Friday, December 29, 2006

MoodI last nite

I went for the MoodI concert last nite...Sufi nite or some nonsense it was called. Presented by Canara reminded of when we did our event in Jan and hazaar sponsor crap u need to do..organising, pleasing the crowd but at the same time dng yeh woh..artist being made happy etcetc!

I saw an absolutely phunfuckingtastic performance by this group called Sitar Funk - Niladri on sitar which was electrifyin, drums by Gino Banks, keyboards by Agnello Fernandes who gave music to Kabul Express, Tabla by Satyajit Talwalkar, Mridangam by bald dude, Vocals by some Anand dude who was v good and Bassist was Sheldon D'Silva who rocked ass!! Why the heck have I put all these names here is a good quashtun.

They played Bin Tere Sanam, Floyd, Doors and my lord....bootiful stuff.. Gino did this whole drum + crowd interaction thing! Great great stuff!!

Mr Kailash Kher rocked...but to me it was expected that he would rock! His English sucked! Lol..I am such a cow but well...wotver...Crowd went mad...I rem me gng to rock shows and showing the same frenzy that people showed is beautiful if made the right way and can make that connect with people!

The crowe went mad with Allah Ke Bandhe - people went wild..Harish was singing like with pura josh and mad just fabbb stuff!! Ambience sometimes makes this humongous difference and man was there an electrifying ambience yest! Boootiful and I enjoyed a lot of it!

NY is coming and I am going away to Kashid!! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..I am so excited abt Kashid I tell ya..can't fucking wait! Double wheeee...

Wednesday, December 27, 2006


I was at MoodI yest! Went for JAM and had such a good time. Had a greattt time! Its been so long since I attended one of these things and man, had forgotten how good it could be....The JAM Master was IIT boy and he cracked the most howlarious jokes! Its an experience and you get the ones who do it for phun and the assholes just out to win and objecting at everything!

Finished jazz at stall and went out with friends! Rosie, looked gorgeous as ever and happy she made decision which is going to make her happy! :) U go gurl! Shreya loookd fab as ever, Nehoo got drunk and she looked happy with life...wheee...its nice to meet friends after a long time! I have been friends with these guys for 10 yrs ...that is a fucking decade man! (How observant am I!)

I knw Mun for 19 odd yrs and tht is like some crazee shit! Man is coming today! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee....Parteee time is here...Continuing in partee vein, I went out to the Shack last nite! Man, after so fucking long and when we walked in was empty as hell! Cannot believe how crowded it got afterwards! This is Tuesday nite and this place was crowded. But I had place to dance, which I did! Wheeee tht was also! :) Great phun, random man tried to hit on Rosie - quote, "You are pretty"! unquote...after which Nehoo moved Mr Vivek, saviour man to protect us damsels!

Got home at 2.00 am and got up at 7.30 am...Mother total bajaaoeed me! She was like wot the heck, wot r u dng with life! Yeh woh, bahut sunaya! Mins total mins wot happened! So yelled and screamed this morning, I am going to die of high BP, am positive, need to get out sooooon....

Water has gone away today. Off from 10.00 am this morning till tmmrw 10.00 am. Such an essential commodity that we take fr granted! I think about all those people who are without water and bless my upper middle class existence!

NY, come soon and bring me luck, lots of luck and positive stuff!

Saturday, December 23, 2006

Random thoughts

Saturday afternoon, I am listening to Garden State OST and not had a bath and well its nice....Past weekends have been a bit insane with Roch's wedding and other random things happening. Quickie sex never got anyone anywhere or did it I wonder..

Marble is being polished outside of my window. When I go to sleep in my bedroom, I wake up to that sound and think its a normal sound to wake up to, this sound and the water pump ka sound, always the two I associate with getting up after an afternoon snooze...Dalits are being killed and no one gives a shit.

I lead a nice upper middle class life. I read about women having two wombs, snakes having two heads, pythons trying to eat gators and vice versa. Poverty is something that is not to be feared not even when my father loses his job. I am secure. I almost had an accident today.

I am not seeing anyone. I am seeing someone. I hurt when people leave without saying bye. Courtesy never killed anyone did it? Then wierder shit happens and I am told this is wierd, leave it alone. I am not sure I want to. What is that about men that is attractive? Wierd ones especially, I always get them, my life story I think! Strange that my life story should be about wierd men.

I felt I talked too much last nite. I apologised as well. I felt strange about apologising that I talked and bared my heart..Why is it embarassing that we talk about ourselves. I am going to retract my apology. The person got to know me better and I apologised for that. How stupeed can it be that we keep hiding our true selves while supposedly showing our true selves to people...

Why are some of the greatest artists of our time dead? Dope, sex, fast lives - causes or even better depression. How can you be so depressed that you want to kill yourself? I have never understood this propensity within people. Maybe I am strong enough to bear things and cannot contemplate a time or place where I need to kill myself because of things that are happening to me or around me for that matter!

My uncle with accident sitting in my house - past 4 months. My father - responsible son - sitting in his mother's house - a grandmother I haven't seen in the last 8 months, have lost count actually. Sad that is! I miss Amma, I went to her house today, the house that still has memories for me, where I grew up, where I broke my first tooth, where I had my first bicycle! Appa too, so far they seem from me, my grandparents of the heart. I am melancholic about family and responsibilities towards family members.

Its always about what I want. Never about what others might want. You never stop wanting. Endless vicious circle it is. When are we going to stop wanting? Do diksha like that Gujarati family from 'Maximum City'? I cannot give up things. My white wine, family, [look at my order], friends, smokes, kapi, laptop, music, sorpatel, Bodyshop Lip Balm, perfume, silver hoops. Imagine renouncing this and moving away from it all. Become a hermit for what purpose.

Melancholy. I am distressed by it. I am wishing it away. Thinking of my New Year's at Kashid. On a beach with moonlight I hope. That thought lightens my brain. Mad friends. Bootiful beach of my memories. Is it going to be as pure as that? I want it to be. I know it will be....

Thursday, December 21, 2006


Mins Blogger is back, out of beta, wonder when we r gng to be like tht with our product! That would be nice......

I have been reading and reading and I feel insatiable with this need to read...I don't go a day without reading..Rt now, I am reading 'The Agony and the Ecstasy' by Irving Stone. Its a biography of Michelangelo and its fabulous! I mean, I find it hard to believe some of the stuff here but its a great read trying to understand how the mind that made 'David' - one of the most beautiful things I have seen btw!

I saw David in Florence...he is the most perfect man ever. I am now reading as to why he chose to make David that way, the pose, the reasons behind the pose..oh man, bootiful stuff! That set me getting nostalgic about my time in Italy and what a glorious time I had! Spent 16 days in that country and boy I wish I could go back there! With patience comes things and that is what I hope! Florence- the Doumo, Sienna and the cobbled streets, Rome, Pomepii, Positano - boooooooootiffffulllll with the lesbian hostel warden! Ah, memories, so sweet.....

Further down the path and remembered Ncl friends - and went into work and had got email from cool that was...coincidental and everything but still! Day progressed and suddenly something happens and I am like man, why me types!! Its like I attract trouble or men can scent it - whichever comes first!

I met Mun yest and had a such great time catching up with him man! Wheee that was! Been friends with him for 19 long yrs and I am loving eeet!! Ended up talking about my love life as usual! How wierd that should happen with today's RTC man! I can't wait to see Man (where the fuck are you da??)...

I also did some screwy shit and I can only apologise to person concerned. Honest mistake meant well but sometimes things get wierd! Sowie baby, didn't mean any harm at all!

Cutlet's and Ganja's wedding went off fabulously! Loved being bridesmaid and loveeeee my dresss!! Shoes were bashturd in end but still worth it I guess! Wot women do for vanity I tell ya! I caught the fucking bouquet which of course made me the talking point of Den's family! Bloddy nonsense I tell ya...Den beetch even put that fucking snap up!! Blodddddy I tell ya!!

I am gng to Kashid for NY and can't fucking wait! The work that I am doing rt now, I am going to be heartily sick of by the time it finishes so just as well I would say I am going away. I pray for Mrs Karnik's soul everyday!

That is it from me....enuf update crap I reckon....

