a PSYCHO-lOgicAl conVersatIon

let me begin this by letting you people know that anusha happens to have a very bad habit of letting the computer running and doze off meanwhile........any effort to message her would definitely be found to be a complete waste of time

i now, endeavour to produce the entire conversation in its true form.....

me: let me guess
u arent going to reply
u just left the computer running
and u r busy elsewhere
anusha: hey
me: not bad
anusha: whts with ur nostrils
i always have trhe comp running
coz it is a mesed up old system tht takes forever to start
and i always come in late
me: just like the owner i guess
anusha: cant afford to start work late too

po da
me: so hows life da/
and yeah..OYE
anusha: one sec mom's call
and yeah life is good
me: cool
man..how loooooooong is ur 1 second?
Sent at 9:10 PM on Monday
me: poda
i hate girls
u r a girl
so i hate u

man, am i thinking smart today
maybe its cos i am talking to u
anusha: aah..wow..thts amazing logic
me: how come u thinking smart too
u havent been talking to me
u have been ignoring me for the past 7 min 37 secs
38
39
40
41
42
43
45
oops
44
45
46
47
48
i am bored
anusha: shud up
me: 49
anusha: u went offline
u are always bored
me: ok.gotta start aging
again
again
obviously........i dont have anyone
sniff
anusha: po da..
so hows work going..
btw wht time is it there
me: its nine thirty
anusha: hmmm..so how long do u work
regular 8 hr shift?
me: u busy?
where are u?
home?......work?
think i'll post something on the blog.........maybe abt u

so there......and so i conclude

KNOCK OUT

Need anything more be said?

One man's passion a Nations dreams, .... one man's folly and a Nation's pain?

Zizou the God....Zizou the heartbreaker



The end of an era

AINT OVER TILL THE GODS REST

ZIZU --chosen by Pele as the player of the decade ....the toast of this world cup



Henry the first --- the defence breaker...yup he caught roberto carlos sleeping




Vierra the Inspiration --- replaced Zidane in a game and showed why he shd a star



Barthez the savior ----- the penalty box is his...vetran..and feared..



Ribbery the struggler ---- untiring young deterrmined legs



FRANCE HAVE WON THE WORLD CUP REGARDLESS OF JULY 9

the world cup...the fever...the magic..the pain

Ok if you didn't know -- the World Cup is already over. A worldcup semifinal lineup with italy and france in it is nothing but a farce, a disgrace.
Dont bother watching it.

We all witnessed the final before the final - Argentina vs Germany.
It showed what this great game is all about - the beauty, the passion, the celebration -
argentina's one touch passing (simply wonderful), german resilience,grit,fearlessness, Pekerman's nervous blunder turning a game well and truly in his pocket, the fearless fighter in Ballack, the fist fight at the end - it was vintage 'world cup'.
The only sad part was the exit of Argentina :-(...favourites turned chokers!

Was part of an orkut community named '2006 Champions - Argentina', after the game friday night it was promptly renamed as '2010 Champions - Argentina'
-- as they say the hope will live on.

and all this talk about - they play the best football, they peaked too early, they are a bunch of old men, they are unplayable - its all bullcrap - there is only one winner at the end of it all and they are all that matter.


this man above has been, for me the symbol of this world cup -
skill, grit, determination and instinct.
Thank the lord he's playing for Chelsea next season :)

A Sea Of Stories

As a writer aspiring to be published i have decided to maintain a blog to chronicle my journey towards getting published. This blog will in addition house a few of my sample pieces of writing and my opinions about the books that I read.

I'll rant and rave there, I'll brood and rejoice there. Keep reading regularly and post your comments and opinions.

The 5 Questions Most Feared by Men

had to post something!! so here goes a collection! a bit modified

The 5 Questions Most Feared by Men

1. What are you thinking about? 2. Do you love me? 3. Do I look fat in this? 4. Do you think she is prettier than me? 5. What would you do if I died?

What makes these questions so difficult is that every one is guaranteed to explode into a major argument if the man answers incorrectly (i.e., tells the truth). Therefore, as a public service, each question is analyzed below, along with possible responses.

