I'M GOIN' HOME
Just finished with watching "finding neverland". A very simple dreamy movie. at the climax , when tears fill the little boy's wide n clear hazel eyes and slide delicately down his fair and pristine cheeks,Death of his mother it was.
Death is a painful thing. Not the pain of the body. But the pain of seperation. Of not feeling the person around you anymore. Of missing the moments that you spent together.. of the thought of not being able to hear the persons voice anymore . If you’ve lost someone you love, you’ll know what it is. If you’ve never lost someone you love.. you’ll have no idea what Im talking about.
I know that death is not a pleasant thing. But just if we remember that it is there , waiting for of all of us,life can be more sincerely lived.Just remember that at the twilight,you will just have the moments made of these emotions and feelings to savour. nothing concrete. no money. no cars. no houses. no businesses run .no empires built.just these little moments.so we must be good.
a fast brain u may do without. but have a beautiful heart. People wont remember the money u got , but how you made them feel.
And the good news is that this thing called life has lately been, not exactly as horrible as listening to my neighbours Love songs. Yeah she still listens to them at 2 & 3 in the morning.
And I am going home.
The day has finally dawned and those three hours in the sky would carry me from a world of deadlines, assignments, and submissions to one of my parents smiles and my crazy buddies. A kinda hole in the heart remains when I am away from home.And the most painful part is when in the end of May ,I will haul my travel bag on my shoulder and look back and wave to them at the departure lounge of the Goa airport.Thats life,I think.
So people , thats very much it.Pray that a girl sits besides me on the flight and if u got time , ask god to make it a pretty , single and "telephone-number-exchanging" girl.
That’s for now.. you’ll hear from me in a day or too.
April 27, 2006
April 26, 2006
NOTHING BUT DISGUST
Yesterday I stopped to get something for dinner at the big food court in Deira City Centre. Two guys were sitting there eating their burger and fries with nothing to say to each other. One was a small, weaselly looking fellow, and the other was an older, crotchety looking man. After saying nothing and just eating their food for a while, the smaller guy abruptly said, "You know who used to hump ……?" …..I never found out who used to hump whom because my brain got stuck on the word "hump". Who actually uses that word when talking about sex? “HUMP” The only time it's ever used is when talking about bunny rabbits, or people who have lots of sex like bunny rabbits, or in the case of dogs having relations with a human leg.
"Dude, how was your date last night?"
"Pretty good."
"Oh yeah? Ya get humped?"
"Mary, how is your boyfriend?
"He's great. He humps me so good."
The way they went about with their conversation on 'Humps' was pretty disgusting.. cos i hate small talk... Dude if you know someone who did something with someone else. dont tell someone else what someone did with someone !!
so i guess I'll talk about something a little more disgusting...
I'll just talk about vomit.
The other day I saw pigeons eating vomit that was left on the sidewalk by someone. The ill person who couldn't make it to a bathroom in time must have had some vegetable soup before they got sick because the pigeons were gnawing on some carrots. It was pretty nasty looking, but I think that despite the fact that it was encrusted in vomit, that carrot was probably the healthiest thing a pigeon could find on a City street. This person who threw up... they couldn't make it to a bathroom, which is fine, because it's almost impossible to find a place that will let you use their restroom in the city, but they didn't even have the courtesy to puke in the street or next to a wall.
Apart from that There is something really amusing about people who vomit in the dark Alley’s behind garbage bins. It really can knock your self confidence down a few pegs. Even the rats stop to look at you, like, "Dude, that's fucking nasty." The best part about alley Vomiters is that they were usually out for a big night on the town, but now their night has culminated in expunging 400 AED worth of liquor, a piece of 3:00 in the morning pizza, and bile over the alley.
OK ...I'm done with vomit for now. Before I get sick myself..
Yesterday I stopped to get something for dinner at the big food court in Deira City Centre. Two guys were sitting there eating their burger and fries with nothing to say to each other. One was a small, weaselly looking fellow, and the other was an older, crotchety looking man. After saying nothing and just eating their food for a while, the smaller guy abruptly said, "You know who used to hump ……?" …..I never found out who used to hump whom because my brain got stuck on the word "hump". Who actually uses that word when talking about sex? “HUMP” The only time it's ever used is when talking about bunny rabbits, or people who have lots of sex like bunny rabbits, or in the case of dogs having relations with a human leg.
"Dude, how was your date last night?"
"Pretty good."
"Oh yeah? Ya get humped?"
"Mary, how is your boyfriend?
"He's great. He humps me so good."
The way they went about with their conversation on 'Humps' was pretty disgusting.. cos i hate small talk... Dude if you know someone who did something with someone else. dont tell someone else what someone did with someone !!
so i guess I'll talk about something a little more disgusting...
I'll just talk about vomit.
The other day I saw pigeons eating vomit that was left on the sidewalk by someone. The ill person who couldn't make it to a bathroom in time must have had some vegetable soup before they got sick because the pigeons were gnawing on some carrots. It was pretty nasty looking, but I think that despite the fact that it was encrusted in vomit, that carrot was probably the healthiest thing a pigeon could find on a City street. This person who threw up... they couldn't make it to a bathroom, which is fine, because it's almost impossible to find a place that will let you use their restroom in the city, but they didn't even have the courtesy to puke in the street or next to a wall.
Apart from that There is something really amusing about people who vomit in the dark Alley’s behind garbage bins. It really can knock your self confidence down a few pegs. Even the rats stop to look at you, like, "Dude, that's fucking nasty." The best part about alley Vomiters is that they were usually out for a big night on the town, but now their night has culminated in expunging 400 AED worth of liquor, a piece of 3:00 in the morning pizza, and bile over the alley.
OK ...I'm done with vomit for now. Before I get sick myself..
April 25, 2006
BAD RELATIONSHIPS & BURNING DESIRES
A good way to people watch without actually watching people is through online personals. There's a pretty good spectrum of folk on there. The pictures people put up are also sometimes very interesting. I once saw a girl with a photo of her in a wedding dress. She said “The marriage was a disaster! "
Are you telling me that you have no better photos than of one from your failed wedding day?! Isn't there one of you at your gynecologist, perhaps? Maybe you have one of when you got issued that restraining order. One of you at the park with your 11 year old daughter? How about a publicity photo from when you were on the Dr. Phil’s show -- "I Ain't Your Baby's Daddy; Paternity Tests Revealed."
Speaking of relationships..I heard someone on TV last night describe their relationship with someone as a roller coaster -- lots of ups and downs. This is a bad metaphor. On a roller coaster, the downs are the parts that are the most fun, which is not true in a relationship. The ups, while not bad on a roller coaster can't compare to the downs. And of course, the ups in a relationship are the best. Because of this shoddy cliché, if you ever say to me that your relationship is like a roller coaster, I will assume the following.
-- You had to wait in line for 30 minutes to get on your relationship.
-- People were throwing-up all over you.
-- When you went upside down, wrong things fell off your pocket.
-- You put your arms up and screamed everytime you went down.
When it was over, you were either incredibly happy, or you got a little nauseous (which is really the only thing roller coasters and relationships have in common).
People in relationships many a times even set themselves on fire speaking of which, when I was a kid, I had an infatuation with fire. I think it was a fairly healthy obsession. I could stare at a candle forever. Boys like fire. It's natural. I wanted to be a fireman. I didn't set fire to cats or anything destructive.