Tuesday, December 12, 2006


I went looking for some random assignment I did back in Xaviers and well I found all these old assignments altogether. Remembered a different time, a different place when all was well with this world and I was a Xavierite, innocent to the world waitin for me (Grin here!)

I found some fotus of me as well, old ones, with me smokng and looking skinny! All bunched together coz obs I had been tryg to hide them frm my mother dearest!! (Grin here too!)

I found an assignment tht I am going to send there and found a reference to something called a 'bunad'. This is the Norwegian national costume and of course I had to msg my pat Renate!! (Big Big Grin here!)

Cutlet is getting married and I have been intensely bizzy on the time to breathe let alone blog!! Work has been ok but trying to juggle my apps as well so overall ok scene...thought shd blog def today..Found awesome snaps of me on Gera's flickr thing! Loved eeeet....Murty looked darlingicious as well on tht ....nice memories..:)

Thursday, November 30, 2006

Golden Gate - Vikram Seth

A mockingbird with chacks and whistles
Liquidly aviating through
A sky of Californian blue

No wistfulness but rather laughter
Tinges their speech. Do they refer
To different beings? Even after
She says to him and he to her
That first love's best by definition
They seem to state a proposition
So distant from their lives that they
Are quite untouched by it today.

There is more but you should read..its amazing stuff :)

Movies I saw ...

So Saturday I saw Dhoom 2 and oh my lord!! I howled with laughter through that whole phillum! I went with office colleagues and we were the only ones laughing our arses off! The whole theatre watching so intensely!! Ash was terrible, so terrible wanted to give her one tite slep everytime she came and even opened her mouth! The whole phillum is epitomized rt at the end, when AB says, "Yeh sab bakwaas hai!" Bas, so true man that was!!

Bips was bekaar, Ash was bekaar, Uday toh bas bolo hi mat, AB I don't know why he was there..Hrithik perhaps does a decent job...I think although not good scene is when Hrithik and AB have a drink together and talk oh so casually about killing each other (a rip off from Heat starring Robert de Niro and Al Pacino - that scene is so sexxy here) - good that was...Aur haan the Baywatch wala scene...nice touch tht was....:)

Fucking Ash with her bloddy Krazzzzy Kiya re bullshit and nonsensical clothes..bloddy Bips with her Shonali and Monali act (wanted to do slep to her too!)

Then yest went with Puttar to see Casino Royale- wot an amazing phillum..Loved Daniel Craig...niceness that was man...amazing action, great acting by the man and well some scenes are super charged - the 2nd scene in the film where he is chasing that African dude and the cardiac arrest wala scene..awesomeness indeed it was !!! this with the crap I saw on Sat and I am almost indignant at the waste of money flying people to Rio and doing dance there and all that crap!

Now enuf said and done for today..adieu pour maintenant! Bon Jovi as someone I know would say!! Hhahahahahhahahhhahaahahahhahahahhahhha

Some more stuff

Nessie is a better-known Scot than Robert Burns or Sean Connery, according to a survey. More than 2,000 adults across the UK were asked to say who they believed to be Scotland's most famous figure. Can you believe that they voted for the Loch Ness monster over other people? The other names in the top 10 were William Wallace, Robbie Coltrane, Billy Connolly, Lorraine Kelly, Ewan McGregor and Lulu. (Who the f is Lulu man?????)

A Doncaster pub has the country's youngest bartender - Chris Hardacre, who is just 12 years old. The law now allows him to serve behind the bar - with adult supervision - but not to drink the profits.Regulars at the Star (which is the pub) said they liked the father-and-son combination, though all said Chris was better-looking than his dad.

Ivorian Prime Minister Charles Konan Banny has been accused by President Laurent Gbagbo of acting seditiously for publicly criticising him.The recent United Nations resolution 1721, which is designed to drive the war-divided country to free and fair elections, attempted to give more power to the prime minister.However, President Gbagbo said the resolution would not be carried out if it clashed with the Ivorian constitution.Since then Ivory Coast has been waiting for a trial of strength between the president and prime minister. Few would have expected it to come over the emotionally charged issue of the toxic waste scandal. (Fucking hell, toxic waste is an emotionally charged issue!!!)

This stuff is so funny!

Thakkar enlightened me on this one...fundooo hai baap! I mean I do realise Indian English is like this but still some howlarious stuff man....

Some excerpts from above linked article:-

John Lawler of the University of Michigan observes the following anomalies in the grammar of Indian English:
  • The progressive tense in stative verbs: I am understanding it. She is knowing the answer.; an influence of traditional Hindi grammar, it is more common in northern states.
  • Variations in noun number and determiners: He performed many charities. She loves to pull your legs.
  • Tag questions: The use of "isn't it?" and "no?" as general question tags, as in You're going, isn't it? instead of You're going, aren't you?, and He's here, no? ('na' often replaces 'no')
In addition to Lawler's observations, other unique patterns are also standard and will frequently be encountered in Indian English:
  • Anglicisation of Indian words especially in Chennai by adding "ify" to a local Tamil word. (This is so true! I remember Anticaps asking me about this one...)
  • Use of the plural ladies for a single lady or a woman of respect, as in "There was a ladies at the phone."
  • Use of "open" and "close" instead of switch/turn on/off, as in "Open the air conditioner" instead of "Turn on the air conditioner", and "Open your shirt" for "Take off your shirt." This construction is also found in Quebec English.
  • Use of "current went" and "current came" for "The power went out" and "The power came back"
  • Creation of nonsensical, rhyming double-words to denote generality of idea or act, a 'totality' of the word's denotation, as in "No more ice-cream-fice-cream for you!", "Let's go have some chai-vai (tea, "tea and stuff")." or "There's a lot of this fighting-witing going on in the neighbourhood." (Prevalent mainly in Hindi- and Punjabi-speaking states.)
  • Use of "baazi"/"baaji" or "-giri" for the same purpose, as in "business-baazi" or "cheating-giri." (Also prevalent mainly in Hindi-speaking states.)
  • Use of word "wallah" to denote occupation or 'doing of/involvement in doing' something, as in "The taxi-wallah overcharged me.", "The grocery-wallah sells fresh fruit." or "He's a real music-wallah: his CD collection is huge."
Idioms and Popular Phrases:
  • "Out of station" to mean "out of town".
  • "Join duty" to mean "reporting to work for the first time". "Rejoin duty" is to come back to work after a vacation.
  • "Hello, What do you want?": used by some when answering a phone call, not perceived as impolite by most Indians
  • What a nonsense/silly you are!" or "Don't be doing such nonsense anymore.": occasional - idiomatic use of nonsense/silly as nouns
  • "tight slap" to mean "hard slap" (This should have been tite slep)
Anamolous Usage:
  • "Revert" used to mean "reply to." ("Why have you not reverted my letter?" meaning "Why have you not replied to my letter?")
  • The word "healthy" to refer to fat people, in North India in general and in Bihar in particular as in "His build is on the healthy side" to refer to a positively overweight person. It is used because most people who are thin often suffer from many diseases. People presume that if a person is in a financial position to get fat he musn't suffer from diseases i.e. he must be healthy
  • The expression "my dear", used as an adjective to refer a likeable person. as in "He is a my dear person." Very common in Bihar. (How the heck does he know this one?)
  • Use of "reduce" to mean "lose weight." "Have you reduced?" (So fucking true)
  • It is very common to notice Indian speakers adding "no" as a suffix at the end of a sentence to emphasize a particular point.:For example, "I told you no?!" in Indian English means "Didn't I tell you?"
Words unique to Indian English:
  • French beard to mean a moustache and goatee that wrap around the mouth. (Mins that makes it sound like a monster no??)
  • would-be (fiancĂ©/fiancĂ©e) (Howlarious and so true)
Bas khatam and I am posting some more now :)

Sunday, November 26, 2006

A fundoo article by Timothy Garton Ash in the Guardian

Tony, jagshemash! Jagshemash, Elizabeth! President Nursultan Nazarbayev of Kazakhstan, cordially received in London this week by Tony Blair and Her Majesty the Queen, has proved himself to be a really good sport by taking humorously the satirical portrayal of his country in Sacha Baron Cohen's film Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan. "This film was created by a comedian, so let's laugh at it," said the genial president at a joint press conference with Tony Blair, earning praise from the Sun. Good old Nursultan, friend of Britain, Dick Cheney, BP, Chevron and Shell.