Question # 1: What are you thinking about? The proper answer to this, of course, is: " I'm sorry if I've been pensive, dear. I was just reflecting on what a warm, wonderful, thoughtful, caring, intelligent woman you are, and how lucky I am to have met you."
This response obviously bears no resemblance to the true answer, which most likely is one of the following: a. Football. b. Golf. c. How fat you are. d. How much prettier she is than you e. How I would spend the insurance money if you died.
Perhaps the best response to this question was offered by some Shah, who once told some Remya, "If I wanted you to know what I was thinking, I would be talking to you!"

Question # 2: Do you love me? The proper response is: "YES!" or, if you feel a more detailed answer is in order, "Yes, dear."
Inappropriate responses include our style:
anarchist- Oh Yeah, shit-loads !
vineet- Would it make you feel better if I said yes? (and can have the wine now? atleast)
some sage in himalayas- That depends on what you mean by love.
tempester- Does it matter?(can v go to bed now?)
madcap - Who, me? yeah sure.. anything...


Question # 3: Do I look fat? The correct answer is an emphatic: "Of course not!"
Incorrect answers are:
sage- Compared to what?
madcap- I wouldn't call you fat, but you're not exactly thin.
portwine vineet- A little extra weight looks good on you.
shah o Blah- I've seen fatter.(been fatter!!)
anarchist- Sorry what did you say? I was just thinking about how I would spend the insurance money if you died.

Question # 4: Do you think she's prettier than me? Once again, the proper response is an emphatic: "Of course not!"
Incorrect responses from us would include:
Port vin- Yes, but you have a better personality.
tempester- Not prettier, but definitely thinner .
anarchist- Not as pretty as you when you were her age.
sage- first of all - Define pretty!!


Question # 5: What would you do if I died? A definite no-win question.(The real answer, of course, is "Buy a Lotus and a Boat"). No matter how you answer this, be prepared for at least an hour of follow-up questions, usually along the these lines: ( a case in point would be mr.madcap)
WOMAN: Would you get married again?
madcap: Definitely not! (Yeeeaaaaaah right!!)
WOMAN: Why not - don't you like being married?
madcap: Of course I do. ( other gals feel safe with me:-) !! )
WOMAN: Then why wouldn't you remarry?
madcap: Okay, I'd get married again. (if u insist .. )
WOMAN: You would? (with a hurtful look on her face)(dam her for that!!)
madcap: (makes audible groan)
WOMAN: Would you sleep with her in our bed?
madcap: Where else would we sleep? ( ive got ideas! - public train, my friends car, etc ) (we know him right?)
WOMAN: Would you put away my pictures, and replace them with pictures of her?
madcap: That would seem like the proper thing to do. ( yeah with those hidden ones on the comp)
WOMAN: And would you let her use my golf clubs?
madcap: She can't use them; she's left-handed. (oooooops!!)
WOMAN: - - - silence - - -
madcap: Sh&%.

Not the last

She looked good, infact she looked great! She had her hair neatly made up. She looked like an angel, she was all i had my eyes for. The walk she walked, and the smile she smiled, I was slipping and sliding in my tracks, I was walking to keep pace with her, I was stopping to avoid catching up with her. I was awed by her, I was frightened of her. She was sitting by the water-drained swimming pool, looking into the pool, if it had held water the pool would have reflected her beautiful face, enabling me to stay behind her and yet catch a glimpse of her, but now i had to take the chance. I did not know what was getting to me, but this was amazing, i was dying to get a glance at her but petrified of getting one from her. Such courage had never come over me, i walked right up there and sat beside her. She smiled at me, god! heaven! what a face! what eyes! she looked at the others and what they were doing, and quite suddenly she said "Lets dance" and yes, we danced, ball dancing in an empty swimming pool. In no time we were in love.

That was in LKG, we lasted till UKG, after which we had to part, higher studies had beckoned me. First love. And by no means the last.

Prologue: 18 School Road..

