Let it come. Let it not come back.

I thought that day had come and gone.
Alas, I was wrong.
I'm looking for it to come again.
I've been waiting for it since long.

Sometimes I pray.
Sometimes I wonder.
Sometimes I stare at the ceiling, just like that.

I know not what awaits me.
Maybe it's meant to be that way.
And i know, for sure, it's a fact.

But about one thing i'm certain,
after that moment comes again,
I'd never want it to once again come back.

:-)

Watchtower (with some cool sunlight effects)

Yahoo Uncannies Award Entry

OK!

Not the smartest title ever. But i'm trying to keep it as simple as possible.

- Go to www.uncannies.com and click on 'PRINT'

OR

- Click here

AND THEN VOTE FOR ME


...and if you're really generous, you can also check the radio section.
Which is (ahem) here



And if you've not got a YAHOO ID...don't bother. It's not worth the effort!!!

The Time Machine.

Why can’t it be built?
Why can’t I go back in time?
Why can’t I undo the wrong?
Why can’t I undo the right turned wrong?

And if I do manage?

Will I not have written what I am writing?
Would something change?
Would an unearthly hour not demand and unearthly post?
Would the ship be anchored halfway past the coast?

50 stock expressions of a creative person

(and before we begin....
let me quote the source

http://orchardfresh.blogspot.com/search?q=50+stock+expressions+of+a+creative+person


enjoy the list.....
the ones i really like are
13, 14, 24, 39, 45,
....and of course number 6)


1. Where's the brief?
2. You call this a brief?
3. I like the font you've used in the brief.
4. Where's the insight?
5. When do you need it?
6. F*ck off.
7. Go take a jump.
8. This is unacceptable.
9. I think I've cracked it…
10. I have a fantastic idea…
11. The scene opens in a beach in Australia…
12. Is it hot?
13. Will it win?
14. It's been done before.
15. I did this some ten years ago.
16. There's a thought there…
17. I have a better idea…
18. It's a good idea but will it work?
19. I think it will get a nomination.
20. Fabulous idea. We should park it for some other client…
21. We have the idea. We just need a logo.
22. Can we get this released before December 31stt?
23. Is the font size too big?
24. Let's not put our key number on this ad.
25. Let's upload it to the Archive.
26. I think I've earned my salary for the year.
27. I'll buy you a beer if you can sell this ad.
28. I am not coming for the meeting…
29. We've looked at it from all angles…
30. We are quite excited with the work…
31. I am sure you'll love it…
32. Of course, your customers will get it!
33. Trust me, the campaign will work.
34. Bastards they killed it.
35. The joker didn't get the ad.
36. He can't tell his arse from his elbow.
37. I am not gonna work on it
38. You have two options. Take it or leave it.
39. Come let's go for a smoke.
40. What are you doing for lunch?
41. Let's sleep over it.
42. We've started brainstorming.
43. We are working on it.
44. We are not happy with the idea.
45. Call up the client and postpone the meeting.
46. I think I deserve a break.
47. Let's hire some good looking chicks.
48. Did you see that commercial? It was terrible.
49. How many metals did O&M get?
50. I am quitting.


(i would like to add a few...

51. Let's have a Con-Call with the client
52. Dude... bahut laga pada hai
53. Let's do this tomorrow
54. I tried to explain it to them, but those fuckers don't understand yaar!
55. Do you ever bother to ask them why?
56. Sorry boss, ask my senior.
57. Bhug bosadike
58. Of course i function like a Jukebox when it comes to lines. Coin toh daal!
59. It will look good after the art guy is done with it. Fikar not.
60. Shit! We have to give it at three? Push kar na!

The DVD Song

Kya chahiye?

