for a while now...whenever i come onto this blog...and think i want to write something...i struggle...i dunno why
there was a time i used to be able to write what i felt, how i felt, whenever i felt it...actually that's starting to sound a bit pornographic..
it's monday afternoon...1:20pm...questions abound in my head...about people...about work...about how ambiguous i want to keep this particular piece :P ...i've had that happen before - where i'll pretty much say what i want without taking a name...and yet that person and others connected to him / her (who am i kidding..it's usually a her) ...will know i'm talking about her...
that's when it has to do with people...
why are we so diplomatic...why am i so diplomatic...not wanting to 'create a stir'...ruffle feathers per se...not that people are birds...but there are plenty of birdbrains around...
aah fuck it...i can't do this diplomatic shit...
so....actually i can't write what i want to write...
it's amazing...in the past as well, i've written about someone (not necessarily a her)...and just cuz someone in a group of people was also reading my blog - they would announce it to everyone else...and then depending on the contents of the blog, people would like it - hate it - hate me...blah blah blah...who cares man...people will always have their opinions..if their own perceptions of someone else's words are causing them so much grief - then good luck to them and my compliments to the psychiatrist who has to deal with shitbags like them..
for once - i feel like bitching about people...i mean, aren't you supposed to do that also on a blog? rave and rant...why does everything have to be nice...and positive...
a friend of mine said recently that i'm 'overtly positive...it's almost unnatural' ...it isn't. It's a state of mind. Like right now...i'm in the mood to whine and bitch about people...and yet, i'll just talk about all that - i wont actually bitch about anyone cuz it isn't me...but then i would if i were taling in person to someone and i knew him/her well...and viceversa....
occassionally i read a sexblog called - thegirlwithaonetrackmind.blogspot.com - which is quite racy...actually, it used to be...eversince this woman has become famous, she goes on and on about 'this cause i'm involved in' or 'that interview i did'...which is all fine and dandy...but in that case, let her start a separate blog with her new identity - or her original one, now that everyone knows who she is...i just used to go there to read about the sex...some've it was pretty useful information. But then there's only so much you can read about sex...not in her blog's case though...go back to her archives of say a year ago and there's some decent stuff to read...the same as this blog actually..
i feel trapped when things dont happen or move as fast as i want them to...i mean, i get impatient...with work...and with personal life...
i'm also very irritated about my brother going off to Dubai again...stupid pig dog type fellow...going for a bloody month! (grumble grumble)
i'm tired and sleepy and cranky and i want to swim in the sea...laze around on the beach...
do you know that most people even fart consciously? I mean...what's with the world thinking 200 times about lettin one ripp! Besides the fumes ofcourse...but then when we're around people and we fart...and if it's even remotely audible - we get all conscious and what not....why cant the world be a place where we could all just happily walk around and fart at will?
i'm also getting cranky cuz i haven't been for class in three weeks and i'm sick of my own damn procrastination...i want to get my black belt already!!!!!
i want to grumble and bitch and whine...but now i think i'm feeling better after grumbling and bitching and whining so much and so i'm going to stop grumbling and bitching and whining though grumbling and bitching and whining can be addictive...i can understand why other people like to grumble and bitch and whine...now this repetition is getting irritating...so bye!
I think dogs have a 'pee control' button somewhere inside their bodies - they seem to have the ability to piss at will when they go for walks. It's like this rationing mechanism: "I can see another 20 cars so i'll let go of only this much (pissssssss....aaaaahh) ...good...sniff sniff...no piss here....sniff sniff sniff sniff.....no piss here....hello there cutie....sniff sniff sniff...she isn't on heat...bummer.....(pissssssssssss....ahhhh)" ...and so on. One've god's marvels.
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A good cup of black tea - no milk, no sugar - is really good to 'clean up' ur system of all the toxins of the previous night...or day....as the case may have been. In that - if you had a 'busy night', it might not necessarily be the toxins you need to get out...but will feel like a nice energy boost hehe
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Traffic is a bitch. And i'm married to my car.
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I want to buy a helicopter to get me from Sarjapur Road to here. And no - it isn't some godforsaken village in the back of beyond!
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Some clients are a pain in the ass. Like a bad rash you might have there. Or when you have worms and you keep scratching - so some clients are like worms. I wish there was a 'de-clienting' pill to get rid of them.
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I have a grading today and i'm gonna get FAAAKD. And not in the way i'd like it to be.
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Randomn writing is fun.
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Gardens look so gloomy in the winter. Winter is so gloomy. Well, not completely - i like the cool breeze through the day and if it's reasonably bright. Feels fresh. So winter isn't all that bad.
Have you noticed how, sometimes, you start talking about something with one opinion of it and by the end of the topic, you end up contradicting yourself? hehehe
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I wonder what Christmas and New Years will be like this year. I hope it'll be nice :)
...if that title makes any sense...
went to Cohiba Club last night after some general mauj masti at Tavern hehe...it was kinda strange seeing Tavern so 'empty' - in that, ur usually used to seeing it so jam packed! Full of smoke and what not...we were theorizing that it must've been cuz of the IMFF (sounds like one maa behen gaali) with all the men and women going to watch men strut their stuff. (that sentence makes sense only because Bangalore is supposedly the gay capital of India *bling*) ...