One time I was left home by myself. It was raining outside and very cold in the house and I thought I'd pretend to be a grown-up and start a fire in our wood burning stove in the kitchen. Bad idea. One of the main things my mother would always say before leaving the house was, "Don't touch the fireplace or play with fire." Whatever, man !
So as a child, I know that paper, dead leaves and wood are good at burning. I throw some logs in there and some newspaper. The newspaper burns out, and the wood? Nothing. Didn't catch. Solution? More newspaper!
So I pile in the newspaper and sure enough, one big flaming piece comes flying out onto the floor. Now, I freak out thinking that the paper will hit the table cloths and go up in flames. What do I do? The smart option would have been to use the poker thing and shove it under the stove or try and get it back in the stove and let it burn itself out. But as a mildly retarded eleven year old, I pick up the burning sports section and run like hell. Brilliant!
So I run to the nearest exit with the paper held high above my head. The problem with the nearest exit was that there were clothes kept to do the laundry. So now, not only am I running with burning ash flying all over the place, I'm running through the most flammable room in the house. I get to the door, open it up, and throw the paper into the rain. OK. Crisis averted. So I calm down and head back into the house, with a pretty nice burn on my hand. Nothing too bad, I run some cold water over it, then realize I've got some cleaning up to do.
I go back into the kitchen and find all the ash. Luckily, nothing was burned. I put out what was still burning in the fireplace. I triple check my torch run to glory for any remaining ash. If my mom or dad find any evidence of this, I'll be a dead man.
OK, house looks good. no evidence of this anywhere. Sweet. I'm going to get away with it. My parents get home later that evening, and the first thing my mom says is, "What's that smell? Were you making a fire?"
"Wha? No, God no. I would never disobey you dear mother! For, I merely lit a candle to soothe my senses whilst reading Goofus and Gallant!"
Sweet, she bought it! I'm in the zone! If only she knew, a mere two hours ago, I was very close to burning our humble abode to a pile of embers. An hour or so later, the entire family is eating dinner. My mother asks, "What's in your hair?"
"Huh?"
"There's something in your hair."
"No there's not."
"Yes there is. It's white!"
Mom comes in for a closer inspection. "It's singed! You singed your hair! You did try to start a fire!"
Indeed I did. And it was then I learned that no matter what I do, no matter how much I try to cover it up, my mom will always find out.
moms find out. Don't know how, but they find out. I believe that day was the last time I wanted to be a fireman. After that, I wanted to be a monkey. I've always wanted to be a monkey.
A good way to people watch without actually watching people is through online personals. There's a pretty good spectrum of folk on there. The pictures people put up are also sometimes very interesting. I once saw a girl with a photo of her in a wedding dress. She said “The marriage was a disaster! "
Are you telling me that you have no better photos than of one from your failed wedding day?! Isn't there one of you at your gynecologist, perhaps? Maybe you have one of when you got issued that restraining order. One of you at the park with your 11 year old daughter? How about a publicity photo from when you were on the Dr. Phil’s show -- "I Ain't Your Baby's Daddy; Paternity Tests Revealed."
Speaking of relationships..I heard someone on TV last night describe their relationship with someone as a roller coaster -- lots of ups and downs. This is a bad metaphor. On a roller coaster, the downs are the parts that are the most fun, which is not true in a relationship. The ups, while not bad on a roller coaster can't compare to the downs. And of course, the ups in a relationship are the best. Because of this shoddy cliché, if you ever say to me that your relationship is like a roller coaster, I will assume the following.
-- You had to wait in line for 30 minutes to get on your relationship.
-- People were throwing-up all over you.
-- When you went upside down, wrong things fell off your pocket.
-- You put your arms up and screamed everytime you went down.
When it was over, you were either incredibly happy, or you got a little nauseous (which is really the only thing roller coasters and relationships have in common).
People in relationships many a times even set themselves on fire speaking of which, when I was a kid, I had an infatuation with fire. I think it was a fairly healthy obsession. I could stare at a candle forever. Boys like fire. It's natural. I wanted to be a fireman. I didn't set fire to cats or anything destructive.
One time I was left home by myself. It was raining outside and very cold in the house and I thought I'd pretend to be a grown-up and start a fire in our wood burning stove in the kitchen. Bad idea. One of the main things my mother would always say before leaving the house was, "Don't touch the fireplace or play with fire." Whatever, man !
So as a child, I know that paper, dead leaves and wood are good at burning. I throw some logs in there and some newspaper. The newspaper burns out, and the wood? Nothing. Didn't catch. Solution? More newspaper!
So I pile in the newspaper and sure enough, one big flaming piece comes flying out onto the floor. Now, I freak out thinking that the paper will hit the table cloths and go up in flames. What do I do? The smart option would have been to use the poker thing and shove it under the stove or try and get it back in the stove and let it burn itself out. But as a mildly retarded eleven year old, I pick up the burning sports section and run like hell. Brilliant!
So I run to the nearest exit with the paper held high above my head. The problem with the nearest exit was that there were clothes kept to do the laundry. So now, not only am I running with burning ash flying all over the place, I'm running through the most flammable room in the house. I get to the door, open it up, and throw the paper into the rain. OK. Crisis averted. So I calm down and head back into the house, with a pretty nice burn on my hand. Nothing too bad, I run some cold water over it, then realize I've got some cleaning up to do.
I go back into the kitchen and find all the ash. Luckily, nothing was burned. I put out what was still burning in the fireplace. I triple check my torch run to glory for any remaining ash. If my mom or dad find any evidence of this, I'll be a dead man.
OK, house looks good. no evidence of this anywhere. Sweet. I'm going to get away with it. My parents get home later that evening, and the first thing my mom says is, "What's that smell? Were you making a fire?"
"Wha? No, God no. I would never disobey you dear mother! For, I merely lit a candle to soothe my senses whilst reading Goofus and Gallant!"
Sweet, she bought it! I'm in the zone! If only she knew, a mere two hours ago, I was very close to burning our humble abode to a pile of embers. An hour or so later, the entire family is eating dinner. My mother asks, "What's in your hair?"
"Huh?"
"There's something in your hair."
"No there's not."
"Yes there is. It's white!"
Mom comes in for a closer inspection. "It's singed! You singed your hair! You did try to start a fire!"
Indeed I did. And it was then I learned that no matter what I do, no matter how much I try to cover it up, my mom will always find out.
moms find out. Don't know how, but they find out. I believe that day was the last time I wanted to be a fireman. After that, I wanted to be a monkey. I've always wanted to be a monkey.
April 24, 2006
TIME FOR NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS
Ugh. I'm feeling like shit. Here is a transcript of the majority of my conversations over the whole day yesterday..
Me: AHH-CHOO!
Someone else: Bless you.
Me: Thank you.
Someone else: You sound like shit.
Me: I know.
Someone else: You look like shit too.
Me: That hurts. I'm very sensitive right now.
Someone else: Whatever, just sniff it up !!
Amongst other things ..I think its bout time i made my resolutions for 2006.. I always hesitate to make New Year's resolutions. I often make resolutions, but they are usually in the middle of the year. I think its about time I made mine.
Anyway, here are some predictions for the remainder of the year 2006, in no particular order:
I will…. Let me think.. this is the tough part !!!
