Three musketeers and Espresso Crema Shakerato

Let’s refresh the history so that you can relate to phrase “Coffee Jinx broken”. Every time I have tried something new or different at a coffee shop, my experience has been hugely disappointing.

Though this time around my experience has been overwhelmingly euphonic and the credit goes to Espresso Crema Shakerato. Served in Martini glasses at Barista’s crème outlets, is this seasons “Must haves”. A layer of cold milk cream over iced Italian coffee frothed in a shaker gives an incredible feel with mouth full of coffee and milk. The catch to enjoy the drink is the technique behind drinking it. One doesn’t have to drink it like one has cappuccino, since it’s served in layers in glass. Bottom layer has the iced coffee and above it is the frothed milk, so way to go is that you have to take mouth full’s in every swill, make sure that you hold the milk in your mouth and keep tilting the glass till you have iced coffee in your mouth. Tongue experiences three multifarious tastes at the same time: milk/ coffee-milk/ iced coffee.

I am sure I haven’t done justice with words to the taste, so, you might want to try it out yourselves.

I have gone into so much detail while explaining how to drink because without the technique the drink would just taste bland as it did to Khushboor, Who couldn’t understand why I and Kamlavatti were savoring it so much. Well, we tried to teach him the trick but to no avail, he managed the task but by that time the drink was so wasted only froth and coffee was left and Martini glasses don’t hold much. Never the less drink is perfect to beat the heat.

If you are going to try the drink, you might as well try my second recommendation which is to try Barista crème outlet at Khan Market, Go for the second floor open air seating. It’s pretty soothing and relaxing though you might find some tobacco smoke wafting up to you as it’s a smoking zone but even then place is worth it. Pick a cool day or try it out in evening after sunset. Allow me to support my recommendation, Kamlavatti is a food junkie and would eat anything anytime, but astonishingly Kamlavatti was ready to for go her dinner so that she could sit there and tittle-tattle. Can’t blame her, place is enticing. I usually prefer Café coffee day over Barista but I would gladly pick Barista Khan Market outlet over CCD just for that second floor seating.

That reminds me; while you are there keep you volume in check because it’s pretty easy to listen to conversation on the table next to you. I agree it’s morally and ethically wrong but then who can resist if two girls on the table next to you are blabbing about their high school type problems with their boy friends. I and Kamlavatti couldn’t stop ourselves from commenting while Khushboor frowned at our behavior, He was just getting jumpy and trying to act mature, But he has to admit he was having fun listening to them because he was the first one to notice when their inflated tones took a dive.

I am pretty sure we would like to go there again and hopefully this time around Khushboor would enjoy Espresso Crema Shakerato as well. Cheers!!

Wednesday : Redefining the art of making movies.

A man looking down from a high rise desolate roof top trying to figure out chasm below which keeps on widening and deepening and he realizes that city of his dreams is going to submerge under the pressure of inefficiency and spirit of system to fight back crime.

This man is Naseeruddin Shah who gave a scintillating performance in “Wednesday”.

To match up to his intimidating best performance, Anupam kher has once again proved that when it comes to films it’s not the footage minutes that count. It’s about the savoir faire with which you delve into the character and bring it to life.

NS plays the role of a common man who is tired, deserted and shattered by the events and miss-happenings in his city and after some soul searching decides to vent his frustration on security agencies of the state through a plan.

Plot starts from Anupam Kher’s office who is Mumbai’s top cop. He receives a call from a anonymous caller who warns him to pander to his wishes on the leverage that 5 live bombs have been planted in Mumbai which will blow up at 6 in evening. Anupam Kher plays the role with a panache that keeps you glued to the screens. Both renowned artists have outdone themselves to bring out the message in the story and the plight of common man.

It’s not one of those gruesome flicks with grey shades but a thriller and suspense flick with a message that “The power of one is the power to do anything”. Movie depicts how common man gets affected every time an accident takes place. How common man bears the burnt patiently until one day he is no longer top face himself in mirror and decides to take things in hand.

Jimmy Shergill who plays an ATS officer also does a great justice to his role. I wouldn’t want to reveal the plot and kill the whole surprise. Unquestioningly this movie is worth much more it’s dough. For a change our bollywood is moving to non masala movies without idiotic, blaring melodies which hold no meaning. Watch the movie!!

Madhushaalaa - An inspiration to move ahead

It's kind of a spell or an enchantment that's placed over me, which I can't seem to ward off, how much I try to restrain myself from humming or swaying whenever i listen to "Madhushaalaa", I can't do it.

A poem by Mr. Hariwansh Rai Bachan which, I read first read around 12 years back and since then I have developed a love for verses written bt Mr. Bachan.
I ain't a poet who understands the technical details of poetry and it's intricacies. So, I won't be able to pass any judgment on how the verses have been framed.
Whether they have been stringed lyrically or not. Whether the tones are appropriate or not. I ain't a judge or critic.