I need a new way to think
I need the missing link
I need something worth looking forward to
I need to repair my torn shoe


I need to compose like I’ve never done before
I need to look through someone else’s eyes and not my own
I need someone who’s just like you
And more importantly I need to stay away from you

I need to learn not to stick to anything like glue
I need to appreciate the things I am due
I need to make up for lost time
I need to regain what’s mine

I need to let go off of the things that bother me
I need to pretend I’m not caged but free
I need to get some sleep
I need to dream instead of counting sheep

Christmas Tree @ Bates 141 (my office)

...and you thought recession hadn't hit us as yet.

Chanced upon....

...this quote in the film ‘Evan Almighty’. For those of you who have seen ‘Bruce Almighty’ you’ll recognise the geeky reporter as Evan.

There’s a scene where Evan’s wife leaves him and that’s when god appears to her and says…

God: Let me ask you something. If someone prays for patience, you think God gives them patience? Or does he give them the opportunity to be patient? If he prayed for courage, does God give him courage, or does he give him opportunities to be courageous? If someone prayed for the family to be closer, do you think God zaps them with warm fuzzy feelings, or does he give them opportunities to love each other?

(Ok! Strong poetic words that emote feelings isn’t my forte…..guess even an imbecile would have come to that conclusion if he’d have read any of my other posts. So don’t kill me for this one J )

On a crazier note I think people should be happy to be alive after all the shit that’s happened to Mumbai in the recent times.

Whatever be the state of the city, we still go to work each morning with that ‘I don’t give a rat’s ass’ attitude.

Would we ever change? ...(can’t say anything about myself…coz I don’t know anything about myself anyway)

The one thing - Originally by Paul Colman

Just love the way it's been looped

I don't give a ...

Q: Will we play on stage? A: Definitely Maybe

Twisted

Here yee Hear yee

Time for a rant or something else as good as free

Let’s try to post a rhyme this time

Let’s try to see if I can go on

Pretending that I actually care for what I write

Pretending that this is like (ahem) a beautiful song

I know that this post is really off, what you’ll normally see here

I know you’re wondering why

I know this is going nowhere

Heck…so are you and I

Was thinking of listening to a song as I write

But decided that it’s best not to fight

The silence that once was here

Was thinking of writing something that makes sense

No I’m not crazy and no I’m not queer

And if you’ve been paying attention

I’ve broken the meter

Time and again, as I go steadily on

It’s time to let the odd words loose

It’s time to end this twisted song

I need some answers

Just give them to me. You already know
what the question is. Right?

Why so serious?

The birds the bees,
the flowers and trees.
All jump about in joy

This day I feel so wonderful.
Hey! It’s a present, a brand new toy.

I sleep with no worries.
There’s a rainbow over my head.
What more can I possible expect?

I’m happy to say,
believe me if you may.

I have absolutely no regrets.

When two electric guitars meet...and break a G-string

What’s better, showing up late or showing up dead?

(The first post from the mobile phone)

Writing this post from my cell. Feeling really weird right now, actually. I’m in the train, right in the first compartment. Just a few minutes ago I watching ‘heroes’ on my iPod.… and the next thing I see, is a man bleeding from the head, all limp on the stretcher, lying in front of me

Maybe he’d got out of his home this morning, thinking he’s had a bad day. It couldn’t get worse, cud it…..you never know what’s going to hit you. Crow shit, below a tree…a train that didn’t expect you….or life. It’s all too unreal. But so so real at the same time… I’m just not used to death…fuck, who is?

Cud be why I’m frantically typin…not knowing what’s going to come my way….i wanted to pray for him…but I didn’t know what. So I just said….’I pray for peace for your family’ I don’t know if that’s the best I could do. But I’d like to believe I tried. May his soul rest in peace. (at the risk of sounding all preachy on your ass…I’d like to say…pls pls don’t cross the tracks. Showing up late is surely better than showing up dead)

What do you think?

The past

Was just going through some of my earlier posts. For a second there I was like “Is that actually me?” Somehow I enjoyed my post (unlike popular belief….a self proclaimed one at that!!!)

So, what brings me to writing today? Well, I’m in office. And it’s Saturday. And this sucks!