Someone sends an IM asking me to "Check out my nude pics". I will not check out their nude pics.
Will not say bad things to my emotionally hurt neighbour.
Will make more time for things I’ve never had time for!! … So many women.. so little time..
I shall tolerate fools more gladly, provided this does not encourage them to take up more of my time.
I will take up some worthwhile new habit, like smoking - it helps keeps tobacco workers in jobs.
I shall eat more nice things like candy, Big Macs, popcorn and ice cream.
and less crap like fresh fruit & vegetables.
I shall drink more. Wasn't it Benjamin Franklin who said, beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy and good logic why beers are good is in a post below.
I will take neither myself nor any of the above seriously.
AACHOooooo !! I think im off to bed.. God blezz me.. Im really veeling zeeck now.
Ugh. I'm feeling like shit. Here is a transcript of the majority of my conversations over the whole day yesterday..
Me: AHH-CHOO!
Someone else: Bless you.
Me: Thank you.
Someone else: You sound like shit.
Me: I know.
Someone else: You look like shit too.
Me: That hurts. I'm very sensitive right now.
Someone else: Whatever, just sniff it up !!
Amongst other things ..I think its bout time i made my resolutions for 2006.. I always hesitate to make New Year's resolutions. I often make resolutions, but they are usually in the middle of the year. I think its about time I made mine.
Anyway, here are some predictions for the remainder of the year 2006, in no particular order:
I will…. Let me think.. this is the tough part !!!
Someone sends an IM asking me to "Check out my nude pics". I will not check out their nude pics.
Will not say bad things to my emotionally hurt neighbour.
Will make more time for things I’ve never had time for!! … So many women.. so little time..
I shall tolerate fools more gladly, provided this does not encourage them to take up more of my time.
I will take up some worthwhile new habit, like smoking - it helps keeps tobacco workers in jobs.
I shall eat more nice things like candy, Big Macs, popcorn and ice cream.
and less crap like fresh fruit & vegetables.
I shall drink more. Wasn't it Benjamin Franklin who said, beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy and good logic why beers are good is in a post below.
I will take neither myself nor any of the above seriously.
AACHOooooo !! I think im off to bed.. God blezz me.. Im really veeling zeeck now.
April 23, 2006
BAD FOOD, A BAD FIGHT & A HOLIDAY AHEAD
Im pained by poor sleeping habits and eating food cooked by myself, when I first began cooking and I asked someone to try the meat ball gravy, they passed some rude remarks including…'The dinner tasted like boiled tennis balls tonight.I can eat any sports equipment after this.' Many months of tries later the dinners I cook surprise me.. whether im used to eating the food I cook or whether Ive improved my cooking skills is yet to be decided..
I had a fight with a very close friend of mine yesterday.. a girl !! Having a fight with a girl is so predictable.. you know whats gonna happen next. Yet you have no choice but to concede to the consequences.. like yesterday when the argument got really bad.. she said “OK FINE!!” Now when a girl says that in the middle of a fierce argument.. she wants to end the argument .. thinking she’s right and you need to shut up . Now if you keep your mouth shut it only aggravates her.. she’ll be thinking.. “TALK“ –Don’t just sit there..” before you even open your mouth to say something.. she’ll mumble something under her breath and if you question her about what she mumbled she’ll for sure say “NOTHING “ after many years of fights with people of the opposite sex I’ve learnt that if a girl says “NOTHING” it means "something" and you should be on your toes.. cos she’s waiting to turn you inside out, upside down, and backwards. "Nothing" usually signifies an argument and will end with the word "OK Fine". and then they’ll say “Ok lets not fight anymore..” but an hour later..
Anyway my days to relax are round the corner.. Im gonna be home in goa by Friday morning. I feel nice that I’ll be able to see people I love each morning n night , n eat food cooked by grandma , and lie on a clean floor!!
Im pained by poor sleeping habits and eating food cooked by myself, when I first began cooking and I asked someone to try the meat ball gravy, they passed some rude remarks including…'The dinner tasted like boiled tennis balls tonight.I can eat any sports equipment after this.' Many months of tries later the dinners I cook surprise me.. whether im used to eating the food I cook or whether Ive improved my cooking skills is yet to be decided..
I had a fight with a very close friend of mine yesterday.. a girl !! Having a fight with a girl is so predictable.. you know whats gonna happen next. Yet you have no choice but to concede to the consequences.. like yesterday when the argument got really bad.. she said “OK FINE!!” Now when a girl says that in the middle of a fierce argument.. she wants to end the argument .. thinking she’s right and you need to shut up . Now if you keep your mouth shut it only aggravates her.. she’ll be thinking.. “TALK“ –Don’t just sit there..” before you even open your mouth to say something.. she’ll mumble something under her breath and if you question her about what she mumbled she’ll for sure say “NOTHING “ after many years of fights with people of the opposite sex I’ve learnt that if a girl says “NOTHING” it means "something" and you should be on your toes.. cos she’s waiting to turn you inside out, upside down, and backwards. "Nothing" usually signifies an argument and will end with the word "OK Fine". and then they’ll say “Ok lets not fight anymore..” but an hour later..
Anyway my days to relax are round the corner.. Im gonna be home in goa by Friday morning. I feel nice that I’ll be able to see people I love each morning n night , n eat food cooked by grandma , and lie on a clean floor!!
April 22, 2006
WEEKEND MELTDOWN & THE SLAP SLAP SLAP
Thursday evenings are the best.. cos its the weekend and theres nothing to do but plan for the evening and the friday ahead. Did just that. But as notorious as i always am for plans not working out.. they actually didnt. Just thought id sleep thru the evening and later decide what to do at nightfall. was also running out of time to buy my stuff cos im leaving for home on next thursday and wont have the time during the week. I have to buy a gift for my Dad & Mom & Grandma & cousins & aunts & uncles & friends as promised. I researched on the internet.A survey said that less than ten percent of shoplifters get caught .I be in the ninety percent , and everyones happy.
Just when i close my eyes.. my phone begins to ring.. its like some perfect planetary alignment or something... always exactly when my eyelids come down.. people start to call me. But this time apart from the usual “what the ***k your sleeping on a weekend for”.. there was a girls voice !!
My Dads friends daughter was in town !! She was in Dubai for a holiday with her Mom.They wanted to meet up with me. i drove down town to pick them up.. Now taking a babe out is one thing.. taking her out with her mom is another. I was as helpless as a cockroach on its back. I couldnt think of any place to go to. Lucky for me her mom’s pretty cool. She’s more into club hopping then most people my age. She’s fun to be with. We drove on to the city.. “just leave any woman at a shopping mall and she’ll make her way around with the bliss of cattle grazing” thats one thing i learnt that goes for all women.
The thing with people that have just moved in to a place with a diferent currency is.. the mathematical minds take over.. calculating the Currency conversions whenever they have to buy something.. I hate Maths. So i let them do thier calculations. Well , there are some things that remind you of some people . There was this Maths teacher who slapped me real hard in class onceI . And it wasn't a slap in the normal traditional sense . She actually rained slaps like she wanted to slap my face into pizza base or something.Left.Right.Left.Right.So whenever I think 'calculations or numbers' , I think 'Maths teacher and a packed class watching me in pity'.