After having said that, I still have my "freedom of expression" which has been granted to me by my country's constitution under fundamental rights. So, using this freedom of expression, I am going to put forth what I feel about this piece of work sparing the technicalities involved in writing a poem.

i would have read 100 odd poems and their lucid descriptions or explanations while I was in my high school, out of all those 100 odd poems, there is only one I can clearly recall. "Madhushaalaa", This poem conveys a message which always urges me to look ahead, to move on, to begin afresh, not to lament upon what is lost. Mr. Bachan has brilliantly used "Madhushaalaa" (Bar) as metaphor to convey, life is always led by the attitude one has about life. One has to be a optimist and has to look forward and let go off the past. His creativity is commendable, considering the fact that he used liquor as the stick to inspire people. True, he faced criticism for using liquor but then time tells a different tale, his creation is still alive and is immortal. Contrary to the argument put up by many critics about the poem when it was first narrated that it could lead people into habitual drinking, this poem has done the opposite. I love every verse this poem. I have few favorite stanzas below these stanzas were chosen for the audio cassette by Manna Dey in which the first one was sung by Harivansh Rai himself.

Complete composition can be read at the following link.
http://manaskriti.com/kaavyaalaya/mdhshla.stm

Amitabh Bachan his son has recited few verses which can be found at link below.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FO_2Ypeq6KM&feature=related

Stanzas:

madiraalay jaane ko ghar se, chaltaa hae peene waalaa
kis path se jaaoon asamanjas, mein hae woh bholaabhaalaa
alag alag path batalaate sab, par maen yeh batalaataa
hun raah pakad tu eka chalaachal, paa jaa aega madhushaalaa

sun kalkal chhalchhal, madhughat se girti, praanon mein haalaa
sun runjhun runjhun jal vitaran, karti madhusati baalaa
bas aa ponhche door nahin kutchh, chaar kadam ab chalna
hae behak rahe sun peene waale, mehak rahi le madhushaalaa

lal sura si dhaar lapatetee, keh na ise dena jwalaa
Yeh nil madira hae mat isko, keh dena ur ka chhaalaa
dard nashaa hae is madira ka, vigat smrutiyan saaqi hein
peeda mein aanand jise ho, aaey meri MADHUSHAALAA

dharm granth sab jalaa chuki hein, jiske bheetar ki jwalaa
mandir, masjid, girje sab kuchh, toade chuka jo matwaalaa
pandit, momin, padariyon ke, phandon ko jo kaat chuka
kar sakti hae aaj usi ka, swaagat meri MADHUSHAALAA

Laalaa in adharon se jisne, haay nahein choomi haalaa
harshit kampit kar se jisne, haay na chhuwaa madhu ka pyaalaa
haath pakad lajjit saaqi ka, paas nahein jisne kheenchaa
vyarth sukhaa daali jeevan ki, usne madhumaya MADHUSHAALAA.

bane pujaari premi saaqi, gangaajal pawan haalaa
rahe pherata avirat gati se, madhu ke pyaalon ki maalaa
aur liye jaa, aur piye jaa, isi mantra ka jaap kare
maen Shiv ki pratimaa ban baethun, mandir ho yeh MADHUSHAALAA.

aek baras mein aek baar hi jalti holi ki jwaalaa
aek bar hi lagti baazi, jagti deepon ki maalaa
duniya waalo kintu kisi din, aa madiraalaya mein dekho
din ko holi raat diwali, roze manati MADHUSHAALAA.

adharon par ho koee bhi ras, jiwha par lagti haalaa
han jag ho koee haathon mein, lagta rakkha hae pyaalaa
har surat saaqi ki surat, mein parivartit ho jaati
aankhon ke aage ho kuchh bhi, aankhon mein hae MADHUSHAALAA.

sumukhi tumhara sundar mukh hi, mujh ko kanchan kaa pyaalaa
chhalak rahi hae, jisme, maNik roop madhur maadak haalaa
maen hi saaqi banta maen hi, peene waala banta hun
jahan kahin mil baethe ham tum, vahin gaee ho MADHUSHAALAA

do din hee madhu mujhe pilaa kar, oob uthi saaqi baalaa
bhar kar ab khiska daetee hae, woh merae aage pyaalaa
naaz-o-adaa andaazon se ab, haae pilaanaa door huwaa
ab to kar detee hae kewal, farz-adaaee MADHUSHAALAA

chhote se jeevan mein kitnaa, pyaar karoon, pee loon haalaa
aane ke hi saath jagat mein, kahlaayaa jaane waalaa
swaagat ke hi saath bidaa ki, hoatee dekhee tayyaari
band lagee hone khulate hi, maeri jeevan MADHUSHAALAA.

shaant saki ho kab tak saaqi, pee kar kis ur ki jwaalaa
aur aur ki raTan lagaataa, jaataa har peene waalaa
kitni ichchhaaen, har jaane waalaa chhod yahan jaataa
kitne armaanon ki ban kar, qabra khadee hae MADHUSHAALAA.