Akash stood in front of the huge building and looked at the enormous
structure. It was hard to believe that here he would have his
victory. People moved in quickly, not bothering to realize the
significance of the moment, but ofcourse! they were also in a hurry to catch
their seats.

He was in no hurry, in fact he was trying to savour the taste of
his achievement. To any other person just appreciating such an effort would
have seemed enough, but such ordinary souls can never know the true
pleasure of achievement.

Inside - the whole stadium was jam packed, every square inch seemed
occupied. But Akash was not worrying about his seat; he had one
on the dias. He was 36 but felt more like 50, the receeding hairline
and the slight wrinkles on his face bore witness to the hours that he
had put into his work, the days he had spent immersed in duty and the nights he had spent denying his begging eyes the pleasure of sleep; And now finally he had something to show for
it.

On the stage, he was the youngest of the dignitaries, but had he not
seen more than them all? Looking at the vast gathering, stirred in him
a sense of loneliness that he had cultivated within, his spirits were
questioning him. There was turmoil in his mind, his decisions were
haunting him.

Had he been right in his decisions?

Had he acted too soon?

The battle with these questions had been raging ever since that fatal day. The day the earth shuddered and the ocean sneezed.

The tsunami had destroyed every thing in its path, shores, buildings,
resorts, fishing communities, and lives. The mere ripple in the mighty
ocean had snuffed out the faith from pious souls and put the fear of god into the hearts of the faithless. People's lives had been turned upside down. Souls had repented in agony when their loved ones met the sea on land. It had taken only a
moment to impact millions of lives. It would take lifetimes to undo that moment.
A lakh and a half had lost their lives and it left more suffering from starvation
and disease. It has been 15 years since, but homes and eyes weep even
today.

After the guests had spoken flattering words in his honor, they moved down towards their special seats. When he settled down in his seat he began looking around for
her, ofcourse she had to be there somewhere. Just then he saw Sunitha
and their eyes met. She came upto him, with her ever comforting smile
and ease of character she slipped her palm into his.

"Its been a long time" she said, "Yes, and good of you to come". As he
looked at her, he realized that she looked a lot younger than him.
"looks as if you never started aging, secret magic potion uh?" he asked.
Was she smiling now or blushing?

He was about to ask her about her family when someone came up behind
her. "This is my husband Kabir, and Kabir, this is Akash", Sunitha made the introductions, they shook hands. "I am proud that my wife knows you" said Kabir
"It is nice of you to have come" Akash added. Just then the announcement began, Sunitha and Kabir congratulated Akash again and headed off to their seats.

As he watched Sunitha and her husband head to their seats, he caught
sight of a dupatta- lo! she had chosen that color,
a bracelet- he knew the shop where it came from
a face- yes, he had been in love once ...
and his mind flew, across years and events and time ...now he could hardly hear the thousands in the crowd chant a name, the music began, the crowds went wild.
The stage was set but Akash slowly flew back to ...

to a time when the road were playfields, to an age when eyelashes fluttered to break hearts, to a place called 18 school road...where it all really began.
--

Before the monsoons came

In cochin, lakes around us, trees bathing in the perennial rain, the smell of puttu and meen curry, the silent cooing of a bird hidden by the glorious view, the rising sun, us guys and a life.


The rains hadnt arrived yet, it was may after all, and yet it poured; not the rain that brings the gods, but the rain that wets, entices and receeds. It wasnt monsoon yet, but we feared that rain may come and spoil our week long vacation. It hinted so at the very outset, the first morning was spent indoors, five young guys watching a romantic comedy, those were the 'anything goes' days. We werent prejudiced against a kind of cinema, or genre of books - hell we went and sat among cheering kids to watch harry potter meet a prisoner from god knows where. We had'nt met the monsoon yet.

A ferry ride to the other side of the city, gliding through the waters that made room for the huge container ships and the rain drenched fishermen. We were just spectators, the skyline of the port city was performing, the unmoving beauty moving hearts. A walk on the shores of the sea, on the edges of a great nation, sea clammering against the man made wall, trying hard to claim a piece of the beauty we stood on. A shimmering glimmering sun preparing to drown on the far side of the ocean. We stood mesmerised, virgin men who had'nt met the monsoon yet.