Thursday evenings are the best.. cos its the weekend and theres nothing to do but plan for the evening and the friday ahead. Did just that. But as notorious as i always am for plans not working out.. they actually didnt. Just thought id sleep thru the evening and later decide what to do at nightfall. was also running out of time to buy my stuff cos im leaving for home on next thursday and wont have the time during the week. I have to buy a gift for my Dad & Mom & Grandma & cousins & aunts & uncles & friends as promised. I researched on the internet.A survey said that less than ten percent of shoplifters get caught .I be in the ninety percent , and everyones happy.
Just when i close my eyes.. my phone begins to ring.. its like some perfect planetary alignment or something... always exactly when my eyelids come down.. people start to call me. But this time apart from the usual “what the ***k your sleeping on a weekend for”.. there was a girls voice !!
My Dads friends daughter was in town !! She was in Dubai for a holiday with her Mom.They wanted to meet up with me. i drove down town to pick them up.. Now taking a babe out is one thing.. taking her out with her mom is another. I was as helpless as a cockroach on its back. I couldnt think of any place to go to. Lucky for me her mom’s pretty cool. She’s more into club hopping then most people my age. She’s fun to be with. We drove on to the city.. “just leave any woman at a shopping mall and she’ll make her way around with the bliss of cattle grazing” thats one thing i learnt that goes for all women.
The thing with people that have just moved in to a place with a diferent currency is.. the mathematical minds take over.. calculating the Currency conversions whenever they have to buy something.. I hate Maths. So i let them do thier calculations. Well , there are some things that remind you of some people . There was this Maths teacher who slapped me real hard in class onceI . And it wasn't a slap in the normal traditional sense . She actually rained slaps like she wanted to slap my face into pizza base or something.Left.Right.Left.Right.So whenever I think 'calculations or numbers' , I think 'Maths teacher and a packed class watching me in pity'.
April 20, 2006
THE B-AD GUYS
I don’t know why im thinking about this but I just get myself catapulted into the past sometimes and im thinking about the days where I never cared about the things I did.. and they were so much fun.
Like for the entire 5 years of studying my degree in advertising, the name tags i had for myself.. given to me by friends and profs cos of whom i didnt need enemies.
“HoliDay-scholar” cos my attendance was as regular as public holidays.. and my Prof’s who’ve used me as an example of “what not to be as an ad-guy”. These people thought I was some insult to the advertising world and an embarrassment to humankind by treading the earth. I didnt flunk any paper at college but that was it.
I was always the part of the gang who composed of the "thrown-out-of-the-class” shameless “chalk throwing-backbencher" guys. My English Language teacher said she didn’t know I was her student for an entire 2 years until I sat to answer my finals.
And there was this group of guys & girls who had this dream of dying in a library. they discussed Adobe & Corel technology while we talked more about Overnights & Skating at the heilpad & Baywatch & having a wife.
The professors always smiled at the “serious about their work” people while it looked like we had just been diagnosed with some incurable disease when it came to our group of rascals.
The creepy photography dark-room was considered unsafe to be in when the batch included us. The “oh my god” girls who were always hysterical when the lights were put out.
Everyone else did all their assignments on time. while we didn’t know that we needed to submit one.
I had no sense of understanding Marathi what-so-ever. I heard my professor tell me a lot of times.. “udhya tujea aie-la, pathoun de” I had no Idea what it meant… until after many weeks of continuously telling me some thing I didn’t understand.. he broke it to me in English “coal your mudher tomaro or you weel not pass dis year” I didn’t know what was worse.. laughing at the way he spoke to me.. or telling my mom about it. 6 weeks later I ranked in the top-ten. And I am not proud of all this.I should have studied but I just dint enjoy dying in that library at all. The low marks for my illustration and drawing classes were thanks to all my friends rough comprehensive sketches which i submitted so technically those bad marks i got were not really mine.
I don’t know why im thinking about this but I just get myself catapulted into the past sometimes and im thinking about the days where I never cared about the things I did.. and they were so much fun.
Like for the entire 5 years of studying my degree in advertising, the name tags i had for myself.. given to me by friends and profs cos of whom i didnt need enemies.
“HoliDay-scholar” cos my attendance was as regular as public holidays.. and my Prof’s who’ve used me as an example of “what not to be as an ad-guy”. These people thought I was some insult to the advertising world and an embarrassment to humankind by treading the earth. I didnt flunk any paper at college but that was it.
I was always the part of the gang who composed of the "thrown-out-of-the-class” shameless “chalk throwing-backbencher" guys. My English Language teacher said she didn’t know I was her student for an entire 2 years until I sat to answer my finals.
And there was this group of guys & girls who had this dream of dying in a library. they discussed Adobe & Corel technology while we talked more about Overnights & Skating at the heilpad & Baywatch & having a wife.
The professors always smiled at the “serious about their work” people while it looked like we had just been diagnosed with some incurable disease when it came to our group of rascals.
The creepy photography dark-room was considered unsafe to be in when the batch included us. The “oh my god” girls who were always hysterical when the lights were put out.
Everyone else did all their assignments on time. while we didn’t know that we needed to submit one.
I had no sense of understanding Marathi what-so-ever. I heard my professor tell me a lot of times.. “udhya tujea aie-la, pathoun de” I had no Idea what it meant… until after many weeks of continuously telling me some thing I didn’t understand.. he broke it to me in English “coal your mudher tomaro or you weel not pass dis year” I didn’t know what was worse.. laughing at the way he spoke to me.. or telling my mom about it. 6 weeks later I ranked in the top-ten. And I am not proud of all this.I should have studied but I just dint enjoy dying in that library at all. The low marks for my illustration and drawing classes were thanks to all my friends rough comprehensive sketches which i submitted so technically those bad marks i got were not really mine.
April 19, 2006
LIFE'S BEER-ABLE
I love talking to myself. Not like I’m not under the affluence of incohol as some tinkle peep I am. I'm not half as thunk as you might drink. I fool so feelish I don't know who is me, and the drunker I stand here, the longer I get. For the entire 40 lays of dent.. uggh!! days of lent, I haven’t had a sip of any spirit or wine, not that I’m a regular drinker, or I’m that extra religious or anything of the sort. I don’t support Men who drink too much and I don’t stand by women organizations who don’t allow their husbands to even think anything close to the word ‘alcohol’. There’s a pretty good reason to explain why its good to have a couple-a-beers sometimes & besides I just have a few good friends who require little company to do that.
A herd of buffalo can move only as fast as the slowest buffalo. When the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and the weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular culling of the weakest members.
In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Excessive intake of alcohol, we all know, kills brain cells, but naturally it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first.In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine. That's why you always feel smarter after a few beers.
I love talking to myself. Not like I’m not under the affluence of incohol as some tinkle peep I am. I'm not half as thunk as you might drink. I fool so feelish I don't know who is me, and the drunker I stand here, the longer I get. For the entire 40 lays of dent.. uggh!! days of lent, I haven’t had a sip of any spirit or wine, not that I’m a regular drinker, or I’m that extra religious or anything of the sort. I don’t support Men who drink too much and I don’t stand by women organizations who don’t allow their husbands to even think anything close to the word ‘alcohol’. There’s a pretty good reason to explain why its good to have a couple-a-beers sometimes & besides I just have a few good friends who require little company to do that.