Yam aaegaa saaqi ban kar, saath liye kaali haalaa
pee na hoash mein phir aaegaa, sura visudh yah matwaalaa
yah antim behoashi, antim saaqi, antim pyaala hae
pathik pyaar se peena isko, phir na milaegi MADHUSHAALAA.

girti jaati hae din prati-din, praNayani praNon ki haalaa
bhagna huwa jaata din prati-din, shubhage mera tan pyaala
rooTh raha hae mujhse roopasi, din din yauwan ka saaqi
sookh rahi hae din din sundari, meri jeevan MADHUSHAALAA.

maere adharon par ho antim, vastu na tulsidal pyaalaa
maeri jiwha par ho antim, vastu na gangaajal haalaa
maere shav ke peechhe chalne waalo, yaad ise rakhnaa
Ram naam hae satya na kehnaa, kehnaa sachchee MADHUSHAALAA

maere shav par vah roae ho, jiske aansoo mein haalaa
aah bhare voh ho jo surbhit, madiraa pee kar matwaalaa
daen mujhko ve kandha jinke, pag-mag-dag-mag hoate hoan
aur jaloon us Thaor jahan par, kabhi rahi ho MADHUSHAALAA

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I have got my eyes on you

Amy: Jack's dream come true

Engineering days, most of guys would relate those days to girl sabbatical days. When every day started with a hope that today would be the lucky day and one will be able to catch a glimpse of that gorgeous girl who computer science department. Mostly days don’t turn out to be lucky and they turn out to be hard when you spot that girl you adore with every part of you with that chimp from her class, smiling away in between lectures. Felling of getting a ‘suplli’ in all subjects in a semester can be handled but watching her on bike with somebody else simply rips your hear apart. Well, the story is same in every engineering college with girls being outnumbered one on ten; life gets hard almost for every guy.

This tale that I am about to narrate is about a guy who’s great at being with girls, one of those guys who share an instant rapport with opposite sex. He is the type whose social circle extends from first year girls to fourth year girls. His reputation of a nice guy seems to waft to every corner in campus. You can spot him in college lawns with some girl explaining her four equations of electromagnetic theory.

Contrary to all expectations this guy fell in for a prank by his friends, for reference sake let’s call this guy Jack. So, our Jack really knew his stuff and we (I, babla, nilpa and budha) doubted that he would fall for the set up, but as we found out it was not that tough probably because the guy got over confident about his capabilities and charm. He would soon discover that internet is not what it appears and sometimes online dating can make you put your exceptionally large foot in your mouth.

So the tale unfolds like this on a hot sweaty afternoon when all four of us (I, babla, nilpa and budha) had bunked college giving in to our laziness, we decided that since our Jack had had no opportunity to display his magic on opposite sex for a long time, why not give him that opportunity and test his ability. :P to cut the long story short have some fun.

A conspiracy was hatched and plan was to create an online identity so vivacious that out Jack was bound to be fall or better still seduced. Hunt for an name began , brainstorming so fierce I doubt any corporate board room would have witnessed as of us were eager to have our invented name to be used as an alibi. After a long drawn discussion we decided on a name (Amy), needless to say those who know us would have guessed babla won, because his creativity stooped to lowest levels.

It started the very same evening at 2:00 AM when jack came online to chat. Amy was waiting for him with eagerness so profound one can easily mistake it for love at first sight except that our poor jack didn’t have any long sight. Amy pretended to be from Australia, Melbourne. Gave out certain facts about her but making sure that she left certain grey areas of mystery lest jack suspects a rat. As I said Jack knew his stuff and was no fool, he started asking questions about Australia and Melbourne and other questions to gauge whether profile was fake or Amy could really be that girl he could brag about to his friends who were ‘lukhas’. Lets we engineers’ have got knack for JIT and Google of course came to aid in answering various questions about Melbourne. After about 45 minutes of interrogation jack was satisfied that he had stumbled on a gold mine and we were pleased that now all that Googling would pay off and reaping time was near. We were careful about the time difference and played accordingly and from this Jack came to know that Amy was a college girl who was just dumped by her bootilicious boy friend and she needed a shoulder for crying and support. Jack decided that he would be her Knight in shining armor. He would be that shoulder on which she could lean and later that shoulder crying could materialize into an overseas affair as I said in engineering days, every guy fantasizes about something or the other; I guess we had just stumbled on jacks dream or Jack just found his dream liaison girl.

The story moved forward and it was now 2 days old and our jack and our Amy had chatted for around 5 hours. With this 5 hour relationship our jack was getting confident by the day and that is when we stuck gold because we didn’t expect we could even get a feast out of this online relationship with Jack. Jack confident about his charm and charisma decided to bet with us that in one week he would graduate from being online friends to overseas phone friends. We pretended to contemplate about this bet among our selves so that our Jack might raise the stake in the bet and he did from ice-cream to dinner and he was ON. He was pleased with himself and we were smug about the scheme we had just hatched.

As luck would have it our comp blew that evening and Jack was disappointed when he didn’t find Amy online that day. We were disappointed too for firstly we were missing out on the fun secondly we feared if Jack got a wind or suspected foul play we would miss out on free food. Good work by Babla and Budha ensured that next day machine was up and running though they had to miss college for that which they were glad to do.

So to ours and jacks relief relationship went ahead and this time Amy compensated for one days absence to Jack by giving him blow by blow account of her break up. The week passed by very quickly and it was D Day. Seventh day of the week and were we looking forward to the treat was like was Jack waiting for Amy to call.

Well the D-Day chat ended with Amy promising jack the she would call Next week and this became point of controversy as Jack now backtracked and said what he meant was that he would make her agree into calling him but what he actually said was that he would make her call in a week and as expected we had another fun argument with jack swearing on his and Amy’s friendship and we making fun about it, cajoling it.

Seems jack now cracked under performance pressure and decided to raise stake in bet for another impossible task and more time but considering that the joke had been carried pretty far broke the news to Jack, hearing which jack got hysterical and stomped out of the apartment and we felt sorry about the dinner as it was sure that now it was a distant reality. Surprisingly Jack came back in 20 minutes and being a sport that he is decided that he would treat us to ice-cream instead and all was back to boring.