Mannnn....i had the-most-DISSGUUSSTING cigar i have EVER had in my life.....i mean it looked cool and all with a beer in one hand and a cigar in the other hehe...but yuckkkk!!
Basically - i'm not a Cigar kinda person (unlike old man Bill) ...so mon frere et moi decided to chumma have a cigar 'for kicks'....so 'for kicks' i looked up the 'cigar menu' and got a nice little 'kick' too! ....800....1400...750....700....(there's hope still)....1600....(shit!) ...so i said to the waiter:
"Oh waiiittah, humkoo ceegaarr smoke karna mangta hai...zyaada mehengaa naaheen"
Mr.Waiter: (what the fuck?!!)
"Oh....ahem...can we take a look at your cigars?"
"Sure sir...this way"
And he proceeds to take Z boy and me boy to the little cigar room (that doesn't sound right) where we see these wide variety of cigars in different girths and lengths (okayyy....lets change the tone of this thing) ...so basically it came down to two of them - one was 300 and the other 350 - and us being the smart boys that we were, we took the one that was 350 - cuz it was bigger! (paisa vasool)
In dancing around like mad people (the music was rocking) we smoked and drank and all that and i diligently puffed on the cigar and just as diligently coughed, spattered and cursed the very creator of this vile thing! Bledy naansense
Had a lot of alcohol gurgling around in my veins by the end of it all...got home and ZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzz....tring tring....'hello?'.....then some hours later....ZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.....cukdoo ckdoooooo....
*dishkaoo* *dishkaoo*
chicken kabab for breakfast
....I'm sitting at the bank waiting for a letter verifying my residential address to be the same as per the bank records - signed by the bank manager. I will then submit this letter along with my application for a new passport.
I wrote a letter to the bank manager -he 'ok'ed my request, following which it was just a matter of typing it out on the bank letterhead and getting the bank managers signature. Instead of that happening - i'm now being asked to wait because the 'middleman' who will type my letter, needs to verify if I did infact submit my proof of residence when I opened the account on the 18th of May -2005.
Why? Because when I first asked him about this letter, he said it can't be done - and when I said it could (which he knew) he basically got ticked off. He got ticked off because I told him that he couldn't do his job whichever way suited him best - and I being the customer, I came first.
The same way, the security guard has been giving me grief - everytime I come here - about not parking in one've the slots that're vacant - cuz its not bank parking - its the medical company's parking or this company or that company - every other company that's in the building,except the bank. And he has been a ROYAL pain every single time.
Why? Because he has authority over the parking and he feels he can screw anybody whenever he wants (though the opposite is more likely to be true).
This is just blatant ineptitude. I mean, to know that something can be sorted very easily and politely - but you choose to make someone elses life difficult - 'just because'
''Just because?? What the fuck is 'just because'????!!!'
It's just daft. And in all honesty, i've been daft myself - on a few occassions.
I mean....this attitude harks back to the 80's when the economy hadn't yet opened up, and people were struggling, so corruption was on a high - from the govenrment head to the clerk at the government office - and all companies functioned like government offices, because that's the only way they knew how to function. Infact, most hindi movies dating from the early to late 70's had some form of struggle around which was built the story...the dancing around trees remained ofcourse.
And following the opening of the economy in the 90's and the influx of multinationals soon after - people started realizing the need for 'professional management'...it didn't happen overnight - people are still making the shift even today - but it started the process. Having said that, this 'government office' tag has stayed with a lot of people. It's almost as if the 'pre-globalization' of the economy era - were their glory years! It's quite warped....and it's just daft.
I love that word. 'Daft'. It's so much better than calling someone a 'fool' or 'idiot' or anything else like that...
It's like the 'C' word. Far more effective than the 'f' word. I once called someone a 'daft c_ _ _'. Suffice to say, the argument ended soon after.
Anyway, this 'gornamunt' attitude....i know it'll change - eventually. I guess in a way it'll take as long as it does to flush out the old guard and their old habits from the system. It's much like people nowadays are very encouraging of younger politicians joining politics (Omar Abdullah, Mr.Scindia Jr, Rahul Gandhi) - cuz we feel these are the people that'll bring about the change in our system.
How much of a change it'll actually be and to what extent - only time will tell. As long as they avoid going down the pot-bellied, balding, pan-chewing, money-grabbing route of their predecessors - we should be ok.
Namashkaar. Hamra naam hain Bholu Kanhaiyalaal - aur voh bhi ae ....kaa bolat hain....haaan...aur voh bhi ischliye kayonki hamri ek laal gae hain. Voh gao vaalon dekhat rahe hamari gae ko - aur hamra naam rakh liya Kanhaiyalaal
HAEHAEHAEHAEHAE.....ahuuo...hmmm...aur kanhaiya kaiyonki hum thodi kaale hain...