A herd of buffalo can move only as fast as the slowest buffalo. When the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and the weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular culling of the weakest members.
In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Excessive intake of alcohol, we all know, kills brain cells, but naturally it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first.In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine. That's why you always feel smarter after a few beers.
April 18, 2006
FISHY CHARACTERS
Life on a weekday is such a sad routine. my nights are only interesting enough cos i get to hear all those sad love songs my loving neighbour listens to, although they were’nt as loud last night. If the girl’s so depressingly in love, she should throw herself in front of a moving bus or something.
In the evening JD needed some tips on how not to waste time struggling to learn illustrator.. in his terms he wanted to know a few shortcuts and how to work his way around the software. In reality he wanted me to do a few lay-outs & Visuals for him. But he’s a nice guy. He’s one of them people who always have nothing to do but are perpetually busy. Had just completed his work when he showed me his new aquarium. In life if people tell you about things you dont have the slightest idea about, never be honest and speak of your ignorance, atleast pretend you know something. I’ve realised that when im not knowledged about something people tell me things i have no choice but to believe. In that fish tank was a bright yellow and black coloured fish which he called a tigerfish. My friend told me it was a cross between a tiger and a fish . The tank also contained a cat Fish and an angel fish . I extended the "tiger fish = cross between tiger and fish" logic to all of these and gasped at the extent of fish community's loose character suggested by it.
Got back home only at 10 pm, If someone walked from JD’s place to mine, they would have got home much sooner then me and as usual there was no place to park !! stepped into the lift to find someone pressed the buttons for all 15 floors, took me a lifetime to reach the 10 floor, What kind of happiness do people get making someone endure things like that. Finally finished my work and am off to bed.. thinking.. star fish.. jelly fish.. these fish have been real bad...
Life on a weekday is such a sad routine. my nights are only interesting enough cos i get to hear all those sad love songs my loving neighbour listens to, although they were’nt as loud last night. If the girl’s so depressingly in love, she should throw herself in front of a moving bus or something.
In the evening JD needed some tips on how not to waste time struggling to learn illustrator.. in his terms he wanted to know a few shortcuts and how to work his way around the software. In reality he wanted me to do a few lay-outs & Visuals for him. But he’s a nice guy. He’s one of them people who always have nothing to do but are perpetually busy. Had just completed his work when he showed me his new aquarium. In life if people tell you about things you dont have the slightest idea about, never be honest and speak of your ignorance, atleast pretend you know something. I’ve realised that when im not knowledged about something people tell me things i have no choice but to believe. In that fish tank was a bright yellow and black coloured fish which he called a tigerfish. My friend told me it was a cross between a tiger and a fish . The tank also contained a cat Fish and an angel fish . I extended the "tiger fish = cross between tiger and fish" logic to all of these and gasped at the extent of fish community's loose character suggested by it.
Got back home only at 10 pm, If someone walked from JD’s place to mine, they would have got home much sooner then me and as usual there was no place to park !! stepped into the lift to find someone pressed the buttons for all 15 floors, took me a lifetime to reach the 10 floor, What kind of happiness do people get making someone endure things like that. Finally finished my work and am off to bed.. thinking.. star fish.. jelly fish.. these fish have been real bad...
April 17, 2006
BROKEN PROMISES & LOVE SONGS
The best part about living alone is... there's no one to tell you to go to bed early & theres no one to make you get up early.. and no one questions you if your home late or your beds not made. Easter being a holiday i decided i would be up late in the morning just so i could catch up with sleep, i had not slept for more then 12 hours in the last 3 days. .
This is the series of events of how whatever i plan to do .. never happens !!
At 9pm on saturday evening N calls me up saying he had to go shopping for some stuff. He asked me to accompany him . I think he asked me because I am short . It's a simple relative theory . A guy is alone . He looks ok . A guy is with a short guy . He looks tall . I refused N and told him I had to work on an assignment of top priority. He promised to pay for my pizza if I went with him . It took me seven seconds to get ready.
So we drove to Deira City Centre . Theres a nice bright bookstore with a lot of books . Middle aged women sit around on low stools and pore over books discussing ways to rekindle the fire in married lives . Little kids noisily run around book racks and their mothers threaten to burn their toys if they don't shut up . Young girls are around the fiction racks . I think most people found in a bookstore are fat . Maybe it's because they spend a lot of time sitting and reading books on weight reduction . I picked up ‘The Boy Who Fell Out of the Sky' and went to the billing counter .
The billing girl at the counter looked at the big print on my white t-shirt that read “Here I am .. what are your other two wishes” and gave me a smile. I think i spiraled her into a frenzy of wishful thinking and as I went away , she smiled at me again. I could feel it . It wasn't the 'please visit again' smile every customer gets . I wasnt gonna stay and find out what got her smiling.. Im not gonna wear that Tshirt anymore !!
We got out and went into a sports shop. N kept checking out the price tags of all the stuff there . He made a peculiar whooshing sound with his breath every time he did that . I think it translates into 'Why dont I have a rich dad who is into smuggling ?' . I did not have to buy anything . So I was pretty relaxed and tried on all the caps while he went around looking for something which had the price of a matchbox . He bought a pair of orange shorts finally . The people there don't have the right marketing guys . It is a blunder to have that dark guy at the billing counter . I felt a strange creepy chill the way he smiled at me. Its disgusting to feel like a prime target for these kinda men. I will never go to that store again. Clearly theT-shirt i had was doing me no good.
Then we went to the food court to eat something . Never trust anyone . Just do not . People promise to pay for your pizza and then just back out. And you can't do a thing because they have already bought the obscenely orange shorts and got your company while doing it . It is a hard world . And then you realise it's harder . I was not even carrying much money and had to settle for a Subway . I wanted to empty the ketchup sachet in N's nose . But a short cute guy can't just fill someone's nostrils with ketchup and not be beaten thereafter . I controlled my anger.
On our way back in the car , N's girlfriend called up . I screamed 'Don't touch me N !' followed by 'Leave me N !' in the most girly voice I could put on . He spent the rest of the call explaining to his girlfriend back in goa that there was no girl around him . You don't give me a pizza . I tear apart your love life .Fair and simple.
By the time i got back to my apartment it was way past midnight. got all my stuff in order, had a shower, and crashed on my bed.. looked at the time.. was 1am !! so much for gaining lost sleep. Just as i closed my eyes, My loving neighbour started to play her most annoying love songs. What kind of lover plays love songs at 1 in the morning. if you got a girlfriend who lives near the Abu shagara park.. do something about it please.. She went on till 3 in the morning until i couldnt bear the music anymore. i dragged myself to the hall, switched on the TV and watched ‘Firestorm’. watched madagascar & shrek 2 after that.. i love animation movies.. funny as it sounds i love cartoons as well. my knowledge about blossom, bubbles and buttercup- the powerpuff girls or johny bravo or simpsons is as good as the guys who created those cartoons. Other then that, those were the only DVD’s i had, which didnt leave me much of a choice. By the time that was done i drew my curtains and checked my watch and it was 7 in the morning. went to my room and crashed only to a wake up call from mom & dad to wish me for Easter, Im notorious for being lazy and not getting up to go to church. After a lot of emotional blackmailing i was compelled to go. dragged myself out of bed., and i thought living alone meant freedom from “Do this and Dont do that” its all the same.. parents will be parents even if they're a thousands of miles away..