So, in this spirit of all-round bonhomie, let's have a few more Kazakh jokes. Have you heard the one about Sergei Duvanov, a real-life Kazakh journalist imprisoned on probably trumped-up charges of child rape after publishing articles about Nazarbayev's alleged Swiss bank accounts? Or the one about the opposition leader Zamanbek Nurkadilov, found shot dead on the floor of his billiards room shortly before the presidential election, which confirmed Nazarbayev in office with a claimed majority of 91%? Or the one about Altynbek Sarsenbaiuly, another opposition leader gunned to death in his car earlier this year? Great jokes, don't you think? They must have been killing themselves with laughter.

As you will not have gathered from anything said by the prime minister, Kazakhstan is a hugely corrupt dictatorship with a dismal human rights record; a supine judiciary; controlled or intimidated media; and elections that do not, to put it very mildly, come up to the standards of Europe's leading election monitors, the Organisation for Security and Cooperation in Europe (OSCE). President Nazarbayev, having been head of the Kazakh Communist party and the last president of the Kazakh Soviet Socialist Republic, has been the president of the newly independent country since 1991, and has now been re-elected until 2013.

According to some reports, Sultan Nursultan may now be one of the world's richest men, but he has not kept his wealth to himself; he has spread it most generously around his immediate and extended family, who control much of the media and many state-owned companies. After socialism in one country, there is capitalism in one family.

I hasten to add (lest a Kazakh joke proves to be no laughing matter) that there is, so far as I know, no evidence linking the Nazarbayev family directly to either of these mysterious deaths. What we can definitely say, however, drawing on evidence from many independent reports, is that Kazakhstan has a climate of corruption, lawlessness and lack of democratic accountability in which such things are liable to happen.

Guardian readers will not be so naive as to ask: "Why, then, the red carpet treatment at No 10 and Buckingham Palace?" But let me just put a few figures on the answer you have already arrived at. Proved reserves of oil, 26bn barrels; proved reserves of gas, 3 trillion cubic metres (both 2004 estimates, according to the current CIA World Factbook). There are also major reserves of chromium, lead, zinc, copper, coal, iron, gold, etc, across this vast, sparsely populated country, whose westernmost end is closer to Hamburg than it is to the country's easternmost tip, which borders on China.

Britain is the second biggest foreign investor in Kazakhstan, after the US. And the west is engaged in a new, triangular great game - competing with our traditional rival Russia and, increasingly, China to control these vital resources. Last year, China National Petroleum brought PetroKazakhstan for $4.2bn, and a pipeline is to be built all the way to China. Meanwhile, Britain and America are trying to persuade the genial Sultan Nursultan to link Kazakhstan's Caspian oilfields with a westward pipeline across Turkey. Need I say more? (The services Kazakhstan might render as an ally in the war on terror have also been a consideration, particularly in Washington, but are probably a secondary concern here.)

You may think I'm leading up to the conclusion that President Nazarbayev should not have been made so welcome in London. Human rights should come before oil. Certainly, all my instincts pull in that direction. If the human-rights situation gets worse, not better, in Kazakhstan, Buckingham Palace may one day remember this visit with as much embarrassment as it does - I hope - the even more splendid welcome given to President Nicolae and Madame Elena Ceausescu of Romania. Remember the wonderful Private Eye cover of the Ceausescus with the Queen and Prince Philip in full evening dress at a state banquet. In speech bubbles, the Duke says: "And does he have any hobbies?" Elena Ceausescu: "He's a mass murderer." The Queen: "How very interesting."

One can, however, argue that it's a gamble worth taking. There are significant interests at stake, both economic and geopolitical. Measured by the standards of contemporary Europe, Kazakhstan is a dictatorship; measured by those of its central Asian neighbours, such as Uzbekistan and Turkmenistan, it's the best of a bad bunch. Regular visitors tell me there are signs that wealth is beginning to trickle down to start the formation of a more independent-minded middle class. The more involved we are, the more possibilities of influence we have - and you can be sure that China and Russia won't impose any human rights conditions. Often a policy of constructive engagement can move an authoritarian regime towards reform more effectively than one of isolation. This is what I call "offensive detente".

But there must be very clear limits and there must be plain speaking at the end of the red carpet. We should not pretend, to ourselves or anyone else, that Kazakhstan is a democracy or a free country - as we used to pretend with friendly dictators in Latin America during the cold war. At the same time as engaging with the Nazarbayev regime, we should actively support the growth of independent media, an independent judiciary, civil society, alternative political parties and so on. Offensive detente always has two tracks.

And sometimes we must just say no. Kazakhstan, which claims to be part of Europe because a fraction of its territory lies west of the Ural river, came to London seeking British support for its bid to chair the OSCE in 2009. It would be ridiculous beyond words if a country whose elections have fallen so far short of OSCE standards, as has its record on human rights and media independence, were to be given this position. Think Mel Gibson as chair of Alcoholics Anonymous, Jack the Ripper in charge of marriage counselling - or Borat being responsible for accuracy in journalism.

So what response did President Nazarbayev get from Tony Blair and the British government? I asked the Foreign Office and was given this strip of damp flannel as an official response: "Long term a Kazakh chair would be good for us all. But it is important that any prospective chair exemplifies the standards of the organisation in all dimensions. We and our EU partners will continue to discuss the matter with the Kazakh government in the lead-up to the OSCE Brussels ministerial meeting this December." How many words does it take to say no? From the Foreign Office, during an official visit, the answer is: 55.

This is a beautiful article and so well written where he does kill of all these fuckers..nice eet ees

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Close calls and some asides

Feeling like this today.....very strange day it has been indeed. This morning had to go for an appointment to Vile Parle and this is what happened...Wadala, I look at the rising sun and feel happy about life. Two minutes later, the happiness disintegrated. The train rolled to a stop and people started saying someone must have died etcetc..I had been in sitn before but no one had fucking died....well life is shitty enough I guess..

This 30 yr old dude (how the fuck did the guard know tht man??) had gone to shit and fucking died on the tracks ...two trains before ours had knocked him down...women in the train fell all over themselves to check out the body...wot morbid fascination we have with death!

Of course, it is bound to happen that the moment I get out of the train, I see the dead body being taken out. I refused to look and only saw the dead man's leg had been completely ripped off leaving behind only half a stump..the image has stayed in my head...

If this morning was not bad enough, this evening..I get the pyscho rickshaw driver. He was driving fast which was ok, I am used to that..Didnt like the way he was dng corners but said nothing..then the chut decides to take this corner and fucking shoots in front of a car...I mean I almost died...[nothing flashed in front of my eyes] and I yelled at the dude! He then proceeded to run into a 2 foot hole in the road (not a pothole but an actual hole) and I felt the rick go down and thought, boss chalo end of time has happened. We r gng to topple and my kingdom will be come hone wala hai...

He managed to right himself and I gave him such a tongue lashin. I was shit scared but after that he drove more sedately, hallelujah to that..had to sit in the contraption for a few minutes more and then we were done! Took bus and was still shaken with chamaat giri day has been...

Some asides: Read 'The Siege of Mithila' by Ashok Banker- Book Two in the series. It sounded like LOTR...I read it and thought LOTR rip off it is...he has managed to humanize the character but boss when Sita starts saying, "The Seven have started walking as One. Its a fight between the Lord of Light and Lord of Darkness until one survives" and I start thinking...henh mins sounds familiar types.....:P

I went to Hard Rock Cafe this Sat and had a blast. Awesome music, nice decor, reasonable booze and just good ole fun was had by me in the company of friends, quite the niceness it was....People asked me if it was first time there and if I had been to others. Hmm..never..and I would love to see how the others are if this one was so good...

Friday, November 17, 2006

So the man who said, "there's no such thing as a free lunch" is dead....tht is sad news...sadness indeeed eeeet b...The dude's name was Milton Friedman who died at the age of 94. God bless him!

I bought my first wine book from Crosswords. This would make it the 3rd wine book I would have read when I read it..wheee. I am so excited....wheeee...

Monday, November 13, 2006

I be back...

After a hiatus, I am back..I wanted to write..thought of things to write but did give up....