It’s not that bad, if I do think of it. Coz there’s an opportunity to think of some good scripts for Virgin Mobile.

Ok let me run off now…..looks like my boss is waiting in ‘I’ll-fuck-your-happiness-if you-don’t-reach-the-meeting-room-in-5-minutes’ anticipation.

:-P

Wah! kya ambient idea hai!

...as seen on the 'handle' of a B.E.S.T. bus in Mumbai

OooooooKkkkkkkk

Hmm…just happened to read this http://smellypinkcat.blogspot.com/

…and I also happened to read the links at the right hand corner …and lookie…..i feature on it.

Why?.....heck …even I don’t know the answer to that…after all…why would anyone subject themselves to my writing?

...something to think about

“Everything will be alright in the end. If it is not, its not the end!”

Things like these...happen.

J

Just thought of posting this joke (hmm…can I really call it that) on my blog.

The setting:

Guy and girl are 25 something.

Guy’s parents meet girls parents (let’s assume around new year)

So…

Girls father asks guy (in a very I’ll-kick-your-ass-if-you-don’t- give-the-right-answer kinda way) : So, young man, what are your intensions?

Guy (obviously smashed on his 5^th beer thinks he’s been asked about his attendance in college) : “Very…VERY BAD”

Father walks away…not knowing what to do.

(ok ….I admit …that wasn’t funny…heck, I had a bad week….was at work most of the time…..screw the funny stuff.)

Ahem...

Give me some direction,

I ask of it today.

The road ahead, I cannot see.

My thoughts are softer than clay.

I walk along the lonely path.

I walk along the way.

Someone give me some torchlight,

So I can pretend it’s day.

Surrounded

Last night I had been to an informal house-party at lucy’s. The party was to start at about 7 (which by Indian standards means 9). And it did (kind of) start at 9.

The first 20 odd minutes went off pretty slow. The music wasn’t blaring, coz we were waiting for Lucy to fetch the wire that connects the laptop to the sound system. And basically we just looked at her family and they looked back at us. We even looked at her other friends, and they looked back. We had our share of chips and pepsi (and I don’t exactly know why there wasn’t any booze…..would have been superb J with some)

Anyway.

We somehow get the music system in place. And Nikhil (the DJ that he is) kept dancing to the numbers, though nobody else seems to be as excited and jumpy as he.

I believe we all were a bit tired, coming back from work and god knows what.

…..ok blah blah ….this is getting too narrative…so I’ll cut directly to after the dinner.

I had brought my guitar along. So thought I’d play some songs and Lucy and Jwelyn will sing. And we’ll basically have a good time.

But I was mistaken.

I started to play…and before I knew it I was surrounded by all the aunty and uncles I didn’t know. And each one was singing at his/her own pace. Not to mention, the songs that they sang….we’ll I think they were created in the prehistoric age.

Now surrounded by the old folk, I had no escape……so I started to work my brain to say a few magical word “hmm…I don’t to play THAT song”.

So, no matter what they requested, I pretended not to know the song. Special thanks to my friends who insisted on leaving me there, while they themselves prepared to fly away.

…..at the end of it all , I did manage to break free(the magic words did the trick)

But the day wasn’t so bad. I still don’t believe that lucy is getting married. I don’t believe we can no longer be the “vela” children we were. I still detest the fact that we’re no more into that I’m-not-doing-my-homework-I’m-watching-TV phase.

Alas.

Food for thought

There are some who are dying of hunger…

Many have no place to live in…

They’ve got clothes that are no more than a mangy handkerchief…

Roads too bad to be called roads…

Services bad enough to make you want to do things yourself…

BUT FUCK ALL THAT

….THE INDIAN TEAM HAS WON

LET’S SHOWER THEM WITH LOADS OF MONEY.

They are the ones that really need it ….right?

Beginning this piece listening to “Vincent”.....