The first swing...

One of the rare mornings is Saturday mornings; it becomes even rarer when I can manage to get up at 7 in morning. Driving factor was two fold, primarily my quest to learn something new in this case it was golf- a sophisticated game where you can swing at as many balls as you like, unlike cricket. Secondly, to test my ability to swing against Happy Gilmore’s swing. True to my shattered expectations, my first swing was breathtaking, I must have hit around a zillion microbes, unfortunately none of them were on the ball. My only solace was level of deftness of those who accompanied along, Kamlavatti and Amravati were first timers like me, and they too were testing their inclinations towards golf, I suppose. The other two, Panduram and Bhavikmal were second timers and our coach for the day. Both off them capable of making balls fly in skewed directions.

So, we famous five reached Greens, and to our delight place seemed devoid of any commotion but as soon as we stepped out we knew the reason why? An arresting stench of nearby landfill wafted to us. Kamlavatti and Amravati refused to move out of car because of stench, I guess they were contemplating their decision play golf. Nevertheless, two Joan of the Arcs didn’t back out and braved the stench and the sun.

As we got accustomed to the sensuous fragrance, we decided to concentrate on some swinging. Since yours respectfully, Kamlavatti and Amravati were pros at the game, we took a back seat and allowed growth opportunity for leading and knowledge sharing to Panduram and Bhavikmal to which they rose beautifully and very patiently taught us tricks of the game. Keeping in purview their ability to impart knowledge and communicate well, I am hopeful they will secure a tener in current PPG. (No sarcasm intended, a note of thanks to Panduram and Bhavikmal)

As for three of us, we swigged a few, missed a few and so the training continued till Kamlavatti and Amravati started complaining about sun being a spoil sport. Though Panduram, Bhavikmal and I didn’t give in to constant complaints and continued swinging. As luck would have it our Bhavikmal was soon injured by a gash on his right hand. I guess performance pressure did him in. Anyway, not the ratio was 3:2 as our Bhavikmal who could not play decided to hit shade and provide expert comments on my swing. One that I can recall is “He is playing like Dhoni”….grrrr :P.

Against all this pressure from opposition, Panduram and I stood our ground and kept swinging but most of credit should go to Panduram because his was the final word. His word was law after all it was his car by which we were supposed to go back. So, as they say “Jiski lathi uski bhais”.

After some two hours of golfing we decided to head back home making a stopover for coffee where we apparently gained more than we had lost at superficially tiring game.

I guess Panduram should be thanked for driving us to the golf course. Signing of for now….wait for the next in series.

P.s - Names have been changed to avoid any kind of jokes and comments. :)

Dreamers

A Relaxing sleepless night, a gleaming moonless night.
A long wished dream, a story for fiction.

Last night was the most amazing night I ever had. I had a dream without a trace of sleep in my eyes, yet by the time it was dawn, I was more dewy and youthful as against eight hour sleep.

The dream seemed to have done the trick, relaxing my muscles, easing the tension, parting the cloud of uncertainty. The dream was like a wish come true only it was imaginary. The whole thing happened inside my head as ideally and perfectly as wished, but we all know not all dreams come true, not all wishes are granted and everybody doesn’t get the moon.

A boundless field supporting golden barley saplings which swayed to wind’s harmony .Sunlight played tricks as if field was laid with gold. The narrow path which led to the bright colored mansion overlooking the fields was covered with Apple trees to provide shade. Freshly watered fields enticed with the smell which was carried all over by the cool breeze.

We lay on a satin sheet spread under the shade of an old Apple tree visualizing ourselves in our heads as Adam and Eve of modern times, with my arm around her which provided her the comfort that, I will always be there holding her, supporting her no matter what comes. Her head rested on my shoulder while she caressed my hand. Her breadth on my body made me warm inside with a feeling of love and never ending care. She gently leaned on me using me to support her as her eyes drooped a bit with sleep on her eye lids and at that instant, I promised myself, this is one responsibility, I never want to shy away from.

I can carry this baby of mine in my arms along with me loving her, caring for her and protecting her. As her eyes drooped more with sleep and I sat there watching her while wind carried the fragrance of her sweet summer sweat, mesmerizing me. As I lay there enthralled watching her, I felt the power of love which called on me and reached for my heart.

I loved the way she looked with her hair hanging down to her shoulders, her face glowing with love. Breeze playfully flew her hairs across her face, and I moved my hand across her face so as to tuck her hairs behind her ears, and as my hands felt touch of her face soft as petals, I couldn’t stop myself from kissing her forehead and feeling lucky that I had an angel beside me with whom I was head over heels in love.

As I caressed her arms and touched back of her neck, she snuggled up close to me and whispered “Don’t ever leave me” and at that moment I wanted to say to her that I am never gonna say goodbye, because I never wanna see you cry. If you are with me, I would never let you go. I will keep trying, so you should know that love that we share is never meant to die. People might say that time might hit the passion but believe it if we try, there are something’s in this world that can’t be denied.

She, as if heard my heart singing closed her eyes and a smile spread across her face. With her hope and trust in me she curled around me and I whispered in her ears “Trust our love” and we lay there till sunset and then I carried my queen to the palace at dusk and we both knew that the day would be remembered as the day we painted sky with our love and made it a night to remember.