Yest nite was a super time..went to Gurujee's house, he made chikan fr us..Dee, me, Puttar and Gurujee had excellent conversation, we sang gaanas, watched the mother of all movies- Sholay! Me and Dee drank Riesling and Chenin Blanc..I am such a wine that about basically stayed awake the whole nite...and went to the evergreen IIT institution- Madumess and ate dal vada, medu vada, onion dosa and kapi at 5.30 am in the was fucking pure joyy!!

Its nice to meet with friends, have conversation, talk shit and eat good food..small pleasures of life I daresay :)

An article Anticaps showed and I thought it was interesting please do read.. and Anticaps loved these lines so I b putting them here for posterity..

"Every novel is an equal collaboration between the writer and the reader and it is the only place in the world where two strangers can meet on terms of absolute intimacy.

I have spent my life in conversations with people I have never seen, with people I will never know and I hope to continue until the day I stop breathing."

Bootiful innit? Adieu for now

Sunday, November 05, 2006


I spoke about this to a friend sometime back and it stuck in my head..thought should blurt it out on the blog as well. I read Hungry Tide by Amitav Ghosh and there were lines in that book about the smells. How the female protagonist, an Indian living in America felt that the smells of her house followed her to the playground leading to other children making fun of her and those smells that lingered on.

Smells are so distinctive..I mean I go abroad, come back and the smell of Bombay hits you when you step on that airport tarmac. Such an unique smell it is redolent of slums, ammonia and other things and there is no other city which can replicate it. Each city has a smell...its like Manchester's Curry Lane, which I used to live next to, again smells so strong of spices and Indian/Bangladeshi food.

I wonder when I used to cook at home with my turmeric, garam masala powder, how would a foreign person think about those smells? Would it repel, attract, interest or disgust people? Most people I have met like the smells of Indian cooking but not everyone and Indians abroad are distinguished by the smell of curry, something I remember someone telling me. I would hate to step out of my house smelling of curry!!

Smells are about places, that chocolate you had here..the perfume someone gave you, the acidic and fried up smell of fish which I don't like very next time you step out, raise that nose in the air and smell it up....:)

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Archaeological stuff...

My first love was archaeology before I discovered calling with museums and museum education!! Here's an article I found..very interesting I thought..

The earliest confirmed autopsy in North America was conducted more than 400 years ago by French colonists desperate to determine what was killing them as they endured a rugged winter on St. Croix Island, scientists concluded.

A team of forensic anthropologists from the United States and Canada confirmed that the skull of a man buried on the island over the winter of 1604-05 showed evidence of having undergone an autopsy, scientists said.

Nearly half of the 79 settlers led by explorers Pierre Dugua and Samuel Champlain died over that winter from malnutrition and the harsh weather.

The skull in question was discovered during excavations by the National Park Service in June 2003. The top of the skull had been removed to expose the brain; the skull cap was replaced before the body was buried, the scientists said.

"This is the same procedure that forensic pathologists use to conduct autopsies today," said Thomas Crist from Utica College in upstate New York, who led the team of forensic anthropologists analyzing the remains.

The conclusion, announced by the National Park Service, will be the subject of a program on the Discovery Health Channel series "Skeleton Stories" on Nov. 10.

The findings fit with the writings of Champlain, who described a dire situation in his memoirs published in 1613. He wrote that his barber-surgeon was ordered to "open several of the men to determine the cause of their illness."

Dugua, a nobleman known as Sieur de Mons, chose the small island in the St. Croix River that separates what's now Maine and New Brunswick. The settlers cleared a site, planted gardens and erected dwellings including a kitchen, storehouse, blacksmith shop and chapel.

But the winter was harsh, with the first snow falling in October, not long after Champlain returned from a historic voyage to Mount Desert Island. Thirty-five of the settlers died and were buried on the island.

Scientists using modern techniques have concluded that the French settlers died from scurvy, which is caused by a lack of vitamin C.

A ship arrived in June with supplies. Dugua then moved the settlement to Nova Scotia at a spot Champlain named Port Royal. The St. Croix settlement turned out to be short-lived but it gave the French credit for beating the English to establish a permanent presence in the New World.

The graves were originally excavated in 1969 by a team from Temple University. Decades later, the remains were re-interred by the National Park Service after consultation with the French and Canadian governments.

The excavation project, in 2003, was led by Steven Pendery from the National Park Service's Northeast Region Archaeology Program.It was during that process of reburial that the team members were at the site discussing Champlain's journal reference to autopsy, said Marcella Sorg, Maine state forensic anthropologist, who was part of the team.

Sorg said she looked down and noticed the skull with the autopsy cuts that apparently had been overlooked during previous excavations. "It was beautifully done, a very straight cut, and very accurate," she said.

There have been written references suggesting earlier autopsies as Jacques Cartier explored what's now Quebec in the 1500s, but there's no skeletal evidence, said Sorg, who works with the University of Maine's Margaret Chase Smith Policy Center.

Saturday, October 28, 2006

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Dank Maare

Has anyone heard this gem from Chingaari?? I mean, Kalpana Lajmi wala phillum and Sush starring in it etal and this trash is what we get....amazing shit.. man..
Beechwa jawaani ka
Beechwa jawaani ka dank maare
Dank maare, dank maare
Dank maare, dank maare
Baid na bulao na hakeem ko bulao
Baid na bulao na hakeem ko bulao
Saiyyan se keh do zeher utaare
Dank maare, dank maare
Dank maare, dank maare
Beechwa jawaani ka, hai
Dank maare, dank maare
Dank maare, dank maare

Dil mera dhadke badan mera toote
Pallu gire dor angiya ki chhoote
Dil mera dhadke badan mera toote
Pallu gire dor angiya ki chhoote
Din mein bhi aaye nazar humko gagan ke sitaare
Arre Beechwa jawaani ka
Beechwa jawaani ka dank maare
Dank maare, dank maare
Dank maare, dank maare

Kaise bataoon ke hai haal kaisa
Pehle kabhi na utha dard aisa
Kaise bataoon ke hai haal kaisa
Pehle kabhi na utha dard aisa
Kehna jo keh na sakoon koyi to samjhe ishaare
Arre Beechwa jawaani ka
Beechwa jawaani ka dank maare
Dank maare, dank maare
Dank maare, dank maare
Baid na bulao na hakeem ko bulao
Baid na bulao na hakeem ko bulao
Saiyyan se keh do zeher utaare
Dank maare, dank maare
Dank maare, dank maare
Dank maare, dank maare
Dank maare, dank maare
Arre Beechwa jawaani ka
Hey Beechwa jawaani ka


Its about making peace with your past and moving on.. Its about knowing who you are and making sure that the past doesn't entangle you anymore. It's about missing home so intensely that hearing the voice of your parents for 10 minutes suffices to make you happy when you used to hear them every goddamn day of your life before you went away.

Its more than that. Its those little things that make you weep, make you feel happy, like listening to Tamil songs on the fucking Internet so you could hear someone speak your mother tongue..going to eat crappy Indian food so I could remember what it was like and then wondering what the fuck did I spend that much money for?

Its about not regretting the bad that has happened but learning from the shit and thinking what, where,why, how did I ever think that was going to be ok and work for me..but NEVER regretting..regret brings tears, sadness to the heart and there is never any point in thinking about the fucking 'ifs' of life.

Its learning to be independent and making sure that your bills are paid on time and no one is trying to fuck you over with the bills..calling your electric company and holding on for 10 mins before you spoke to Sophie from Pune who is going to tell you about your electric bill in Manchester. Talking to her about weather in Pune and telling her how you missed home.

Coming back home with your accent and having people make fun of you. An accent you didn't choose to incorporate but has become part of your makeup now. Why do people make fun of things they don't understand, it is supposed to make it easier? I wonder...Not knowing what you were going to do, if you were going to get work or do what. Thinking about joining the BPO industry because your accent might help you which it very well might have. How ironic that thought is!

Working at a place where they only spoke Marathi and you with your accent etal trying to fit in and doing a danged fine job of it as well. Fitting in with relearning Marathi, being compliant with hazaar shit and wearing clothes that are not really you. Something rebels within at the thought of doing things that are not you and don't fit that label that you have made for yourself. So you move onto what you think are bigger things and get stuck with egomaniacs. Learn how to deal with patronizing bastards who don't respect your work and realize the fundamental importance of being yourself, earning money and a boss who respects you and your work.