12 hours after ive got out of bed.. im here waiting for the home delivery guy to get me my burger and fries. im too tired to cook and too sleepy to go out and meet with friends.. so gonna shut down and get back to finishing the chores and so to bed. hoping i wont have to hear “acha sila diya” again for a second night in a row.
The best part about living alone is... there's no one to tell you to go to bed early & theres no one to make you get up early.. and no one questions you if your home late or your beds not made. Easter being a holiday i decided i would be up late in the morning just so i could catch up with sleep, i had not slept for more then 12 hours in the last 3 days. .
This is the series of events of how whatever i plan to do .. never happens !!
At 9pm on saturday evening N calls me up saying he had to go shopping for some stuff. He asked me to accompany him . I think he asked me because I am short . It's a simple relative theory . A guy is alone . He looks ok . A guy is with a short guy . He looks tall . I refused N and told him I had to work on an assignment of top priority. He promised to pay for my pizza if I went with him . It took me seven seconds to get ready.
So we drove to Deira City Centre . Theres a nice bright bookstore with a lot of books . Middle aged women sit around on low stools and pore over books discussing ways to rekindle the fire in married lives . Little kids noisily run around book racks and their mothers threaten to burn their toys if they don't shut up . Young girls are around the fiction racks . I think most people found in a bookstore are fat . Maybe it's because they spend a lot of time sitting and reading books on weight reduction . I picked up ‘The Boy Who Fell Out of the Sky' and went to the billing counter .
The billing girl at the counter looked at the big print on my white t-shirt that read “Here I am .. what are your other two wishes” and gave me a smile. I think i spiraled her into a frenzy of wishful thinking and as I went away , she smiled at me again. I could feel it . It wasn't the 'please visit again' smile every customer gets . I wasnt gonna stay and find out what got her smiling.. Im not gonna wear that Tshirt anymore !!
We got out and went into a sports shop. N kept checking out the price tags of all the stuff there . He made a peculiar whooshing sound with his breath every time he did that . I think it translates into 'Why dont I have a rich dad who is into smuggling ?' . I did not have to buy anything . So I was pretty relaxed and tried on all the caps while he went around looking for something which had the price of a matchbox . He bought a pair of orange shorts finally . The people there don't have the right marketing guys . It is a blunder to have that dark guy at the billing counter . I felt a strange creepy chill the way he smiled at me. Its disgusting to feel like a prime target for these kinda men. I will never go to that store again. Clearly theT-shirt i had was doing me no good.
Then we went to the food court to eat something . Never trust anyone . Just do not . People promise to pay for your pizza and then just back out. And you can't do a thing because they have already bought the obscenely orange shorts and got your company while doing it . It is a hard world . And then you realise it's harder . I was not even carrying much money and had to settle for a Subway . I wanted to empty the ketchup sachet in N's nose . But a short cute guy can't just fill someone's nostrils with ketchup and not be beaten thereafter . I controlled my anger.
On our way back in the car , N's girlfriend called up . I screamed 'Don't touch me N !' followed by 'Leave me N !' in the most girly voice I could put on . He spent the rest of the call explaining to his girlfriend back in goa that there was no girl around him . You don't give me a pizza . I tear apart your love life .Fair and simple.
By the time i got back to my apartment it was way past midnight. got all my stuff in order, had a shower, and crashed on my bed.. looked at the time.. was 1am !! so much for gaining lost sleep. Just as i closed my eyes, My loving neighbour started to play her most annoying love songs. What kind of lover plays love songs at 1 in the morning. if you got a girlfriend who lives near the Abu shagara park.. do something about it please.. She went on till 3 in the morning until i couldnt bear the music anymore. i dragged myself to the hall, switched on the TV and watched ‘Firestorm’. watched madagascar & shrek 2 after that.. i love animation movies.. funny as it sounds i love cartoons as well. my knowledge about blossom, bubbles and buttercup- the powerpuff girls or johny bravo or simpsons is as good as the guys who created those cartoons. Other then that, those were the only DVD’s i had, which didnt leave me much of a choice. By the time that was done i drew my curtains and checked my watch and it was 7 in the morning. went to my room and crashed only to a wake up call from mom & dad to wish me for Easter, Im notorious for being lazy and not getting up to go to church. After a lot of emotional blackmailing i was compelled to go. dragged myself out of bed., and i thought living alone meant freedom from “Do this and Dont do that” its all the same.. parents will be parents even if they're a thousands of miles away..
12 hours after ive got out of bed.. im here waiting for the home delivery guy to get me my burger and fries. im too tired to cook and too sleepy to go out and meet with friends.. so gonna shut down and get back to finishing the chores and so to bed. hoping i wont have to hear “acha sila diya” again for a second night in a row.
April 15, 2006
NAME TAGGING !!
I've just taken a coffee break. Im really sleepy cos this cute north-indian girl next door neighbour plays her love songs till 2 in the morning. sometimes i really wonder if she's up early or she gonna be sleeping late. sometimes i wonder if she ever sleeps at all. i must've been imagining things but i even heard something like "acha silah diya tune mere pyar ka.." at dead of night. It left me depressed and suicidal for a very long time..
im not hungry enough to have my lunch, I just need my mug of cofee and i need something to do that will keep me a little occupied, "tag" a few people I want to, i know your thinking that its pretty mean, but some of them are actually already tagged , so after selective study , I shortlist these :
Fat she wished she was : The name speaks for itself. but in reality which she doesnt accept.. she's actually one of those slender good looking women!!
It's the 'Going away from home' syndrome . I am beginning to realise how much I miss her . I so wanted her to be in everything I do till I am here . And nah , the plans about scratching her name in my arm are not finalised yet.
Nelwyn : the guy can never decide how to spell his name. He just makes sure he doesnt discriminate between Nelwyn and Melwyn !! he uses them both. If you need directions to his house make sure you use Melwyn. Knowing his love for flowers and lotus' , I think he hates the congress.But let me see.
Lord Nelson : Just made friends with this guy.But something tells me he is a nice guy. Knowing what Osama Bin Laden hates is easy - its america written all over in ultra-bold , its more interesting to know what the nice guys hate.
Poly : We're childhood friends, neighbours.. so we've practically been with each other a long time now. He's one of those rough not-so-easily threatened by anything kinda guy. I've always wondered why they named him after a bird.
Choco : they named this guy not cos of his love for chocolates. but cos his girlfriend had a dog by that name.. and you thought i was rude !!
Munni : She actually has a whole choice of names to her self shes one of those very vulnerable-to-nicknames kinda person.. chunni, munni, beta, putha, munnah.. shes anything but that what you think she might be for all the names she's been given. She likes me as much as a cat would love a dog. and now as soon as shes read this, shes bound to pick another fight with me.
Moti : thats MOTI as in 'Fat' and not 'pearl' shes a polished Classical dancer despite her size. when it comes to Bharat Natyam who says size does matter. After this im gonna have more enemies then friends.
To all my good friends if you havent yet featured in my list, dont rejoice just yet. Ive come to realise i've found a really interesting to do. now only a matter of time. right now i got yet another deadline to meet and if I continue doing this.. i’ll just have to add job-hunting besides name tagging as my new priority.