The Adorables

Hold on to your imaginative horses, for I am sure your stead would have teleported you to green pastures of lovey dovey world after reading the title of this article. This write up is not about love stuck couples who drown themselves into eyes of their partner taking them to be limpid pools of love. It’s not dedicated to those who spend hours thinking about that someone special and weaving perfect romance in their imaginations. This is not a standing ovation to those people that make sure no party organizer starves.

No Don’t!! Please don’t make a perception that I am one of those morons, who despises love and all those who seek it considering next to salvation. With all due respect to love all I want to say this article is about love between two friends (not gays please). This write up is dedicated to the two adorables who have reminded many of us of their childhood days which comprised of all those puerile justifications for avoiding baths, making caricatures on floors and walls, mud wrestling, broken vases and window panes and loads of stuff that wasn’t allowed.

Oh! Please don’t get restless, I aren’t going to give up names so easily though I am sure some of you might have guessed. Let them boggle your mind a bit as they have tickled your funny bone since 1985. If it’s being so difficult let me drop a hint. The twosome characters written and illustrated by Bill Watterson, following the humorous antics of, an imaginative six-year old boy and his energetic and sardonic albeit stuffed tiger.

Yes, you got it correct my friends. They are none other than

Calvin and Hobbes

Calvin who never misses a chance to crack an intelligent- humorous and witting remark on any status quo is paired with Hobbes who’s a perfect match for our little devil Calvin.

Calvin reminds me so much of myself when I was a kid. When I used to imagine everything in my head from super man to stupendous man, from wagging a war against slimy alien monster Zorg as intrepid space explorer Spiff to dumping water balloons on girls. No articulation can do justice to what little devil can conjure up in his imagination.

Equivalently worthy of acclaim is Hobbes our fluffy man eater with ferocious mandibles which fail him in front of a girl, when he is mesmerized by their cuddly hug. He is his never disappointing partner I crime who will come out innocent every time a plan backfires.

As coin with only one side is worth less, as Sherlock homes is hollow without Dr. Watson, so, is the case with out inseparable adorables Calvin and Hobbes.

Moonlight Kiss

I can feel my heart and it's fit to burst.
I try to clean it up but it just gets worst.
Wish I could fall on a night like this,
into your loving arms for a moonlight kiss.

It would be lying if I say I have moved on. This white lie never ceases to amaze my friends who very well know my reputation. They have easily termed me as a fool who refuses to see the truth and keeps hoping that somethings gonaa change. Well, that might be hoping too much for things to change when they haven't for years but then you know old habits die hard. ;)

When i look back and try to reconstruct or deconstruct the arguments as to what went wrong I find myself bewildered and saddened by the effect that circumstances had on both of us and how helpless we became and are till date. Though realizing that we were helpless isn't gonaa set anything rite and i feel bad that we couldn't do anything to prevent what happened.

I am happy about the recent turn of events in our lives because i feel it has given both of us a better understanding of things. Things that were known to both of us but were never talked about and discussed. recent development though doesn't change the bigger picture in anyway but it gives me cozy and snuggle up feeling of the times we shared together. The moments that kept us spellbound for hours. Time flew by - The year was over before i knew and a void was
molded and somehow still persists.

Memories preserved and cherished have kept me going been my strength and weakness simultaneously. It was just one year that we shared but its care still lingers...

I have always tried to explain and tried to justify to myself that one year was not worth so many years of solitude and seclusion. how many times i have tried to answer the question "Was it worth it ?" and as any times i have tried to explain it to myself it wasn't.

Deep inside I know 'It Was' how much i try convince I know "Juice was worth the squeeze" and that even if i have moved on It's with the strength which those very moments spent with you that i treasured.

Pretty weird post ain't it?
Who cares .....

Been there Done that


My day has been eventful again, not that it isn't everyday. Something or the other seems to go weird almost all the time. Either I am in one of my moods or if I am happy and joyous, it turns out that one of my friends isn't feeling too good. It's not that i don't like talking to my friends when there mood is in dumps and their free soaring spirit is chained. Just that I feel sorry for them that they are loosing precious moments of life in sorrowful and troubled way. squandering away such precious moments when I want them to live their life to fullest , live to their hearts desire.

I just had a brilliant discussion and leg pulling conversation with one of my friends and when she felt she had lost on her argument and that there was no way except to accept that she wasn't reasoning effectively and her logic was flawed. She decides to get away with one of her very effective ways of saying " Al rite! Where do you wanna have dinner? ". This time i decided not to let her go easily as I was on a spree today pulling her leg and when she got a bit annoyed pampering her that and telling her how necessary it was for me to have such brain storming discussions with her (especially when she lost) as we have been doing it now for 6 years. Phew long time since i have been tolerating her ;). She has been my partner in crime, planning pranks, cracking jokes , passing comment's on others, deconstructing others thoughts .

Together we have burnt dance floors, have drunk like crazies to each others health, races in pool, checked out cuisines, mocking cocktails, been dragged to shopping, protected each other,
put life into craziest imaginations, been there done that .....


BUT today in spite of all the fun, i see that twinkle missing form her eye and she knows I know some thing's wrong and that it's impossible for her to hide from me but she knows whatever happens " I am there" and so i rest my mind because I know whats wrong " I can read her mind and I now her story".