The keystones for working now are set and knowing that these three things are important make a difference when you are 25. Moving on again difficult but done on terms chosen by you. Enough to make a smile break out :)

At a point where wanting to get back into chosen vocation is a decided factor. There is need for it because it is missed so intensely. Need to get back on track now....

Friday, October 20, 2006

Words that inspire..

Where else could you belong except
in the place you refused to leave?

Amitav Ghosh in 'The Hungry Tide'

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Thank you Mr Scott Saxon...

Long hard case

Having responded to several reports of violence, disturbances and DUIs, Hillsborough County, Florida, police thought it about time they launched an investigation into the Lil Tootsie nightclub. Police suspected the bar, known for its bikini-clad dancers, was in violation of nudity or liquor laws. Turns out the keen police minds were on the ball. And the whole investigation only took two years and 6,400 (U.S.) tax-payer dollars worth of lap dances, drinks and tips.

“Sometimes that’s what it takes to get rid of the problems,” explained Sheriff David Gee. “A lot of attention.”

All totalled, Hillsborough County’s investigation saw vice officers getting their loins rubbed against in 92 separate private dance sessions. As a result of the bang-up work, 41 misdemeanour charges were filed against 15 dancers. Detectives were unable to identify another 34 dancers, including “Cherry,” whose naughty little moves they’d investigated on seven occasions.

Under county law, alcohol is forbidden at establishments that allow nudity. The Lil Tootsie now faces hearings on the revocation of their liquor licence.

This is a super play on words and really so phunny as well....

Hollywood gossip- RSS Feeds my latest muse..

While walking the red carpet at the Annual American Cinematheque Award honoring George Clooney last Friday, Lindsay Lohan was served with a subpoena to testify at her mother's trial (who's being sued for fraud, theft, and violation of contract). She was walking the carpet when she was approached by a woman she assumed was an autograph seeker and said to her, "You're my first autograph!" to which the woman answered "You've been served" and handed her the subpoena.

I thought Lindsay was out of ways to make an ass out of herself and then she surprises me with this little gem. Maybe next week she can ask a fat lady when her baby's due and then offer to sign her belly because she's a famous actress. Only there is no baby due, is there, Lindsay?

Rapper Fabolous was shot in the leg early this morning in a New York parking garage when an identified man approached and opened fire on him and three of his friends after they had left Justin's restaurant. Fabolous was hit in the thigh before he and his friends sped away in their car, running a red and attracting the attention of police who were responding to calls that shots had been fired. The car was stopped and everybody was arrested when they found two unlicensed loaded guns in the car.

Why is everybody's life more exciting than mine? Sure, I spent the morning shooting at henchman as I skied down a mountain using the door of the Nazi chemical plant I blew up, but I've never ran a red. That shit sounds hardcore.

This shit is so amazing...:)

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

More bootiful words

Speech is only a bag of tricks that fooled you into
believing that you could see through the eyes of another being

'Each slow turn of the world carries such disinherited
ones to whom neither the past nor the future belong'

Amitav Ghosh- The Hungry Tide

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Top 10 Signs You Drank Too Much

10- You spent Sunday night in jail for cow tipping... with your Oldsmobile.
9- Thanks to you, Jack Daniel's stock is up 15¼ since Friday.
8- Boris Yeltsin called personally to ask you to slow down on the Stoli.
7- You're now the proud inventor of the "Slim Jim": Ultra Slim-Fast shakes made with Jim Beam.
6- Absolut wants to run an ad featuring a picture of your liver in the shape of a bottle.
5- Without fail, dry cleaner employees greet you with, "Hey, it's Vomit Man!"
4- The doorman asks for your ID just to see how long it'll take you to find your pants.
3- Out of panic, your liver leaps out of your abdominal cavity and into a pan of frying onions.
2- Worried friends call Monday morning to make sure you returned the goat.
1- You're now sober enough to realize "Drink Canada Dry" is a slogan and not a personal challenge.

Quite funny..:)

This one makes me feel happy

Watching this makes me feel happy and nice insidee...hugs to everyone... :)

Monday, October 16, 2006

Americans sure have a way with words...

There was a quake in Hawaii on Sunday morning acc to Yahoo News. A direct quote from there,
"We were rocking and rolling," said Anne LaVasseur, who was on the second floor of a two-story, wood-framed house on the east side of the Big Island when the temblor struck. "I was pretty scared. We were swaying back and forth, like King Kong's pushing your house back and forth."

Geez man, King Kong attacked their house...this kinda stuff is guaranteed to make news.. ;)

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Words so beautiful....

Across the treeless street
A moist breeze blows.
I re-arrange my sheet,
Wiggle my cold toes,
Stare at the sky, and toss,
Insomniac. A train
Screams through wide plains across
The scent of desert rain.

I am too tired tonight
To sleep. I lie
Companionless. The white
Clouds gut the sky.
Orion, Pleiads, Plough,
All signs and certainities
Are lost to vision now.
The willow trees

That name the town are gone.
The freight- trains go.
The loaded trucks move on.
This is the great depot
Where nothing stays.
The hours move towards light.
Sleep: in the tall-skied days
You will forget tonight.

Pgs 46-47 From Heaven Lake-
Tales through Sinkiang and Tibet- Vikram Seth

Saturday, October 14, 2006

Hopefully the last one of the day...

Zephyretta – Them Clones

Am I feeling what I should feel
Or is it just something unreal
Cloud of oceans big and blue
In my mind I'm feeling you

In my heart in my face
In my love in my fears
Do you hear me, Zephyretta
In my cries in my tears
In my shouts in your ears
Do you hear me, Zephyretta

Gentle west wind blowing through
Take me to the place you stay
Breaking clouds and smoking sun
Gentle rain just kiss me once

In my heart in my face
In my love in my fears
Do you hear me, Zephyretta
In my cries in my tears
In my shouts in your ears
Do you hear me, Zephyretta

Bootiful this is, I shall send gaana if asked for...

Now and the present...

Hm..I am at peace, I can't explain why I feel the way I do..its like a psychological release from the events of this morning. Morning was highly traumatizing, very indeed. I participated in this morning's rituals and cried and felt terrible for my cousins. They had lost a father, my periamma had lost her hubby and me, I think to some extent I discovered what I had lost...cryptic innit? ;)

I rediscovered the fact that family is so important, life is too important to be wasted on shit. U need to do all the shit possible because that chance you get might be the last chance you have!! So grab that fucking moment, buy that goddamn skirt that you want, eat that vada pav and apart from all this trivial shit, spend time with family. Depending on how close you are to them, it is so so important to tell them u care, love them and fucking try to never take them for granted...well try being the operative word.

I rediscovered who I was..the kind of emotions I feel and to some extent I feel like I am floating and everything that passed was unreal..dream like..that person at 9.30 am crying over a dead uncle was someone completely different from this person typing out this post.

In a schizophrenic world we live, assuming different roles, playing out our parts and working for those simple things in life- roti, kapda and makaan. Aur haan paisa..fucking tangential bs I talk sometimes..I wonder how people tolerate wise ass comments on that one please peoples..:)

Retail therapy coming up and if I wake "the one" up, then I shall go out for dinner!! :) Guys, whoever has been supportive, thank you...I appreciate it really a lot...hugs and kisses to the whole fucking bunch of you..

My mood now...

Winding Road...14.04 peace...:)

Again as apt as it can get for now..
Garden State OST- Bonnie Sommerville- Winding Road

Well, the rain keeps on coming down
It feels like a flood in my head
And that road keeps on calling me
Screaming to everything lying ahead

And it's a winding road
I've been walking for a long time
I still don't know
Where it goes
And it's a long way home
I've been searching for a long time
I still have hope
I'm gonna find my way home

And I can see a little house
On top of the hill
And I can smell the ocean
The salt in the air
And I can see you
You're standing there
And you're washing your car
And I can see California sun in your hair

And its a winding road
I've been walking for a long time
Still don't know
Where it goes
And it's a long way home
I've been searching for a long time
Still have hope
I'm gonna find my way home

All these dreams took me so far
And I felt I just couldn't go on
And I want to hang
Out the window of your car
And see just how good this baby can run

'Cause it's a winding road
I've been walking for a long time
And I still don't know
Where it goes
And it's a long way home
I've been searching for a long time
Still have hope
We're gonna find our way home

It's a winding road
Still have hope
One day we'll find our way home
It's a long way home
I've been searching for a long time
Still have hope
We're gonna find our way home

It's a long way home
It's a long way home

In The Waiting Line...10.30 a.m this morning..very upset..

