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 Reminiscing
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....
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...:)
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..:)
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.. ;)
"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
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
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 me..Hhaah..no 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...
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 me..Hhaah..no 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 pm..at 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
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
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
Woooohh
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
Everyday
Stealing time
Everyone's taking everything they can
Everything they can
Everyone's taking everything they can
Everything they can
Woooohh
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
'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
Woooohh
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
Everyday
Stealing time
Everyone's taking everything they can
Everything they can
Everyone's taking everything they can
Everything they can
Woooohh
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 things..no 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...
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.
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.
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...
(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...
Death...
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
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 this..so 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 up..so 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 indeeed..got 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!
http://www.businessweek.com/technology/content/oct2006/tc20061006_370657.htm?campaign_id=rss_daily
Adieu pour maintenant :)
One last one that I have been desperately trying to showcase...
http://today.reuters.com/news/articlenews.aspx?type=oddlyEnoughNews&storyid=2006-10-05T202919Z_01_N02266944_RTRUKOC_0_US-COLOMBIA-BREASTS.xml&src=rss
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.
Wot an exciting story no....I was dumbstruck and awestruck and simply amazed by people..tis madness
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, read....read....read...
The Future of Google- http://khajehnoori.com/uploaded_images/future-of-google-700027.jpg
Fucking amazing this is..
TimesMatri.com- 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??
Jeevansathi.com- http://www.jeevansathi.com/profile/matrimonial-667839S3.htm
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..:)
Fucking amazing this is..
TimesMatri.com- 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??
Jeevansathi.com- http://www.jeevansathi.com/profile/matrimonial-667839S3.htm
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 happen...so 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 ees..now 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....:)
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 ees..now 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
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 worse..like fucker, why am I doing this because I am in love with you..men 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 Man...total 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..
http://www.nokia.co.in/nokia/0,8764,66095,00.html
Adieu pour maintenant..how I feel today (below)..this fotu btw is purported to be a Mumbai skyline type fotu..where oh where can this be I wonder...
The ones who tell you before they sleep with you that boss this is nothing more than a fuck...they r worse..like fucker, why am I doing this because I am in love with you..men 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 Man...total 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..
http://www.nokia.co.in/nokia/0,8764,66095,00.html
Adieu pour maintenant..how 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
http://content.msn.co.in/Entertainment/Bollywood/Bollywood_Indiafm_290906_327.htm
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 read...it will change perspective on life..:)
SB is finally moving into her new place and hallelujah to that..Always believe movg is traumatic..new 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 years...it 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.....
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 read...it will change perspective on life..:)
SB is finally moving into her new place and hallelujah to that..Always believe movg is traumatic..new 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 years...it 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.....
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