She must understand time cannot be stalled and its only a matter of time and this too shall pass. Things have to take proper course and they need time. One must not rush.

Oh! did I tell you ?? we both love to dance and thats what we are best at and so we dance !! dance till we drop.

Been writing weird posts !! surprise

About Me

Whether it be social networking site like Orkut, Yaari or a your personnel blog or for that matter it might be application for job or visa one thing which is common between them is “About Me” section or better termed as “Your accomplishment and character section” standing long and on top giving me that blank look which almost gives me a feeling that I am nobody.

I have modified my “About me” ‘s so many times or rather wait revamped it completely so many times that sometimes I feel that if somebody was to compare my earlier “About Me” ‘s with what it is currently they would either think that I am insane or completely agitated by this futile, hollow and good for nothing section. Why is it that I have to tell people “What I am like?” They should be able to understand me on their own without using an “About Me” section as walking stick. Well, whatever I say I have seen people who love this section for different reasons, some like to boast, some express their parochial approach or some like to enlighten the world with their knowledge sham though I won’t take a completely pessimistic view I have come across certain “About Me” sections which are worth reading.

Infact I am so impressed by those few “About Me” sections that I personally thought of writing one for my self. You would be thinking he himself couldn’t escape from the overpowering urge of writing an “About Me” section. ;)

So, here it goes….

I feel I am super cool dude infact I am so cool that I can make u believe that you were bout to be vaporized into thin air without a trace if not for me who saved you from such immense heat wave by touching you. You would be wondering how I managed such a feat. It’s simple I am cool so once u come in my contact I took heat from you and you were saved as of me now I am HOT so now you can very well imagine what effect word HOT has on girls.

I am somebody who is master of all trades. There isn’t a thing in this world that I don’t know you might want to counter me by saying that I am wrong but u will realize one day that it was you who was wrong and not me. When you will realize that I cannot say because it depends on you and your tiny, birdlike brain to accept the universal fact that I am always right. I say so because I know in my heart the secrets of this universe which were buried some million years ago when I was a small kid to be hidden from prying eyes of venal and mercenary people.

I have negotiated the best deals till date, to recall some of my astonishing deals
I once sold handkerchief to a cloth merchant. I sold refrigerator to a man living in North Pole by making him realize the effect of global warming. I am crowned prince of the republic of hearts.

I am known to talk to animals and make them believe that they are humans. I am an artist who paints world in his own colors and then washes it off. I have been proclaimed leader of ferocious and valiant group of mutants who I have led in numerous wars against malevolent extra terrestrial creatures and have saved your life numerous times: D.

I have made best of friends with many people who live on other planets who have invited me plentiful times to their planet for new year and Christmas parties but I haven’t been able t go yet because I am busy exploring other galaxies many light years away even now while you read this I might be on another of my explore universe missions. ;)

I have made a time machine which I regularly use to ferry people from one millennium to another. I can’t still transport people from one era to another using time machine as I haven’t still developed that functionality though day is not far when I will take people to meet great friends of mine from past. To give u a subtle hint about my friends dinosaurs and Mammoths.

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I have reinvented the wheel many a times in new shapes like squares and pentagons. Now I plan to use gravity for flying high above. It’s anybody’s guess how?


:D :D ;) ;)

What do you think ?

The K- Saagaaaaaa continues


Love them or hate them you can’t ignore them. I am not talking about Himesh Reshamiya’s videos I am talking about our very own K-Soaps brigade. If there would have been an Oscar for Soaps, I am sure these archaic K-Serials would have won all awards hands down not because they are very enlightening but because they have consistently succeeded in selling themselves in spite of being preposterous.

Consider this on Monday u come back home early thinking you can catch up on some news or probably national geographic or some sci-fi thriller. Soon u sit in front of idiot box and surf through channels and you catch glimpse of “Kyunki saas bhi kabhi bahu thi” promo what an ironic title you think. If this is how Indian wives and daughter in laws are supposed to behave and act. I would say you better worry about your lives. As soon as clock strikes 9 in evening you can hear T.V sets in your neighborhood blaring at full volume with more advertisements than actual content no wonder retail is booming.

From 9 to 11 you have to tolerate this crap which does nothing except pollute your mind with all those heinous, iniquitous schemes of revenge and treachery. If you have religiously followed these soaps or even have had a chance to stumble on their promos you would find that they give birth to kids with only one motive and that is to take revenge. Nurturing this hope in their hearts they tell their kids stories of how they were cheated by their very own brothers and sisters and how their only soul motive in life is to have vengeance. No stress is laid on any of the grave problems like pollution, population, illiteracy in fact they themselves give birth to at least 5 kids. It’s a different story that all those kids would have either same father and different mothers or same mother and different fathers. These half brothers and sisters keep on fighting among them selves and then since this war is necessary to keep the TRP’s high this seed of hatred is passed on to their kids who zestfully fight till their kids takeover from them to keep up the family honor. Men wearing silk kurta’s and women clad in kanchivaram saris boldly spread the message of hatred and loath. They hide their mistakes under circumstantial situations and tide of emotions. Sardonically the title is “ Kahani ghar-ghar ki”. I sincerely hope that no home has such a story where you live just to take revenge and give your kids the same thinking. God forbids any home should have such a story. I hope they realize what they are passing on to viewers media is supposed to be showing soaps with some message and morals but here I cant see where the story is heading leave aside moral.