I've just taken a coffee break. Im really sleepy cos this cute north-indian girl next door neighbour plays her love songs till 2 in the morning. sometimes i really wonder if she's up early or she gonna be sleeping late. sometimes i wonder if she ever sleeps at all. i must've been imagining things but i even heard something like "acha silah diya tune mere pyar ka.." at dead of night. It left me depressed and suicidal for a very long time..
im not hungry enough to have my lunch, I just need my mug of cofee and i need something to do that will keep me a little occupied, "tag" a few people I want to, i know your thinking that its pretty mean, but some of them are actually already tagged , so after selective study , I shortlist these :
Fat she wished she was : The name speaks for itself. but in reality which she doesnt accept.. she's actually one of those slender good looking women!!
It's the 'Going away from home' syndrome . I am beginning to realise how much I miss her . I so wanted her to be in everything I do till I am here . And nah , the plans about scratching her name in my arm are not finalised yet.
Nelwyn : the guy can never decide how to spell his name. He just makes sure he doesnt discriminate between Nelwyn and Melwyn !! he uses them both. If you need directions to his house make sure you use Melwyn. Knowing his love for flowers and lotus' , I think he hates the congress.But let me see.
Lord Nelson : Just made friends with this guy.But something tells me he is a nice guy. Knowing what Osama Bin Laden hates is easy - its america written all over in ultra-bold , its more interesting to know what the nice guys hate.
Poly : We're childhood friends, neighbours.. so we've practically been with each other a long time now. He's one of those rough not-so-easily threatened by anything kinda guy. I've always wondered why they named him after a bird.
Choco : they named this guy not cos of his love for chocolates. but cos his girlfriend had a dog by that name.. and you thought i was rude !!
Munni : She actually has a whole choice of names to her self shes one of those very vulnerable-to-nicknames kinda person.. chunni, munni, beta, putha, munnah.. shes anything but that what you think she might be for all the names she's been given. She likes me as much as a cat would love a dog. and now as soon as shes read this, shes bound to pick another fight with me.
Moti : thats MOTI as in 'Fat' and not 'pearl' shes a polished Classical dancer despite her size. when it comes to Bharat Natyam who says size does matter. After this im gonna have more enemies then friends.
To all my good friends if you havent yet featured in my list, dont rejoice just yet. Ive come to realise i've found a really interesting to do. now only a matter of time. right now i got yet another deadline to meet and if I continue doing this.. i’ll just have to add job-hunting besides name tagging as my new priority.
THE THINGS I HATE
Im tired of meeting deadlines for campaigns meant for Africa. Now if your thinking.. "advertising in africa ???" As silly as it sounds.. Its much more complex then i first thought it would be . Ive decided to take my holiday finally. Although i still have the dreaded part of shopping to do which ive been putting off everytime cos i cant just shop at all.. Im just taking a few minutes off to think about all of the other things i hate as well.
First things first...
I hate deadlines!!
I hate valentines day!
I wish Valentine’s day was a Hailey’s comet that comes once in 76 years or something. Spending Valentines alone sucks. I had to be a Hallmark franchisee or St Valentine himself to love this day. Sometimes the Shiv sena guys in India can be real angels for my morale.
I hate people who think im out to make them grandfathers !!
Last evening , I had to courier some stuff . I was walking down Bur Dubai, asking for directions to the courier office . I saw this educated looking girl with someone who looked like her Dad . I went up to them and asked about the courier office . The dad made a face which could have shattered Tyson's soul with its intensity and growled 'You go away and ask someone else' . I shook my head , crooned a thank you and walked away. I don't like people who think to ask their daughter about directions to a courier office means I am interested in making him a grandfather .
I don't like 'love'!!
if it is as it seems these days. The jealousy , mistrust and possesiveness that define love today makes me wary of love in this form . The Leonardo da Caprio sponsored version of love doesn't exist for me. I may sound as young as your grandfather here , but I realise nothing is permenant . I love my dear ones , but I do not own them.Love is in finding happiness in someone's happiness.If I love you , I am to make you happy , the way you want it. Simple and uncomplicated for me.
I hate people Talking to me when im busy doing nothing !!
I don't like people butting in when I am in one of my 'Me with mind' zones. These zones happen after 2 in the night usually , things are very nocturnal with the kind of friends i have. Someone needs a place to watch a rented movie when theres nothing to do at 2 in the morn or if someone's driving in through my street and needs to smoke bangs on my door at 4 am to ask for a matchbox. I don't like that . Smoking kills slowly. Messing with my 'think think' time to smoke kills quickly.
I don't like driving without music!!
It's bad to hear all the noise on the streets .The only time I had some doubts was when I almost lost myself to a SUV as I couldn't hear its honking due to eminem shouting 'Lose yourself' in my ears . I switched to another station just in time to hear the driver yell 'Saale zindagi se nafrat hai kya ?'. now a days I switch off the music everytime I see any Sports utility vehicle.
I don't like being away from home!!
Sometimes , I just want to curl up and sleep and hope I wake up at home with Dad reading the newspaper in the dining room , mom making breakfast in the kitchen and Grandma watering the plants . Ain't all of us the same kids we were ? I don't think people grow up , they just stop being themselves and start nodding to things they don't understand .
I realise I don't like a lot of things . If I keep writing down such stuff , I will be wondering 'Do I actually want to live such a life ?' in ten minutes and gulping napthalene balls .
Im tired of meeting deadlines for campaigns meant for Africa. Now if your thinking.. "advertising in africa ???" As silly as it sounds.. Its much more complex then i first thought it would be . Ive decided to take my holiday finally. Although i still have the dreaded part of shopping to do which ive been putting off everytime cos i cant just shop at all.. Im just taking a few minutes off to think about all of the other things i hate as well.
First things first...
I hate deadlines!!
I hate valentines day!
I wish Valentine’s day was a Hailey’s comet that comes once in 76 years or something. Spending Valentines alone sucks. I had to be a Hallmark franchisee or St Valentine himself to love this day. Sometimes the Shiv sena guys in India can be real angels for my morale.
I hate people who think im out to make them grandfathers !!
Last evening , I had to courier some stuff . I was walking down Bur Dubai, asking for directions to the courier office . I saw this educated looking girl with someone who looked like her Dad . I went up to them and asked about the courier office . The dad made a face which could have shattered Tyson's soul with its intensity and growled 'You go away and ask someone else' . I shook my head , crooned a thank you and walked away. I don't like people who think to ask their daughter about directions to a courier office means I am interested in making him a grandfather .
I don't like 'love'!!
if it is as it seems these days. The jealousy , mistrust and possesiveness that define love today makes me wary of love in this form . The Leonardo da Caprio sponsored version of love doesn't exist for me. I may sound as young as your grandfather here , but I realise nothing is permenant . I love my dear ones , but I do not own them.Love is in finding happiness in someone's happiness.If I love you , I am to make you happy , the way you want it. Simple and uncomplicated for me.
I don't like people butting in when I am in one of my 'Me with mind' zones. These zones happen after 2 in the night usually , things are very nocturnal with the kind of friends i have. Someone needs a place to watch a rented movie when theres nothing to do at 2 in the morn or if someone's driving in through my street and needs to smoke bangs on my door at 4 am to ask for a matchbox. I don't like that . Smoking kills slowly. Messing with my 'think think' time to smoke kills quickly.