Don’t know what’s going to come out …letters appearing on the screen as I type with callous fingers. The day has been slow. The only thing worth mentioning about today is the time I spent with my guitar today (after a long time)

Wanted to compose a song …but I knew that my mind wasn’t going to work that way …today.

Let’s take the slow train instead.

But I reconsider. It’s “faster” in a fast….(threw you off guard, didn’t i?)

Actually the music abruptly changed ….and maybe that’s why this post too is going to be like the way I always do… smile.

Eight glasses of water

That’s what we’re supposed to have each day. “You’ll be dehydrated if you don’t have 8 glasses a day”, people say. Little do they know.

The other day I was watching this documentary on discovery which had conducted an experiment on two identical twins, for a whole week. Both the twins were given identical meals. The only difference being that one twin was given 8 glasses of water and the other no water at all (ouch…you must be saying to yourself….chill …read on)

At the end of the experiment the twins were clinically tested for moisture content. It was found that neither twin was dehydrated (ok…don’t go to sleep….the lousy story is almost over).

The food that they ate supplied both of them with the water that their bodies needed.

So if you don’t get 8 glasses of water a day (as in actual glasses of water), YOU’RE NOT GOING TO DIE OF DEHYDRATION

(on that note I shal have some water … J)

And while I write all this crap …I’m suddenly famished....KHAANNNNAAAAAAA KIDHAR HAIIIIIII??????

The song's done

check it out here

http://austin.albert.dsouza.googlepages.com/home

it's the FIRST track ....though you're free to see the other ones too




party on :-)

it's I-day today ....and here's one of the two things i did (can't tell you the other thing i did *winkwink)

(ok ...just so you don't get weird ideas......i wrote a song ...but it's not finished ...so...you gotta wait)

Online banners

Checkout some cool online banners .....here http://www.bannerblog.com.au

Not yet but almost…

…down with a cold. Head’s heavy. Wished I had a runny nose. Feel like cracking my skull to take out the phlegm.

Maybe some other day…

I’ve just signed on an artwork that’s taken a whole year to see the light of day. Sure I did write the original draft…and the rewritten copy. But that doesn’t change the fact that it’s actually been a whole year. Ever since it began, it has changed colour, shape and copy so many times that I hardly remember what it earlier was supposed to be. Ahh…yes …in the good old days it was supposed to be a SUPER DUPER premium ad. Well….I dare not say anything, least I jinx it.

But life still goes on…I guess.

The changing of groups has got me good things …..And I think I MIGHT have written about it in an earlier post (or not), but it’s not that time of the day that I’m going to repeat myself… (Or not again)

Well …I can talk about my new phone. It’s a SONY K510i

My first phone was a Nokia 6600….and it got so badly fucked that I had to either let the phone go or pay 4,500 for it

I chose the former.

….and to add to that fact my new phone is just 4,800….and it’s got a better camera than the earlier phone …and it should (hopefully) be a lot better. It’s got almost the same features ….but it’s a Sony Ericsson. And I’ll need some time getting used to it.

Sometimes I think I should reread and edit what I write in my blog…coz the other day gill (my boss) asked if I have a blog, and I gave him the link. To be frank, I don’t think I should edit stuff. Coz I really want this space to be a reflection of what I’m thinking in the present moment ….I don’t care if I say “What the fucking shit have I written” and write it down …even if it makes no sense. I want it to be a written record of my present state of mind.

Need for speed….most wanted (black edition)

Been playing this is office … (when on a break of course). It makes me remember of the times when Arnold (my cousin) and I used to play NFS3 all day and night.

The day used to begin at 12.30 (sometimes 2.30) …just in time for lunch. Switching the computer and waiting for it to turn seemed like a good time to grab a bite. And then began a whole 18 hours of non-stop NFS’ing. Sure our thumbs would pain after a while ….but all that was futile …coz we had to chase the cops ….we had to win.

Looking back I realise how addicted we were to the game….but I don’t see any harm in it. It was good fun then. It still is good fun now.