Never has this song been more appropriate.....
Garden State- Zero 7- In the Waiting Line

Wait in line
'Till your time
Ticking clock
Everyone stop

Everyone's saying different things to me
Different things to me
Everyone's saying different things to me
Different things to me

Do you believe
In what you see
There doesn't seem to be anybody else who agrees with me

Do you believe
In what you see
Motionless wheel
Nothing is real
Wasting my time
In the waiting line
Do you believe in
What you see

Nine to five
Living lies
Stealing time
Everyone's taking everything they can
Everything they can
Everyone's taking everything they can
Everything they can

Do you believe
In what you feel
It doesn't seem to be anybody else who agrees with me

Do you believe
In what you see
Motionless wheel
Nothing is real
Wasting my time
In the waiting line
Do you believe
In what you see

Ah and I'll shout and I'll scream
But I'd rather not have seen
And I'll hide away for another day

Do you believe
In what you see
Motionless wheel
Nothing is real
Wasting my time
In the waiting line
Do you believe
In what you see

Everyone's saying different things to me
Different things to me
Different things to me
Different things to me
Different things to me
Everyone's taking everything they can
Everything they can

Back again

I feel I should keep on writing, blabbering on and on..writing meaningless clue why..just feel the need for some outpouring..for whom, for some unknown public audience, for myself?? Fuck knows..

I weep without knowing why
I stare into space mindlessly
I work because I need to work
I want things to be different
I want I want....

Are my wants so many?
Can they be fulfilled?
I fear not..
I write because I can
I am because I am and this is mindless patter again..

Words are filling this space because I am feeling rage, helplessness and despair. Why does life have to be so fucking skewed? Because she can or some other reason where we are meant to go on living this life experiencing all the shit possible with a few moments of happiness...I wonder...

Friday, October 13, 2006

Men are happier??

A friend sent this to me......

Men Are Just Happier People--

What do you expect from such simple creatures? Your last name stays put. The garage is all yours. Wedding plans take care of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack. You can be President. You can never be pregnant. You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. You can
wear NO shirt to a water park. Car mechanics tell you the truth.

The world is your urinal. You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky. You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt. Same work, more pay. Wrinkles add character. Wedding dress~$5000. Tux rental~$100. People never stare at your chest when y ou're talking to them. The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected. New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet. One mood all the time. Phone conve rsations are over in 30 seconds flat. You know stuff about tanks.

A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. You can open all your own jars. You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness. If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still
be your friend. Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack. Three pairs of shoes are more than enough. You almost never have strap problems in public. You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes.

Everything on your face stays its original color. The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades. You only have to shave your face and neck. You can play with toys all your life. Your belly usually hides your big hips. One wallet and one pair of shoes one color for all seasons. You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look. You can "do" your nails with a pocket knife. You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache. You can do Christmas shopping for 25
relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes

No wonder men are happier.
I would appreciate no comments on the post titled 'Death'. Thanks

Prem Chopra and Yash Chopra :)

Here are a couple of instances that happened yesterday and today. Yesterday I got a call on my cell fone. Picked up and conversation went like this:
(Familiar)Voice: Is this Kirti from Zee?
Me: No
(Familiar)Voice: Oh...
Me: Can I ask who this is please?
(Familiar)Voice: This is Prem Chopra here...
Me: ..hahahahahahaahhahaahahahahahahhahahaahaha (Internally)

I realised that he had saved my number at some time when I was with Foundation and called me up mistakenly. Very very phunny it was. Explained and he went away. :)

Yash Chopra jee- I just saw this morning at airport, saw his wifey and did ignore. Knew her from before but could not be really bothered if she existed or whatever guess...

That was Chopras ki kahani...:)

Very peculiar to see celebs at airport I think...


This morning, my periappa passed away. Periappa in Tamil means Older/Elder father. So this was my Dad's older brother who lived 15 mins away from us. Never knew him well but my cousins I did know much better and got along very well with too. He was a nice guy I guess but really speaking you would need to be close or really feeling for that person to know the person inside out. On the other hand, the cousins r very funny and love them to death. This obviously has hit Periamma and the boyz hard.

I initially thought I would not feel much, I mean I hardly know the man..but started crying when I was sitting next to Periamma, hugged her tite and held onto her..Situations like this always remind me of when Amma (my mom's mom) passed away. It was one of the most 'traumatizing' (hate that word here but is true) experiences of my life. I miss her so much. When I looked at periappa's body lying there, realised life is too fucking short to worry about this and that. One minute is all it takes to go away and leave grief behind.

I saw naked grief today especially when Chotu broke down near his Dad. It was hard for me to let him be and at a point could not bear his grief and felt needed to touch, hold and hug him to make him feel better. I did and to some extent alleviated my pain at his grief. I certainly hope it helped him. I did airport duty today when I picked him and always remember when Man would talk about it. On this occasion, it is not a chore but something I want to do for the family and for myself in that I am helping out. He looked so dazed and am so so glad that I did what I did..Tmmrw, I intend to go pick S up as well and like I told Periamma its important to do these things as well.

I did fite today with well intentioned loud relative. So some Southie thing where when you leave the house you don't say bye to the family concerned. This apparently means that you are going to come back because there would be death in the family again or some such crap. Fucking crappy traditions! Pretty much told him FO and went and gave big hug to both of them before I left.

Some things I learnt- practicalities after a death are hazaar, the priest must be summoned, death certi must be obtained, yeh woh and all that. It apparently costs Rs 100 to keep a dead body at the morgue. Just Rs 100 is the worth of a life well lived!! Three days, Rs 300!! I am disturbed by this notion I guess. Understand why and what not but still feel upset about it!!

Sat is when it is all going to be over. Rituals, traditions, vadiyar (priest in Tamil) and everything else happening then..

I was unsure about how appropriate it was writing about something so personal on such a public domain but cathartic comes to mind in some way and I love catharcism (Is that a word anticaps?) so guess here goes...Enuf for now..adieu

Sunday, October 08, 2006

Relaxing day eet be

So today my mood is like nice and relaxing it has been.. I slept at 2 am on acct of being out last nite..went fr a drive to Palm Beach after ages..almost did a 100 but well it was nicenesss..

Went fr class in the morning..only one baccha turned I taught her and we bonded abt life and going out and her classmates and what she wanted to do in life types..which was nice.. then went out fr lunch with friend, went to random place called Gable's near Theobroma...Had ham and cheese omlette [it was Amul cheese btw :) ] with toast..

Theobroma had to be visited and omg, so divine their creations are....yum yum yumyumyumyuym..very very nice it was home but am feeling so relaxed, its amazing..very nicenesss eet ees..(Yes Nehoo, you can steal it!)

That ees eet from me ...maybe I come back..oh interesting article I read about Google wanting to buy You Tube..interessant eet ees..I put link, feel like reading, read!

Adieu pour maintenant :)

One last one that I have been desperately trying to showcase...

Hope this one comes through...tis this amazing story abt big boobs leading to paradise..

Every weeknight millions of Colombians tune in to watch a smash television series about the indignities suffered by a teen-age girl willing to do anything to get her breasts enlarged.

Tired of being poor and going to school with no good jobs in sight after graduation, Catalina decides to do what her friends have done and get breast implants in order to snag a gangster boyfriend who can take care of her.

She tries to prostitute herself to get money for the operation but, in a kind of Colombian Catch 22, has trouble winning clients due to her small cup size.

The show, based on a true story, is both loved and hated for displaying the culture of easy money here in the world's biggest cocaine-exporting country.

Convinced that an overflowing bosom will be her "passport to heaven," Catalina continues her quest, which instead leads to episode after episode of treachery and violence.