A drive to the lake paradise called Alleppey, a king's feast in a loving home to celebrate the birthday of a boy we knew for just that one day. A hearty burp.

A rented boat, five friends, two hours of solitude. Crushes were disclosed, stories were shared, tomorow will be a struggle, today was magic. Birds in the sky, fish in the river, smiling boys who had'nt met the monsoon yet.

That trip ended in hugs, And Something else ended too. For as soon as we left the monsoon came. It was bound to catch up with us. After all Indian trains are known to be slow.

10 b' memories...

(phone call)
ham - hey how about group study ure place da...
me - wokay!! i like the idea (grinning and telling myself - last time shanky, mama and I had a group study we broke the table fan - lets see where we can get this time)


(2 hrs and a shower later - ham arrives)

After casual conversation with mum we head to the room...

me - so wht today da...?
ham - u like her right?
me - sachin man - amazing - u saw the game yday?

(meanwhile phone rings - arvind on the line)

arvind - saw the game yday dude? sachin awesome man !!! where's the cd u promised da - cricket 97
me - sachin - god da!! cd tomorrow da - still playing. ok dude bye!

----
me - so wht did we say we're going to do?
ham - u like her right?
me - er...hmmm... (smile)
ham - (grinning) i knew it - i knew it!!! u like her right?
me - no da.. srk sucks man!
ham - call her da.
me - what? er...noo!
ham - lets call her da!
me - u call...(now really interested)
ham - miss call?
me - no da .. u talk - we'll say sthing!
ham - ok number de
me - **********

(its ringing)
ham - shhhh!! chup kar na
(her mum picks up)

ham - hello (meekly)
aunty - hello who is this?
ham - can I speak to $#$#?
aunty - who is this?
ham - (looks at me, appearing very shaky and finally replies) Arjun maybe!
aunty -er? ok ok - she is studying...cant speak now. Call later.

(ham hangs up)
ham - phew! saala bach gaya :-)
me - bata na ! bata na! kya hua...
ham - nothing yaar... told her i'm arjun (chuckles)
me - why do you have to mess things up da?
ham - u like her right?
me - $%$%#^$%&%^&

Ashy Express

Some conversations are forever....they stay in your memories and they symbolize the kind of ppl we r and the relationship we share...

so here r some pearls..

11th std starting
Ham: why the hell did u go propose to that girl??
Ashy: Cuz u like her...

11th std ending

Ham: I told her i love her
Ashy: And....
Ham: She clued me into what she feels
Ashy: ??
Ham: She said she wont tell me untill she tells, but when she does it will be affirmative...
Ashy: smart girl..

12th std

Ham: She saw u in those glasses and thought u looked particularly horny
Ashy: uh?
Ham: Apparently she thinks horny means funny.
Ashy: Hmm...sighhh..


College 1st yr
Ashy: (emotional) i love her god dammit!
Ham: what about charu?
Ashy: her too..
Ham: what about ...
Ashy: fuck you!

College 2nd yr
Ham: She introduced me to her dad..
Ashy: As what?
ham: A good, close friend (beaming)
Ashy: So you screwed it up again..

College 3rd yr
Ashy: I had tea in her place
Ham: ok..?
Ashy: I am almost there...
Ham: yeah...almost..

College final year

Ashy: It has to be special to last 2 years...
Ham: In which time you met her 3 times .....a total of 45 mins...
Ashy: She runs a buisness in Mauritius...he dad has numerous companies...uncle owns satyam theatres....bla ..bla..
Ham: Well, its special as hell...can we get nightshow tickets?

Come back da....miss ya a lot

writing my soul to the devil

Being a Brahmin is no big deal

The only problem occurs when you can’t decide the type…….

IYER, I believe is cool.
But not as cool as IYENGAR….

Well, of course, being an Iyengar would mean cutting down on eggs

AN EGG FOR THE SAKE OF LOVE!!!!