And in true www.knowsnot.blogspot.com style…this second half of this post is written on the next day ….coz I had to get some work done (ya right!)

So I bid farewell till the time I think it’s wise to write

PS: Been happy about the fact that I’ve a lot to thank god for in my life …. (Ok too philosophical for this blog…so I’ll stop here)

Pepsi – wanna top ka is my music

Hey …just bounced into this micro site by Pepsi

www.pepsizone.yahoo.co.in

I think it’s pretty neat for someone who has ear for music, but doesn’t know how to actually play an instrument. That’s because the interface is so simple that even if you don’t know which beat to use where ……it still sounds like you do.

For those who have used garage band in the past, this site would be a cakewalk. You simple drag-drop the required sounds, bass, guitar riffs and bass to suit the mood you’re looking for ….and voila

Undefined:

http://pepsizone.yahoo.co.in/music/play.php?mix=132

Egarag:

http://pepsizone.yahoo.co.in/music/play.php?mix=135

Lakado:

http://pepsizone.yahoo.co.in/music/play.php?mix=138

Control freak (made by arundhati) http://pepsizone.yahoo.co.in/music/play.php?mix=14605

Tuesday house (made by arundhati) http://pepsizone.yahoo.co.in/music/play.php?mix=14623

Trial dodo

http://pepsizone.yahoo.co.in/music/play.php?mix=16982

Trippy slippy

http://pepsizone.yahoo.co.in/music/play.php?mix=17864

I’ve been at it for a while now….and created a few tracks ….do check them out (in case you have nothing much to do in your life)

:-) cheers :-)

GOAAAAAAAAAFEST

I think I should write …while I am still excited about it


Been to goa these last few days. Beer by the sea, forged papers, trance music, bumping into someone I’ve not met in months….it’s the stuff movies can be made of (a very cheap movie at that…heheh)


Bates David Enterprise…that’s where I’m currently working. And in their infinite mercy they decide to send 25 of its under 30 slaves to goa.

As luck would have it …I got upgraded to that list cause a few of the higher slaves went off the list.


And so with open arms this agency scum got a flight ticket ( in the name of another person) to himself. Forging papers to fly …was no easy task ….but it all went off without a hitch.

It was my first flight …….and my first time to Goa. And what a time it was.

Booze by the sea, booze at the hotel…..booze on our way there and back. And all that was there was the sand between my toes. The trance music in my ears. The photographs I have in my digicam.

Day one was a REAL adventure.
We were put up into a hotel (Varca Palms) that was a stone throw away from the actual goafest venue. But it was like a light year (and 800 bucks) away from our other colleagues who were put up at a hotel called ALA GOA.
SO WE DID WHAT WE HAD TO

Pull some strings with the organisers by faking an excuse
“ we have to reach the conclave …errr…..but before that we have to pick up a bag from ALA GOA”

sure enough the trick didn’t work….coz the guy we contacted was super cool

he just asked us “ WHAT IS THIS REALLY ABOUT???”

after which we spilled the beans ….only to find ourselves chauffer-driven to ALA GOA….and duly accommodated there……hats off to the organisers who understood our “friendly” plight.

By this time it was already evening and we were starving …..just the thought of not having anything since we left Bombay …and the goan food to come made us hallucinate…..till we reached the food at one of the shacks at beach ….err…what was the name of that beach again??……haa….BetalBatim…( or BetalBati as it is pronounced)

Then came the chilling at the beach till morning….the beers….the sea….the quietness.
The only quietness we’d have in goa….the rest was as noisy as it could get.

Day two…the fest begins
With all that I thought GOAFEST would be …it was better than that …and more.
Booze by the sea ..(again)…..and trance music …ooollllaaalllaaa. People were getting smashed with alcohol…left right and mid centre :-)
The only thing I expected and I didn’t get at the venue….was goan food (well that was to change on day three…you’ll see)

Day three
We basically were so hammered and stoned that we slept all thru the morning. We weren’t in no mood to get rosted in the sun …unless we get to taste the local cuisine.
So we made our way to MARTIN’S

Prawn curry rice
Mussels
Prawn papad
Chicken vindaloo
Pork goan sausages

(man …my mouth is watering just thinking of it again….hummmm…MUSSELS….deep fried…hmmmm)

We were back to the venue at the beach…and the music was better than it was on the earlier day.