Yesterday only I saw this news on one of the news channels that character of our most obedient bahu was now going to be played by somebody else. Well, obviously its going to be a big change for the soaps viewers might accept or reject the new artist but does this piece of information make it so important that it is telecasted on national channels. People watch news channels to keep them abreast with happenings around the world and latest happenings in real world not to be updated with what is the latest development in these never ending sagas which are nothing more than futile attempts to entertain public.

Well one can pass the blame on the pretext that people want to see such masala stuff only. I beg to differ people will watch what you make them watch. I can clearly recall soaps like “Saans”, “Surbhi” and “KBC” which used to come at prime time and have notched high TRP’s consistently. People have no option on every channel you can see varied versions of “saas-bahu” saga being aired . Travelling full circle one has to settle for one of those mind-numbing, lack luster never ending tortures.

NeW YeAr EvE SpEcIaL

Count down has begun few hours left before year 2006 goes down memory lane and year 2007 comes in with fresh enthusiasm new hopes and aspirations.

Every year on 31st december I see this confusion on everybody's face when they are fighting a furious argument with themselves on deciding where to go? The trouble with most guys when deciding is which place would be best when they have to take their some one special out.Then comes the brain storming session between mind and heart .... disc or lounge or dinner or just a stroll hand in hand.

While I was enjoying tension on face of my cousin and trying my level best to supress my laughter balloon to burst. Idiot bowls a bouncer to me.. "Where would u have taken her?"

Now he is the one enjoying lines of tension on my face. Smiling cunningly and patting himself at job well done.I must admit Question is very complicated, Very orignal and imagintive:P :D

Well, anyways I jog back recall that special new year. Memories so fresh so clear i ask myself was it years back or was it just last year?

whatever it was there was a time when New year eve was the eve of giving her little surprises to see her inncocent smile when she recieved those surprises. When my priority new year resolution was too find the most romantic way of telling her how much I loved her. Days of planning before that eve to make sure everythng was in order. Roping in my frnds to make sure everything was as planned inspite of their protests and cursing that i was spoiling their preprations but thankfully the were always there to support and to work tirelessly to give shape to my most wildest and craziest imaginations lending me money which sometimes i took months to repay ;).

There was a time when joy on her face that one eve was enough to make me smile all throughout the year. That passion we shared which made us sail through all the tough times and rock in all the good times.

Alright lecture is over..:P
I Pause on for a moment to see the effect on my cousins face. Hoping that he understood what i wanted to convey.

Researching pick-up lines..... :P

I am sure title to this article is provocative and compelling enough for you to read it. Dont stop urself go ahead but before I publish the results of this reasearch team who had this whackiest idea of researching what effect some of the pickup lines have on girls.

Before i move on I must acknowledge cooperation of all my female friends who co-operated very patiently and tried to answer all questions with most lucid explanations to all my utterly annoying questions. ;)

Without much ado about everythng i will publish some of the findings now and keep rest to myself for my use.... :P ... Now Now!! dont snort at this idea..... just read on ......

So darker sex please read on........what fairer sex thinks

Key B: boy
G: girl

First
B: Are you a parking ticket?
G: what?
B: u have "fine" written all over u ....
G: Excuse me....goes away
(Thinks- nerve of that guy ......he has despo written all over him)

Second:
B: Can I borrow a buck?
G: What for?
B: I want to call my mom and tell her I just met the girl of my dreams.
G:( Now this grl is bold enough and over din of loud music retorts)
If you dont buzz off my dear you would need another buck to tell your mom that u have to get ur nose fixed. Your Mom didnt buy her dudley a mobile?

Third:
B: you have got beautiful eyes ! Havent seen u arnd here bfore?
G: Never Mind ! I hate parties Just a frnds bday
Thinks- Am not a sucker like you prowling every night for any hooker.
says to her frnd- How The hell did he notice my eyes ...i think he meant figure in place of eyes :P
She is Bitchy isnt she? ;)

Fourth:
B: You look like an angel. Can i Take the liberty of Transforming Myself into Ur angel?
G: Man havent You heard about the law of physics That opposites attract .....so logically i need a devil :P

Fifth:
B: Hey You Got dimples on Your cheek like pretty Zinta.
G: ahan....really thanks a tonne.....very creative
Though There is only one problem my boyfrnd thinks i got dimples like catherine zeta .....

lets put a stop here.....i must get this approved from ladies whos impeccable inputs made it possible. :P

The Days gone by..

Memories of the days gone by,
the forbidden treasure left by time.
Lock which holds the key to my heart,
burried by time only to be pulled out by time.

Fragrance of her hair,
as if spring in the air.
Face shining so bright,
Sun might run to hide.
Eyes bright like amber,
wont let you wander.
Her love so selfless,
it might make you jealous.

The perfectness for which no exemplar exists.
The feeling of bliss which you cant miss.
The axiom "Oh! so fine",
might not justify the panache so sublime.

Her caress filled with love and hope, I miss the most.
Her whispering "I love you", makes me say "i miss you".
Memories of the days gone by, refuse to blur
and my love for her refuses to stir.

gt it in a mail..............


Rohit woke up one fine morning with a huge hangover. He forced himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he saw is a couple of aspirins and a glass of water on the side table. He sat down and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed.