Ik din kaa kua - hamri gae jo hain na...voh haraa rang ka paani nikaal rahi thi....haen? ...nahi samjhe?? ....aaaa.....voh kahat hain na usse.....loooj....looj....arrey!....haaan....looj mashaan....hamari gae ko looj mashaaan ho gaya tha....
to hum soche, "arrey...eee sasur ka hoi gava?! Itna looj mashaan nikaale gi to doodh bhi vaheen se nikala jaavat!" ....hum the bade pareshaan....
phir hamra gao ka daaktur...Misraji...voh aee. Hum unhe poochat, "Meesraajee, ee gae ko tanik theek keejiye! Ee sasuri hamara doodh bhi nikaal baithegi!"
Meesraajee bole, "Arre sasura tum pagal ho kaa?!? Hume bolat ho ki humri betee bimaar hai...voh sasuri haraa pani nikaala hai...hum soche tum kauno pagal to nahi ho gaye ho, to hum chale aee - aene k baad humhe kahat ho ki tumhri beteen gaeehain!! Humhe to sarpanchvaa se kumplaant karna chahiye ki poore gaovaloon ki gayeen ko tumhri boori nazar lag sakat hain! Pataa nahi tum raat ko tabaelen mein jaa kar kaa karat ho!!!!"
B - "Arrey meesrajee...kahe gussa hoth ho? Humri Chamiya ki taabayaat theek kardo bhaee"
M - "Chamiyaa?!!"
B - "...eeh.....eh he .....voh is sasuri ka naam rakhen hain hum"
M - "Bholu - tumhra demaag ka ilaaj karna chahi ...filhaal hum ee sasuri ko dekhat hain.............
.....oh ho.....eeka kaaa khilaei hain tum?"
B - "...kuch nahi sarkaar....hum kal raat ko shher se gae ka burger lekar aee the - to isko bhi thoda dae diya"
M - ".................."
B - "??"
M - "Tum ek gae ko gae khilaye ho?"
B - "Haan sarkaar...kyon kaono galti kare hain kaa?"
M - "Bholu, tumhre bheje mein gobar hain gobar! Ee gae ki ghaan mein sirf paani hain - tumhre bheje mein saaaraa GOBARRR!!!!"
B - "...ehe ....aap ke bhi bheje mein hai kaa sarkaar?"
Aur iske baad, Meesraaajee humhre peechee peechee bhaagte bhaagte...aur hum aage aage nikal gaye....
Shayad gae ka burger gae ko nahi khilvaana chahi....sochne ki baat hain....
Airport terminals are like the maternity ward of a giant hospital....with everyone 'waiting'...with anxiety...and this expression of, ''what am I gonna do next?''
everyone looks so stressed for some reason :) ....wonder why...
They're all lost in their heads somewhere...someone should make a machine where you can 'plug into' people's thoughts...so once ur at the airport - you'll have more entertainment than you could ever dream of! Its like you'd walk around with your headphones and 'plug into' whichever station you wanted...
Ofcourse, this way, people could even charge for someone to plug into their thoughts. Like, imagine Vijjay Mallya was at the airport terminal and you wanted to 'plug into' his thoughts...dude...just think of how much money he'd make by doing - nothing! ..then again, I don't think he needs anymore..unless he's making some plans for world domination. Which I'm sure he is.
You'd have relationship gurus sitting and jotting down their thoughts, while you got a 'sneak hear' into their next bestseller....you'd have pornstars giving you your 'fix' - sitting right there in front of you...with no touching at all ;) ...and ofcourse - the maximum choice would be of the 'saas bahu' rona dhona type channels.....and even if it wasn't a true story - I'm sure you'd be able to atleast catch last nights episode from Zee!
I had the most delicious apple dry ice martini last night...and then i had another...and another (i think)...before which i had a glass of draught beer...
I suddenly have this new found respect for beer drinkers...beer from the tap is actually quite refreshing...i've always had bottled beer - the rare occassions i've had a sip - and even that much is enough to turn me off...
..but fresh beer is quite yummy...though i really can't hold my drink and by the second glass i start feeling drowsy...but i get all happy...that's what happened last night with the martinis...
Have a friend of mine down from bombay, the same guy i started the studio with...he's here, looking to join some big studio, wants to eventually go to london and work there...so him, this other friend and myself went out to a lounge for some private party..good fun...free booze and food - so who's complaining! ...watched the Sri Lanka - New Zealand match....talked about Sri Lankan air-hostesses and how my good friend has had his fair share of them! ...in between all this i got quite high and emotional, so full on reminiscing happened about college and all the shit we used to get into :)
I've also noticed that once im reasonably high...consuming more alcohol has the same effect like consuming water! ...the trick is to down the drink and not think twenty times about, "this is my 7th drink.."...just glug it down and the world is a fuzzier place...nice blurry pictures...strange people all around hehe...
Dad's birthday today, so gonna pick up shades for him...he loves sun glasses...then tomorrow is 'pecha-kucha' nite (pecha-kucha.org) ...a design karaoke of sorts, lets see what it's like...and on friday is 'design friday'...so full socializing this week...should be fun...will write again soon!