We also sat for the function (as a real side affair..hehehe)

And then it was back to the beach ….where DJ NASHA belted trance hits all through the night till 3.00 am …..and we danced like there was no tomorrow.

Many were sloshed …..only a few didn’t drink much …J ..(the crazy few)

And before we knew it ….it was time to catch our flights back to mumbai

Farewell to goa
Farewell to the narrow roads
Farewell to the goan brothers ( better called patrao’s )
Farewell to the food ( ohhhhh maaannnn…how I’m going to miss it )
Farewell to the trance by the sand
Farewell to the open sky peering back at you

Till we meet again ……farewell

wasssaaaaapppp

Lack of inclination to write has bitten me lately.

Much to the dismay of a few, I shall write, as I like. In the past, may have pulled my leg on the way I write …and frankly it doesn’t dither me.

I think this place is somewhere where I can write whatever I want …let it mean whetever it wants to.

Coz I don’t have any client servicing person telling me that “this” word isn’t right …..it doesn’t mean whaht it was to…..or that it wont be understood.

If you don’t understand what I mean ….err…well maybe you should reading right here


For those few who are still around …there’s not more to look forward for in this post.

Keep it simple.

Yes…that’s a dictum, at least these days. Just keep it plain simple.


(ok I took a writing break ….so that’s explains the unconnected shit)
cheers …..J

To cut a long story short...

I was denied a finger bowl at café churchill (colaba)...

Take me

Take me to another place,
somewhere where I’d want to go.
A place that doesn’t have pseudo maniacs.
A place that free of foes.

Take me to another place,
I want to get away from this land
A land where people don’t know what the say.
A land where they don’t say what they mean.

Take me to another place,
I lived so long for it .
For the warm rain that would feel so divine
For the numb feeling in my feet.

Take me to another place,
I really don’t know why I want to go

Take me to another place,
take me now ….lets go.


( ok ....dont judge be by this ...i really dont know what i was TRYING to write........maybe some airy fairy stuff ..hehehe)

2.43

It’s like 2.43 ( on my home computer)….and I don’t know why am I awake….

??

Been playing this game on zapak.com “caravan toss”…….seems pretty interesting (my best score was 354.19 mts

(well …..you gotta play the game to know how addictive it is )

Ne way …the reason I came to ramble was that I remembred what piyush said to me today

“you should write stuff when you maarofy nights …..some crazy stuff is always the end result”…………….welll I didn’t need quote him …coz I don’t really remember his exacts words ( but heck who cares ….thats what I choose to retain in my memory….and in this blog post)

Planning to buy myself an MP3 player.

I’m not the ipod freak …so I’m game for any MP3 player…so long as it has FM and MP3….i don’t care what the fuck it looks like

Looks don’t matter ……..(ok …now that’s a really big statement there ..worthy of another post )

Who am I kidding ……I never kept this blog organized …and never will.

I once got criticized for using too many dots (…..) ………and brackets ( )

But somehow I think that’s the way I prefer to write …..if only I could write copy for ads like I do here …..

If only the world were square …so that I could live on the edge

If only chickens managed to cross the road ….without people making a million jokes about the act of crossing the road

If only I could tell her how much she means to me ….with that hint of doubt she thinks I have…

If only I could stay awake night and day …….more time to make hay

If only I could sell my radio and film scripts ….I’D GET RICHHHH

*just remembered about this cartoon character who I don’t remember seeing too much of …RITCHIE RICH……….:-) ……so cool if I was him …naa?