Some call the series an insult to Colombia, which is trying to end four decades of guerrilla war driven by the drug trade. Others, who enjoy the show's black humor, say it is helping the country confront its demons.

Gangsters, called "traquetos" after the "traqua traqua traqua"-like sound made by their automatic weapons, are known to send their girlfriends for all kinds of aesthetic surgery.

Younger and younger women are getting operated on in the hope of landing a traqueto of their own.

Wot an exciting story no....I was dumbstruck and awestruck and simply amazed by people..tis madness

Read, read,

The Future of Google-
Fucking amazing this is.. doing work on this,don't ask why..big boss wanted me to look at RSS feeds hence..I was here..this chut has put an ad fr his sistah, I feel like bashing the dickhead's head in..
Hhahhhahhhhhaah, just realised tht sounded howlarious and disgusting..@ckfbjbdfbdbsbzxjzbvbv too!! Anyways, u get pt...I shall put excerpt I think..

"My sister is a very charming girl, not just me, everyone who meets her says so. She is a very elegant girl, well mannered, speaks only when reqd, intelligent and last but not the least -- beautiful. I have posted this on her behalfas I know her extremely well and know what she wants but the final decision will always be hers. So feel free to contact through this ad and when and if we take this further, you will be talking to her directly and then you will come to know a lot about her" - Bashturd man, don't u think??
You have to see to believe and plus she looks like one of those chiks out a K serial!@!!

Bas, finito fr now..enjoy and pls pls leave comments!! I am looking forward to this..:)

I am sick of the word musings..suggest another alternative quik!

Today was a highly aggravating day and I was very very annoyed. Baashturd KC types..I had gone fr class and thought wtf, let's pick long overdue cheque...fuck man, 1 hr I waited and they could not find it, I called HOD and he said de diya and the Registrar (who I always thought was betch types) searched and searched but fuck man, my cheque is ghoomofied. So they said they would call and let me know but that ain't going to I am going to sit on their ass next week to figure out scene..

Then went to parlour and well, got more aggravated without any details being given..but tht has been since resolved and hallelujah to that..I went shopping as well. Benetton has opened shop and bought myself a black shirt, nice eet am going fr a long drive hopefully..let's see where it takes me :)

My mood for today veered between 6 degrees of turbulence to being mildly happy generally especially as I ate masala pav after a very very long time..still salivating thinking about it man...:)

They are an interesting group btw..cute boy from work loves them...some of their songs r good stuff, can't rem wot they r now..Another Day is one I think..and some other stuff..

Ok, I be gng now...I be putting some other stuff in another post where you can do lotsa reading from hazaar different URL's!! Wheee..I am an Internet junkie now btw as RG would say....:)

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

The way I feel today...

Crazee weekend it has beeen, started Sat and finished yest....madddddddddddddd and I loved every fucking minute of it...yest was awesomeness...felt 16 years old :)

Monday, October 02, 2006

White wine the stuff I love....

Some more musings...

We are back to ephemeral thoughts and emotions..U meet someone, hit it off, sleep with them and then it ends..short and sweet or does it get more complicated...was speaking to Dee last nite about this. Why is it so difficult for guys to give a little bit more than just sex? I know it is just a fuck and I ain't asking for a relationship but somehow just a little more helps a long way. But guys r dopeheads and don't work like that which is sad I think. The woman always expects more and always feels let down at the end.

The ones who tell you before they sleep with you that boss this is nothing more than a fuck...they r fucker, why am I doing this because I am in love with absolute assholes all the way round..

On a lighter note, I got drunk 2 nites in a row. Yesterday nite was one of the most awesome nites I had in a very fucking long time. Had so much phun..danced in good ole CL and drank like a small fish too.

Niceeenesss it was..missed the boyz like mad..we used to do that every fucking weekend..but well the boyz r gone and so am I...miles separate us but texts help!! Man, u called and it was bootiful that u called. So nice that u did! Was awesomeness and that man, he bloddy stalked me...u knw whom I am talking abt scairee it was..I shd have asked him abt wot's her name..and maybe that would have shut him up!!

My new fone btw looks like this..on popular demand this is- except its Black and sexxy..,8764,66095,00.html

Adieu pour I feel today (below)..this fotu btw is purported to be a Mumbai skyline type fotu..where oh where can this be I wonder...

Sunday, October 01, 2006

Rakhi Sawant and some other musings

Read what Rakhi has to say and be amazed that women like this exist..I don't know wot more to say...abt Rakhi, u shd do will change perspective on life..:)

SB is finally moving into her new place and hallelujah to that..Always believe movg is place, adjusting, moving on..losing touch and the family tends to go a bit mad abt things..I remember when we moved house, its been 1 1/2 was like a fucking madhouse...parents fought (as fucking always) and I cried (as fucking always)....that was a rough day and well things went back to normal..but to have a room and share with sistah is a super duper experience.....nice view..we can see sunset over the slums..part of Mumbai life but nicee eet ees..

Went to Dee's place last nite, got high..drank 2 full glasses of wine..tequila, Pinacolada...nicee nicee nice eet was...planning another round today...mite or mite not happen..bloddy tmmrw dry day as well..its been nice this weekend..have relaxed and thought abt life more than any other time..spoke to Dee too after such a long time..that was nice...talked abt work, sex,men (imp things as u can c!)...niceness...

That is how I have been feeling for sometime especially at work (Left) ..but well its been better since then..hallelujah...and now I feel (Below) :)

Life is nicenesss sometimess.....

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

The bootiful English language, my lifeaseetees and much more right here...

That link should tell you more about the English language and its beauty..Best word in there in my opinion is Honorificiabilitudinitatibus...I can pronounce that word btw and spell it out without looking at it, something that makes me happy...we gotta have small pleasures in life rt....

This morng, had massive fite with mother..why is it first thing on a Sat morning that happens unless I am working and can avoid...but well, it happened. We fought, I cried, she cried..same ole same ole...I want and wish sometimes I wasn't such a cow and that my father was back and that life was about much more than this.. But here perhaps I am being selfish and think it is and I am experiencing it all.. so guess that is all even and square..

Mom has convinced me to apply for another MA whereby if I get scholarship I can do padhaai awesome idea, did some homework and found wot I wanted..let's see, shall show the mother and see what she says abt it...

I did something last Sat and well, I don't regret..soulless but satisfying neverthless..want to be built differently without going into casual bs but well again if wishes were horses.. I tried to be good gurl but all bollocks that mite as well do wot u want, and don't fucking regret it...v v important lesson..

Was walking with the sister in the market and saw orchids, remembered the ex...he loved them and still remember the look on his face when I bought him one the first time around..he loved it...nice memory....its interesting that from all the crap, nice memories do exist....

Everything in ephermeral innit? I mean literally everything..moments, sex, happiness, sorrow, every fucking there anything we can hold onto and not let go?? Its not possible..even family..there one day and gone the next..hate the way families function sometimes...relatives be damned sometimes...

All been tangential thoughts..felt like saying that..and this and lot more..probably seems a very confused post but thoughts..I am censuring wot I say here, don't like it but well people read and people made judgements...someone told me something abt their past and the first thing I got asked is if I am going to a society where I am the way I am and living with the way I choose to live my life.. I refuse to judge or atleast fucking try very very hard not to in any case....its v v imp not strong belief...

I want a holiday away frm city and family and everyone I think.. I am going to Mahabalipuram fr NY..Have deciced..I dont care even if I am alone..just me and the blooddy temples and the beach...I am looking forward to it man...I am gng to do some homework on this and get the hell out of here fr NY...away frm crass commercialism, work and a helluva lot more.. want out...badly and if this is something I would have succeeded in doing, I am going to be very very would literally be the fulfillment of a lifelong dream for me to go there....

Enuf catharcism now..I hope the remaining 2 days of this weekend go well....need a break and need some fucking alcohol in my system to make me happy bargh eet ees..

Sunday, September 17, 2006

I was looking at my Gmail and this is what popped up on the side- something abt Bill's Girlfriend and a small liner about Clinton's new gf...So of course had to go read about it..and found an interesting article on

Small excerpt which should be mentioned here which was bootifully beetchy..

"An acquaintance of Belinda's says: "Bill was always more interested in her money than her breasts." Still, you can't help but wonder if his ultimate fantasy revolved around Hillary in the White House and Belinda running Canada: Which G8 leader should I visit this weekend?"