A statement enough to make chickens turn in their Grill….I mean Grave

Now, what the heck is this BRAHMIN thing about?………

Just ESHITA

Ok, my current crush might make one to stop and wonder about the status of the previous one….Sandhya

Sandhya……I love from the bottom of my heart

But Eshita, a Brahmin,….from top, bottom, front, back, left, right and center

What surprises me, however, is the fact that OUR Gang is filled with “Rhyming Pairs”

Avi n Palli…

Hams n Rams…

Ashy n Eshy…..

Vinni n Kavi……

Amby n………..Bomby?!……hmmmm, interesting

Anyways, guess Amby and my Mom are nowhere around as of now……….SAFE!!!

Signing off,

Ashok Krishnan
(MADCAP)

Phir wahi baat.

By god! It is the answer to all our problems. The more you think about it, the more lucid the logic becomes. Imagine having caste-differentiated traffic lanes and multi colored bogies on the locals, OBC red, ST green, SC blue, MBC purple and OC yellow. No more jostling on the bus for seats, they are reserved!
You are MBC and you have a heart attack, why an MBC doctor will be there to treat you first. The doctor has been nurtured for this very moment by good old VP Singh. Matrimonials already help boost national dissection (as opposed to integration?). Let's make babies that are assured a seat in IIT.
Imagine reserving every one in two seats, every where, barbers' shops, bus stops, even movie theatres (yes, pay less if you produce your caste certificate).
Come to think about it, this kind of discrimination irked the hell out of us when the 'white skins' did it to us. I wonder why. It makes so much sense! White here, brown there. Backward aage, forward peeche. Just imagine getting an auto-upgrade on Indian flights with your caste certificate. The future is looking good!
The best thing that reservation ever did was to make the 'geniuses' from IIT and IIM mix with the 'local college wale'. Rang de basanti! Jai bharat mata di!
Tere ko reservation se problem hai kya?

WE rocked!!....IT sucked!!

Cricket after ages....we had lost our form.....but class as they say is permanent...so we showed the school kids watching us how to play some good old gentleman's game...actually the fact that they were waiting for us to clear the ground is infact an insignificant fact.....we rocked!!....

Arvind with his ricky po****** kind of stroke play was in his element....Avi with his bowling was mindblowing ...he bowled righ fast, right medium, right leg spin, right off spin, left (ditto)...Me the good old sehwag blindness...ball dissappearing...into the grand stands....we rocked!!.....

Every muscle in the body said dont .....but our lion hearted ....welll ...hearts kept us going....we fell down in exhaustion .....but got back to play one last time....


the moments in which an energy drained arvind ran 40 yards to take a blinding catch will be etched in our memories




...the sight of a tired avi running in to bowl the ball of his life...will inspire those dumb kids on the boundary line all their lives..



As i took guard for the last time that evening and perished trying to clear the boundary one more time...i went down convinced that i had given it my all...we all had...we rocked!!...



Later we saw 36 china town.....it sucked!!...

THURSDAY NIGHT FEVER

PARENTAL GUIDANCE – NO SHIT !!

DUBAI = FRIDAY HOLIDAY

Thursday night found me in a DANCE BAR

Three Beers, Seven Cigarettes, Five scantily clad dancing girls and I’m still SOBER?!

GOD, WHAT’S HAPPENING TO ME????!!!!

Boozing, of course, reminded me of the DUDESS and her skill at throwing PEANUTS

SORRY DUDESS!!!!

3 AM Rendezvous with a HOOKAh finally did the work

OUTCOME?!…

Q. WHAT WOULD YOU CALL NISHAD’S TOILET?

A. BATTLEFIELD!


Q. WHAT WOULD YOU CALL NISHAD AFTER A COMPLETE MEAL OF CHICKEN BIRYANI?

A. RDX



5 AM. HOME. GOOD NIGHT !

Wake up!

Its called 'realizing'-- it happens to all the people all the time. It can make things clear, crystal clear! all of a sudden one morning you wake up and realize that its not the way it was yesterday-this life. You wake up to the reality of it all, understand that life is all about living, its all about going on. Today you are where you are, in a few days you are gone, somewhere else, as someone else.