I don't like driving without music!!
It's bad to hear all the noise on the streets .The only time I had some doubts was when I almost lost myself to a SUV as I couldn't hear its honking due to eminem shouting 'Lose yourself' in my ears . I switched to another station just in time to hear the driver yell 'Saale zindagi se nafrat hai kya ?'. now a days I switch off the music everytime I see any Sports utility vehicle.
I don't like being away from home!!
Sometimes , I just want to curl up and sleep and hope I wake up at home with Dad reading the newspaper in the dining room , mom making breakfast in the kitchen and Grandma watering the plants . Ain't all of us the same kids we were ? I don't think people grow up , they just stop being themselves and start nodding to things they don't understand .
I realise I don't like a lot of things . If I keep writing down such stuff , I will be wondering 'Do I actually want to live such a life ?' in ten minutes and gulping napthalene balls .
April 12, 2006
OF SHUTTER SPEEDS & APPERTURES & PHOTOGRAPHIC MEMORIES
Everyone has photographic memory, some just dont have film !! I did’nt want to risk knowing the truth about where i stood so i got myself a camera. Not one of them fancy Digital Camera’s.. just an ordinary Film SLR. I love capturing moments on film. Now that Don’t mean i belong to Paris Hilton’s Do-it-to-yourself with a little help from a friend category of film enthusiasts.
Being behind the camera has always been the best for me. . wasnt the nicest of excuses but it always worked well for not wanting to be photographed. My Moms got the meanest collection of my pictures carefully stashed away from my reach. Pictures of me as a baby in my baby bath tub or between nappy changes, where apart from being too small, I didnt really know the real truth between the occasional burst of light that quite amused me and left me blinded for a whole minute. the truth i was to find out years later !! those were my first horrors being in front of the camera.
Photography is an Art they say.. and Art in itself is an expression !! I belong to a family full of Artists.. Calligraphers, an Interior Designer, Musicians, Theatre enthusiast, Photographers, writers, dancers, not forgetting the advertising people. A whole bunch of expressions in one family. Incase you wonder where i belong in the clamour of self-expressions. I’m one of a bunch of ad-people with a sufficient amount of exposure to everything else.
although all the performing arts for me were just a hobby and sometimes a compulsion by an odd school teacher who now feature in my list of “50 people to kill before im 30”.
Everyone has photographic memory, some just dont have film !! I did’nt want to risk knowing the truth about where i stood so i got myself a camera. Not one of them fancy Digital Camera’s.. just an ordinary Film SLR. I love capturing moments on film. Now that Don’t mean i belong to Paris Hilton’s Do-it-to-yourself with a little help from a friend category of film enthusiasts.
Being behind the camera has always been the best for me. . wasnt the nicest of excuses but it always worked well for not wanting to be photographed. My Moms got the meanest collection of my pictures carefully stashed away from my reach. Pictures of me as a baby in my baby bath tub or between nappy changes, where apart from being too small, I didnt really know the real truth between the occasional burst of light that quite amused me and left me blinded for a whole minute. the truth i was to find out years later !! those were my first horrors being in front of the camera.
Photography is an Art they say.. and Art in itself is an expression !! I belong to a family full of Artists.. Calligraphers, an Interior Designer, Musicians, Theatre enthusiast, Photographers, writers, dancers, not forgetting the advertising people. A whole bunch of expressions in one family. Incase you wonder where i belong in the clamour of self-expressions. I’m one of a bunch of ad-people with a sufficient amount of exposure to everything else.
although all the performing arts for me were just a hobby and sometimes a compulsion by an odd school teacher who now feature in my list of “50 people to kill before im 30”.
April 11, 2006
HOW I HATE SHOPPING !!
I hate shopping ! I cant stand sad Love Stories, they leave me depressed and suicidal ! As i write this I've come to realise that i hate a lot of things, and did i say i hate shopping ?? Im one of those people who've got a "50 people i have to kill before im 30" list. Anyway right now I have to embrace and accept the terrible distress of having to shop. I've been slogging it out at work for a very long time now and am really tired of work, i need a break.. so off I am for a long holiday. but yeah i still have to endure the misery of shopping.
The last time this happened, i found myself in a clothes store, My mom’s gonna have a tall exclamation mark springing from her head if she gets to know this . She knows how I hate shopping & as if a gas chamber wasn’t fun enough , I was in a gas chamber with a suicide bomber . In more direct terms, I was shopping with a lady. for a simple reason they're more polished at shopping then most men !! You give a thirsty woman dying in the blazing sands of the desert a choice between chilled water & a discount voucher to some shopping spree, and she'll gladly take the latter. I only survived that day cos i went brain dead. not that i belong to Eva Longoria's "say no to clothes" school of thought. I just hate shopping. I dont think i'll care enough to find out.
I hate shopping ! I cant stand sad Love Stories, they leave me depressed and suicidal ! As i write this I've come to realise that i hate a lot of things, and did i say i hate shopping ?? Im one of those people who've got a "50 people i have to kill before im 30" list. Anyway right now I have to embrace and accept the terrible distress of having to shop. I've been slogging it out at work for a very long time now and am really tired of work, i need a break.. so off I am for a long holiday. but yeah i still have to endure the misery of shopping.
The last time this happened, i found myself in a clothes store, My mom’s gonna have a tall exclamation mark springing from her head if she gets to know this . She knows how I hate shopping & as if a gas chamber wasn’t fun enough , I was in a gas chamber with a suicide bomber . In more direct terms, I was shopping with a lady. for a simple reason they're more polished at shopping then most men !! You give a thirsty woman dying in the blazing sands of the desert a choice between chilled water & a discount voucher to some shopping spree, and she'll gladly take the latter. I only survived that day cos i went brain dead. not that i belong to Eva Longoria's "say no to clothes" school of thought. I just hate shopping. I dont think i'll care enough to find out.
MY MIND'S A BEAUTIFUL THING
Deep in the villages of Goa, amidst the eloquence of green fields & lazy meadows lies Chandor!! a small hamlet by the banks of a river. once upon a time known to be the capital of Goa, Chandor is now home to the legendary :) Glenn Antao..
The mind is a beautiful thing. Do the beautiful really deserve the attention they get. The flirting.., the attention.. yet here I am on a rendezvous with my mind... Haha.. wonder where that crap i just wrote came from .. Thats how unpredictable my mind's gone. i love loosing control and let it do the talking.. ugggh typing !! nah.. my hands doing the hard work !! yeah whatever.
glenn antao glenn antao glenn antao " OK now that i know you've been looking for glenn antao " dont waste time
Deep in the villages of Goa, amidst the eloquence of green fields & lazy meadows lies Chandor!! a small hamlet by the banks of a river. once upon a time known to be the capital of Goa, Chandor is now home to the legendary :) Glenn Antao..
The mind is a beautiful thing. Do the beautiful really deserve the attention they get. The flirting.., the attention.. yet here I am on a rendezvous with my mind... Haha.. wonder where that crap i just wrote came from .. Thats how unpredictable my mind's gone. i love loosing control and let it do the talking.. ugggh typing !! nah.. my hands doing the hard work !! yeah whatever.
glenn antao glenn antao glenn antao " OK now that i know you've been looking for glenn antao " dont waste time
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