation. I decide to cross the fence.

How I wish I could simply hop over it..

I fall asleep listening to Hoobastank - The Reason, in loop.

I'm not a perfect person.
 there are many things I wish I didnt do
but I continue learning.
I never meant to do those things to you. and so I have to say before I go,
that I just want you to know
I've found a reason for me,
to change who I used to be
a reason to start over new,
and the reason is you


I'm sorry that I hurt, its something
I must live with everyday
and all the pain I put you through,
I wish that I could take it all away
and be the one who catches all your tears,
thats why I need you to hear


I've found a reason for me,
to change who I used to be
a reason to start over new,
and the reason is you
I've found a reason to show
a side of me you didnt know
a reason for all that I do,
and the reason is you   

Watch it!

And it so happened that one day, our two dudes, Robo and Debo had come home for tea.

One of us had put milk on the gas stove. We couldn't stand near the gas stove, to keep a check on the milk as we were taking care of other errands. So we asked the guys, to watch it.

After some time when one of us got drawn to the kitchen, because of the smell, we wondered, how did the milk spill, despite the guys watching it.

"Couldn't you put the gas off?", Pri asked.

"The entire milk is spilled, now. What's the use of you standing here?", asked Maloo.

Robo, naively responded, "But you just asked us to keep a watch",

"And we watched it spill..", added Debo.

A sheer hopelessness crept followed by a hearty laugh.

"Guys will be guys!", we exclaimed.

"Now we should put this on Facebook, Yamini will put it on her blog too", said Robo.

"Perspective ke naam pe blog chalati hai ye", commented Debo- his usual comment as Maloo laughed in agreement.

And while the others laughed, I indeed blogged about it!!! :D

Jee haan, Aisa Bhi Hota Hai!!

Solicitude

(Picture Courtesy: Pooja Cornelius)

... and she would
express like a lover
who had all the love
in her heart
and she had
taken the role of an angel
and was playing God's part

In a wondrous shower of bliss
Drenched, they
looked for more
The chill from within
made them ill
she came and stirred their core

Her eyes scanned my periphery
I could feel her aura,
touch mine
An illusion, it seemed,
at that moment
Surreal it was,
yet divine

I woke up from my dream
wondered about the where
how and why?
In deepest thought
I looked above
and tear dropped
from my eye

Gratitude,
my heart felt
for feeling the love so true
If a human
so unconditionally would love,
he'd be an angel too..

Self Control

In a sincere effort to curb my anger and control impulsive reactions I ended up laughing uncontrollably on my efforts.

It so happened that I left for work on my Honda Dio today. I usually ride my bike as if I am an Alien totally obscure about the traffic rules on this planet. So, I halted way before the stopping line, when I saw the traffic policeman show a STOP signal.

The song in my music player was a lovely track which I have been listening to, in loop, since Sunday.

It went on..
"Sajde me rehne do, ab kahi naa jaunga... Jo tumne thukraya, to sawar na paaungaa...."

and instantly I find a scooty hitting my Dio, and the rider calling out

"Pagal hai kya?"

and I would have ideally replied.

"Abe, pagal hoga tu...Dikhai nahi deta kya?? Dimaag kharaab!!"

but I replied..
"Signal hai dekhiye! Pagal honge aap!!"

After we went in our respective directions, I realised, I wasn't fuming with anger at all, like usually I do, after such immoral behaviour!! ;)

I recollected what I said, and burst out into a laughter.

I am changing...for good! Just need to use better language!

Introspection and implementation ke chakkar me Aisa Bhi Hota rehta Hai!! :) 

In loop... again!

There are very few times, when I go back to a track that I had got bored listening to. But after listening to this song on radio, I felt like listening to it again. So i populated my playlist with all A.R.Rehman tracks and decided to change the feel, or feel the change (as you like it).

Also, very rarely it so happens that I feel that the song is being sung to me, for me. This one song, felt just like that.
In my head, I dedicated this song to myself, as it went on and on in loop for more than 48 hours.
I just love this song.. It's gonna be around for sometime, it seems., just like me.


Rehna Tu, Hai Jaisa Tu, Thoda Sa Dard Tu, Thoda Sukun
Rehna Tu, Hai Jaisa Tu..
Dheema Dheema Jhonka, Ya Phir Junoon

Thoda Sa Resham, Tu Humdam Thoda Sa Khurdura
Kabhi Daud Jaye, Ya Lad Jaye, Ya Khushboo Se Bhara

Tujhe Badalna Na Chahoon, Rati Bhar Bhi Sanam
Bina Sajawat Milawat, Na Jyaada Na Hi Kaam
Tuhje Chaahon Jaisa Hai Tu

Mujhe Teri Barish Mein Beegna Hai Ghuljana Hai
Tujhe Chaahon Jaisa Hai Tu
Mujhe Tere Lapat Mein Jalna Rakh Ho Jana Hai

Tu Zakham De Agar, Marham Bhi Aakar Tu Lagaaye
Zakham Mein Bhi Mujhko Pyaar Aaye

Dariya O Dariya, Doobne De Mujhe Dariya
Doobne De Mujhe Dariya

Rehna Tu, Hai Jaisa Tu, Thoda Sa Dard Tu, Thoda Sukun
Rehna Tu, Hai Jaisa Tu..Dheema Dheema Jhonka, Ya Phir Junoon

(Haath Tham Chalna Ho, To Dono Ke Daye Haath Sang Kaise) - 2
Ek Daaya Hoga, Ek Baaiya Hoga
Thaam Le Haath Yeh Thaam Le, Chalna Hai Sang Tham Le

Rehna Tu, Hai Jaisa Tu, Thoda Sa Dard Tu, Thoda Sukun
Rehna Tu, Hai Jaisa Tu,
Dheema Dheema Jhonka, Ya Phir Junoon

Thoda Sa Reshma, Tu Humdam Thoda Sa Khurdura,
Kabhi Daud Jaye, Ya Lad Jaye, Ya Khushboo Se Bhara

Tujhe Badalna Na Chahoon, Rati Bhar Bhi Sanam
Bina Sajawat Milawat, Na Jyaada Na Hi KaamTujhe Chaahon Jaisa Hai Tu

Mujhe Teri Barish Mein Beegna Hai Ghuljana Hai
Tujhe Chaahon Jaisa Hai Tu
Mujhe Teri Lapat Mein Jalna Rakh Ho Jana Hai