A differet role, a different life, you dont want those memories anymore, you dont want that self anymore. You want to be what you want to be, you want to be different. It can happen, happens all the time to all the people. You just have to wake up one morning to the realization that your life is yours to live, yours to breathe, yours to celebrate.

You can dream for an eternity of what wasnt and what couldnt be, but that is living in made up reality, you need to learn the art of moving on, you need to master the skill of forgetting, they are life saving skill sets.

Open your eyes, tell yourself you are not that anymore, not that, that was yesterday. Today you are what you are, a far cry from yesterday.

Alvida!

Arre, O, Mumbai, apun ko tujhse anth me pyaar ho gaya. Tu dikhne me khaas nahin hai, tera dil bilkul kaala hai, bilkul apun ke jaise, hai na? Phir bhi tera mera janam janam ka rishta hoga, kya?
It must be magic, because to miss living in a city that is a swirling eddy of taxis, garbage, history and people (god, the people), I must be insane. But after one mouthful of zunka-bhakar and a couple of rides in those crazy locals, I can't think of living anywhere else (except Auroville). It is so easy to get sentimental, yahan rehna matlab filmy ho jaana. Arre, teen maheeno me maine dus baras ki kahaniyaan ikhatee kar liye hain. I think I will even miss the Sheraton.
All that beer and the casual dating, art fart film premieres and malling, damn just listen to me, I am going soft!
I haven't bumped into the Bachchan baby as yet. (as yet.) I even had rasam rice and aloo curry for six hundred bucks but all and all I have had a lovely time, thank you.
And when I do fly out of the country, like I should (my Indian visa says that this foreigner has been granted permission to stay for a stipulated period of time), my final glimpse of India will be Mumbai. Like it should. Sigh. Alvida meri jaan!

early to bed, early to rise... makes you!

9 o' clock in the morning can get so lonely in office. Nobody around - specially in a place as lazy as hyderabad where ppl have lunch at 3 in the afternoon and believe me u - dinners going upto 2 in the night!


So I was saying, my routine and work ethics have quite transformed in the last couple of weeks -
I sleep early, wake up early, makecoffee, read the early morning paper, get ready, get some breakfast and get to work.

I think this is all to do with growing up - you learn to gather what's good for you and what's not - (now stop pointing that revolver at me, Arvind!)

Its all about being a Good Boy and realizing your inner self. Period.

ok i admit writing the above was difficult!

Rendezvous with 'Ham'i Gundewal

Aj hum ek safar pe jaane waale hain...ek alag sa safar...mumbai ke galiyon se lekar dubai ki shaan tak...dhandhagiri se shuru karke...goli-bandook ko paar karke...laal diaryiyon ka pichvade dikhake...ab edon ka eda banke bait rahen hain in dono..."kuch bolo mat nahin tho maa-behen ek kar doonga saala" yahin inka mantra ban gaya hai...aur in sab ko aapke paas laane ki bhaagya mujhe...Hami Gundewal ko mili hai...

Hami: Tho aaj aap edon ki eda bane hai...tum logon ko kaisa mehsoos ho raha hai?
"V": sarkar bol saale kameene -- respect dikha!!!
"A": bol bachchan band kar...nahi to airport se nikalte hi thok dunga saale pata hi nahi padega kaun kya kiya

Hami: (Airport...aiport kahan se aa gaya...humto chai shop mein beithe hain)...are main to apke baare me acha hi toh bola?
"A": abe saale!!!! ek baar bolna kaafi nahi hai kya!!!!(raises revolver)
"V": abe "A" chup kar yaar...woh humko edon ki eda bol raha hai...matlab janta hai?
"A": bolna padta hai saale...
"V": kyun?
"A": kyunki main "A" hoon saale...
"V": chuth!...main bhi to "V" hoon to kya hua...edon ka eda matlab hum mast aadmi hain sumjha..