As lines go that is awesomeness was supposed to be daru day but well that didn't happen in the end..too bad..didn't get to meet Rosie as well.

Bought new bootiful and black and sexy it eet....:)

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

I am here but don't know what to say it when it happens. I was going to be full of witty sayings and shit I had to read abt in the newspapers..Stray thoughts pop up and I am going to write about what I can remember what I had to write how garbled can I be!! To think I say communication skils are one of my strong pts..fucking hell it is totally!

Was home early on Monday and did normal things. Went looking for my new fone and found and I be buying it this week, perhaps today itself. 6020 it being..wheee..spending a load of money on oneself is scary..5000 bucks just going away like that on something material I desire..niceness :)

I read the newspapers after a long time, cover to cover, back to back..was fucking awesome catching up on news. 9/11 was all over of course but apart from that, something else I read about stands out in my head..This woman with her 4 kids decided to immolate herself in front of the UP said she wasn't allowed to do so..I mean yeh ok, wot next? She was protesting brutal treatment from her cop husband! Can you imagine that...I mean she is so fucked up that she needs to fucking burn herself and her children so that someone notices..Its like a story untold..

I wanted to know what would happen next..would she survive? What happened to her kids? What happened to her husband? Wtf man..wot kinda fucking country do we live in?

This morning coming back from my run, I saw a man peeing in the gutter. Common enough occurence you would say, I felt sad, this man had no dignity even for doing something as basic as peeing..women all over rural India don't have proper toilets to do morning ablutions..blooddy wot country I am living in...

Last week was the most hellish week I have had in da job. Bad motherfucking sheet it was..Died and was reborn again..7 days I put in for that fucking NFL to go on production and without Shilpi, Payal,Rameet's help would have been fucking unthinkable....Madnesss it was...reminded of me pre-launch days.

I have been having a good social life these past 2-3 weeks and my fucking bank balance is going bonkers..bastard raise diya aur yehi haal hota hai..But daru is good for soul and heart and I started running wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..O n O from me, enuf blathering today...

Hope weekend is good...:)

Monday, September 11, 2006

The Biology Of Numbers-
Jeffrey McDaniel

Once I dated a woman I only liked 43%.
So I only listened to 43% of what she said.
Only told the truth 43% of the time.
And only kissed with 43% of my lips.

Some say you can't quantify desire,
attaching a number to passion isn't right,
that the human heart doesn't work like that.
But for me it does-I walk down the street

and numbers appear on the foreheads
of the people I look at. In bars, it's worse.
With each drink, the numbers go up
until every woman in the joint has a blurry

eighty something above her eyebrows,
and the next day I can only remember 17%
of what actually happened. That's the problem
with booze-it screws with your math.

Saturday, September 09, 2006

If by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

That line about the unforgiving minute is so bootiful..I love eeet..Thank u Mitra :)

Monday, September 04, 2006

I am back with more MSN Entertainment....Shamita Shetty has hit the nail again with her wonderful remarks...some nuggets to interest my dear readers..

"Gimme a break. I'm being made to sound like this slut, hopping and skipping from one man to another when in fact I don't have a man in my life. How I wish at least one of these rumours were true."

And there is more...

Samita takes a deep breath,"I've no time for an affair, and certainly no patience with bing linked with one or the other man all the time."

That is bad copy and we should all spot the spelling mistake(s) in this last line. SB, you can do honours pls.....

You can read more @

Let's meet this week guys.....pls lets be doing dinner......:)

Thursday, August 24, 2006

I read this and was highly amused..people feel so much about sports...Sqwaaar drive for instance is hugggeee in India and everywhere else.. I am doing something called the NFL- National Football League and there is team called the Colts. On a Colts blog this is wot I found:
"It’s Hard to be a Colts Fan"
It’s really a nightmare. The team you root for is consistently one of the best teams in the league. They win over 10 games a year, sometimes 12, sometimes 14, and yet the ultimate goal seems so far away. It’s like an amazing orgasm that never reaches its climax. A big freaking tease is what it is.

Very very phunny I thought...Went out fr a drink with office types last nite and had 3 glasses of wine..nice it tired and feel like havent dont much work today which is probably true....nice eet ees..

Journey into office was a nitemare..First stuck in traffic for 30 mins..on a stretch that normally takes less than 5 mins...then rick goes of course take another one...2nd rick, bastard didn't have a license or permit so..he of course gets caught by pandu..get offa that rick and of course take the 3rd rick to Powai and finally land in office at the grand time of 12.15 pm...

Went out for lunch with Prankie at 1.15 pm and that was so niceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...Caught up on life and went to Yoko's!! Sizzler took so much time and people who came later than us got it before us and both of us feeling hungry as hell!
Today has been one of those days, think I should just go with the flow...

Puttar is going to give me a ride on his Machismo shit scared with the way things are going today he going to be caught and that is it..end of story happens for Puttar. Work work work...can life be about more sometimes??

Someone from work said she wants a man..I would like that too, and not just for the sex, although that is good..:) Lifeaseeeteees only

Friday, August 18, 2006

Saw wierd dream, got msg frm Dee at 5.20 am which I managed to read, am surprised by myself..
Even more interesting was what I saw on Vikhroli road and had to put it up..could not resist it at all.. It said
Capsule and Oil
For Man Only

Oh man, wot a freaking cool ad peoples......Wtf is this thing and how can anyone advertise for this like tht!! Exciting stuff I tell ya

Last nite I saw an amazing program on NatGeo called Emerging India...It featured Bombay and was so full of information about the Railways, the Sea Link project, the Metro project and they did all this whole 3-dimensional thing where they showed what was happening and how the project has been envisioned.

The Sea Link especially was an eye opener, how much engineering goes into building and how much thought goes into creation of something like that. Its simply astounding (sorry cannot stop using adjectives!) Pls to be seeing program if it comes back at any time..

I am going today for Nehoo's engagement..all dressed up and shit..yaarrgh..looking forward to it...:)

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

I love this new Blogger btw..Google is fuckng everywhere..monopoly happening..I think they need an antitrust suit thrown at them to stop them from taking over everything and anything..I love Google btw in case anyone is checking and reporting back to Sergei :)

Check what they had done when Joan Miro's birthday happened. If you don't know who that is, well do Google :)

So looking through MSN India, found another gem..

'Viveik's uncanny likeness to Johnny Depp'--- arrrggghgghgghhh......Man, lets go kill MSN India or spam them or something...U can read more on

Adios for today..

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Oh man, I have been sick and didn't go into work yesterday..Its a bad feeling when this happens..I am desperate to go to Panchgani and get away from city! I am hoping I am get alrt sooooon...I am better now and at work and I fought with my Mom yest so guess must be good! :)

I read Bips in Sunday TOI who said,"I can give John what his bike cannot!"..Man where do these women come from??? Some other planet I am sure! Wtf totally!!

Man is leaving, I am gng to be left alone, no company to go to CL, hang out in life, go fr drives..beetch I am gng to miss u like mad!! Big hug bastard and hope life works out fr u! :)

Friday, August 04, 2006

I had to put this up..Shamita Shetty and Kim Sharma had a catfite!! I love what Shamita has said -Quote: I'm not a cat. I don't indulge in cat-fights Unquote !!!

Please

She studied in Doc's school btw guys..and her sistah had crush on Doc's cuz whose now abroad! Wondrous stuff!! I tell ya...the week has been a beeetch man..I will be back writing abt those things I wanted to write abt!

Adios fr now...

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

I haven't written for days, weeks, years!! Overexaggeration as always but well u get the point...Me has been crazy bizzy for sometime..will be back when I need to be..:) Wot an inane thought! I want to write about so many things:
  • War in Israel- Lebanon
  • Work
  • Life
  • Man
  • Sistah's pharmacy thing
  • Monkey in da house
  • Omkara with Bips being so baddddddddddddd!!
Yes, there is a fucking monkey roaming around my colony and been entering my house, yes my kitchen for the past 2-3 days and that is insanely crazzzeee story but well its true..Madness man, need to call Forest dept to get someone to take it away will do needful as a dutiful daughter!

Brb I hope......:)