Rohit looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order,
spotless, clean. So is the rest of the house. He takes the aspirins and
notices a note on the table. "Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left
early to go shopping. Love You!"

So he goes to the kitchen and sure enough there is a hot breakfast and
the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating. Rohit
asks, "Son, what happened last night?"

His son says, "Well, you came home around 3 AM, drunk and delirious.
Broke some furniture, puked in the hallway, and gave yourself a black eye
when you stumbled into the door".

Totally Confused, Rohit asks, "So, why is everything in order and so clean, and breakfast is on the table waiting for
me? I should expect a big quarrel with her!"

His son replies, "Oh, that! Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when
she tried to take your clothes n shoes off, you said , "hey !!!!!!!
leave me alone! I'm married!"



Moral





Breakfast -- Rs. 100.00

Self-induced hangover -- Rs. 2000.00

Broken furniture -- Rs. 20,000.00

Saying The Right Thing While Drunk - PRICELESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PLEASURES OF GIVING

I woudn't call it an apt title to the article below for in today's world you might find that "pleasures of giving" are only relished when you are inflicting pain, agony, contempt or in being impertinent.


Probably if i were to retitle it

"PLEASURES OF SHARING"

This woudnt be considered an inapt title. I say this because I believe we have long forgotten the pleasures of giving and all that delights us these days is the act of barter. The simple balance of take and give. If we do a favour we expect a favour in return. So enthralled are we with this balance of give and take that the festivals and occasions of social gatherings are used fervently to get a task completed which has been hanging in abeyance for a long time.

The rich is getting Richer twice by the day and exponentially by the night and poor is being pushed to the limits of poverty. He is being graded for his persevearence to sustain in desolate and abject conditions though rich who aptly understands his responsiblity towards society and its deplorable condition which he considers his moral duty to help in improving donates now and then a small amount sometimes to cleanse the soul, to make his heart feel the peace and to ensure that he dosent go to hell after death. so, we need a favour even when we donate.I understand that charity exists just because it cleanses our sins. so, i can probably accept the idea that we ask god to forgive us by helping others.

I am more disapointed by the fact that even love which is supposed to be selfless in its nature hasnt been spared by this mindset of barter. Few days back only i overheard love birds figting over such a trivial matter that is worthless to mention but nevertheless i would tell u. Topic of argument was why is it I who calls you everytime and you never do it.If we fight over such trivial matters how can we even think of spending lives together whose prerequisites are mutual trusts and understanding.

well, I just hope the picture isn't that bad because we still have with us people who do acts of selflessness without any ulterior motives. Likes of Warren Buffet who donate such humoungus amounts without expecting anything.I hope our generation follows their footsteps and then probably one day I hope to pen down a writeup on
"PLEASURES OF GIVING".

Though it is funny but i just remembered a saying I read somewhere
"In god we trust, all others must pay cash."
;)

RAIN NOT IN VAIN


Feel the pain when it rains for it is in vain to stake the claim,
Lonliness claims the fort as my heart holds her close.

Clouds mock me for being resistant,
but they cry feeling my persistence.

Moths tend to guide towards light,
but alas short is their flight.

As raindrops trickle down towards my heart.
I lounge for her warmth that has always created a spark.

As wind blows caressing my face,
I remember her memories which i still embrace.

Rain stops, Clouds recede, puddles dry, water recedes
but her memories don't. They refuse a fight erupts between me and myself. My mind says they make u weak, Vulnerable and Unstable. My heart says its the only strenth i have without them I am shattered that is the only glue that binds me.

Vacillating between the two stands I wish if i had one more chance things would have been different .......but then what difference does it make to you.

THE MAN OF STEEL RETURNS


If you are thinking about a superman dressed in blue and red garb then you are both right and wrong because I am refering to our own Indian super hero........no no.....if you have concluded that I am going to write an article on trying to bring to light how our homegrown superheroes (Krish) have started following Hollywood trend. I would say dont be impatient.

I am refering to our very own steel baron Mr. Laxmi Mittal. A man who by his sheer determination and lasting guts overcame all the opposition and has vanquished all suspicions which tried to put doubt on his flawless planning and global vision.

No wonder THE ECONOMIC TIMES promptly stated
" call it the victory of Indian 'colone' over European 'perfume'."

With saga that started on 14th Jan'06 when Mr. Mittal talked to Arcelor CEO about possibility of Mittal steel acquiring Arcelor which he turned down to 26th Jun'06 when Arcelor board decided to accept the improved offer by Mittal steel.

When he left India in 1976 who would have thought this man would spear head world's steal industry with comfortable family holding of 43.5% of Arcelor Mittal he is definately leading.The combined entity has capacity of 130mt i.e. 10% of worlds steel output, 61 steel plants in 27 countries a feeding hand to 3,20,000.The figure just shows how seminal this merger is and just shows how world is now awakening to the presence of INDIA INC. on the global economic front.

Today every Indian is proud of steel baron who has proved that globalization is not a one way street if India is open to foreign investment and welcomes them so should foreign countries.

The man truly posses nerves of steel as it is not a small feat to achieve the position he has acquired in just a span of 20 years. He has taken great risks and has proved that his meticulous planning is perfect to every step.

He is a man who turned most of ailing and ageing steel plants into profitable ventures. He has proved once again that thinking out of the box is what matters you might do same things but you have to do them in a different way.

Way to go king Mittal.....