Hami: Haan to ab bataiye...
"V": Edon ka Eda tho hume dar see pukar rahe hain...
"A": Force ka aadmi hun...laal diary mein itna entry kar diya ki ab laal diary nahi balki laal extra large 300 pages notebook chahiye...
"V": gaandu...tu force ka admi nahi re...underworld ka aadmi hai...
"A": are haan be..."Force ka aadmi NAHIN hun...laal diary mein itna entry kar diya ki ab laal diary nahi balki laal extra large 300 pages notebook chahiye..."
"V": chutiya saala...agar force mein nahi ho tho laal diary ke saath kya karoge?
"A": abe haan yaar..."V" bhahut dimag hai yaar tumko....abe "Hami" saale sun lo aakhri baar bol raha hoon..."Force ka aadmi NAHIN hun...laal diary mein itna entry NAHIN kar diya ki ab laal diary nahi balki laal extra large 300 pages notebook NAHIN chahiye..."
"V": Mast yaar...ab tune sachmuch dikha diya "V" aur "A" milen tho kya ho sakta hai...

Hami: Deadly combination hai saab..tum logon ka...
"A": Jai aur Viru ke baad "V" aur "A" ko thokne ke liya koi saala paida he nahin hua...
"V": "Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting...Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting...Thodi si Dhool Meri Dharti ki mere vatan ki..."
"A": Abe saale ab tumko kya ho gaya...rang de basanti ka gana kyun ga raha hai...
"V": Oye...Jai aur Veeru ke baare me bolne par mujhe "Basanti" ki yaad aa gayi yaaar....Oye..."Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting"
"A": Abe hum gangster hai yaar...
"V": Oh haan re..."abe saaala thok dunga tumhe...saale...maa-behen ko kar doonga"...
"A": Abe dialogue change karna yaar...bore ho gaya wohi dialogue sun sun ke...
"V": Tho yeh kaisa hai yaar "abe maa-behen thok dunga...saaale...tumhe kar doonga"
"A": Oye achcha hai...par maa-behen ko hum kyun thoken?...aur "tumhe kar doonga"? kya karenge?
"V": Jo bhi re...

Tea Master: Abe gandu log...kitna gilas tea piyenge re...chootiyon...pehle account settle karo...
"A" & "V": "abe maa-behen thok dunga...saaale...tumhe kar doonga"...
Tea Master: Saale mujh par hi dikh rahe hai kya...agar aur bola to garam pani phenk doonga aur tum logon ko tumhari mooh hi pehchan nahi hogi...
"A" & "V": "Ji Huzoor!!! Jo aap bole"

Hami: Saale dono edon ka eda nahi par choothiyon ka chutiya hai
"A" & "V": "abe maa-behen .....
Hami: chup saale varna mein tun logon ko thok dunga...

TO BE CONTINUED...

camp david!

folks let me introduce you all to a magic mansion :-)

this is not your American 'presidentil retreat' where the likes of Bush and other weirdo junkies have been flaunting themselves tirelessly...

The camp I mention here is a cardboard shop located somewhere beside Yeses in the middle of Anna Ngr.

One fine evening, (on our way to Krati's place -- yes this was before we were to hear the words that inspired this blog 'what joy')... 4-5 years ago, I was taken by Ashfaq (once named 'fuck face' by the now 'notorious' bomby) to a world - 'nirvana' - that I had never ever known of before.

"A world where silence is peace, white smoke is bliss and rings can never be hollow"

It was the world of Davidoff cigarettes where all you ever needed to do, is take that long slender cigarette next to your middle finger, raise it a bit and then a bit more until they touch your lips, turn your head to the side, smoke and attain eternity.

The shop owner in his old white shirt and colourful lungi looked like our messiah at the doorstep, welcoming us to paradise.


5 years and 5 days since, here we are - the world exists, our lives still placid but things having moved on, I have 'almost' quit smoking and Ashfaq graduating to Irani hookah - there is one doubt, one concern that haunts me - Have we forgotten the past? Have we behaved like strangers disguised as stuntmen? Are we the same today or will we ever be after that evening 'the twilight of sanctity'?

I think its time to light up once again -- ignite the white symbol of freedom. Its now or never brother!

Welcome everybody to 'Camp David'-- welcome to paradise! ... your fate is now in your hands.