A lot’s been happening …and a lot will happen

Got my first TVC out. It wasn’t my idea. The words I had written got changed like a million times till what was left wasn’t mine at all. The voice over was done like a million times, till the VO artist wanted to take her life (and ours)….but at least five days of work put together to come out with ONE FREAKING 10 SECOND AD!!!


“So lets live with it” they say.“ the client will not approve of it any which way”


So does that mean we stop trying?
Stop fighting our way to what we think is right?
Stop believing that things can be done better?

We all have a closed mind to change…..and that my friend is the truth.

Whether I like it or not…I will admit it.


I wont like it if my place in office changed everyday.
Nor would I like changing my pillow…( my underwear ..yes….but pillow…nopes)

( ok going of on a tangent here….coz I was away …..and just came back to my computer)


less work today….me bosses are out. One’s gone to cal….the other for a shoot. So basically I’m here on my own. Waiting for feedback from a client ….nothing much to do though.

Just dismantled a torch that I got for 20 buks. The guy who sold it to me said “ battery ki koi zaroorat nah” so it works on a dynamo!!!…..i believed him at the time…though I had my doubts.

So finally after a whole month that mechanism fell apart in my bag…..coz it was so badly assembled.

And now I know for sure that it’s got no battery …………….SUPER COOL

Though it would have been a bit better if it actuall worked for a longer period of time


( heheh…I think I’ll buy myself one …and keep it at home ….makes more sense…don’t you think?)

HAPPY SONGS PLEASE

A few days ago I realised why my blog didn’t show any comments.

Coz I had done some silly setting on it….where I had to moderate it. Little did I realise that it wqasnt going to reach my mail account but be on the blogger homepage.


Any way …now that’s out of the way lets get back to what I wanted to write today…which is again nothing.

There are somesongs in this world that can lift you up on a bad day …and there are those that can make you feel even sadder.

Right now it’s the latter that’s happening.

I’m trying to cheer myself up. But I don’t seem that’s going to happen if music like this keeps playing. Why don’t people understand that I really don’t want to hear stuff that’s morose and sounds like a “I am going to kill myself” song.

HAPPY SONGS PLEASE

Give me a gun

Give me a gun
I want to shoot someone

Make sure the bullets are really rusty
It’ll be more fun this way…I know for sure

Give me a gun
His time has come

Make sure the bullets are bigger than his brain
…on second thoughts ….even the smallest bullets would be bigger than that.

Give me a gun
Its time for some fun
Give me a gun
It’s good that they’ve left no rum
Give me a gun
Give me a gun
Give me a gun

Another day

This morning I was coming by the local train to office (late of course). I managed to catch a glimpse of a guy who was chanting some mantras. What was odd was the mode in which he was counting how many times he chanted the mantra.

He was doing it with an AXE CLICKER.

So there you go. The evitable. Advertising meets god.

I don’t really want to get into this whole conversation actually. Advertising advertising advertising. That’s all that’s been talked about whenever my friends and me manage to meet.

So lets talk about something else-My aching head and this cold that doesn’t seem to leave my side.
Its been a week now (maybe more actually), but this cold still seems to persist. I know that its winter and all ….but that doesn’t mean I’ve got to have an eternal cold.

Chal cold toh theek hai …but this sick feeling of your head feeling heavy is what is irritating. More so because I wasn’t able to go to Indore for my cousins wedding. I was so looking forward to going there.

I’ve not been to many places in my life. ( heck I can name a few places I’ve been just on the fingers of one of my hands). There’s also going to be a wedding here at b’bay, but I wanted to go there. Get to know what life would be like. At least if nothing else check out the Indore chicks (* grins in excitement …but realises it just fake…THERE ARE NO CHICKS IN INDORE )

So there you have it. I’m here for some more time. At work and in b’bay.


So long indore ( someday…..someday)

Hey I’m back.

With nothing to say, as always. You must have already guessed that it was gonna be this way. And it will always be like this.

Random babbling.
Unwanted words.
Something foolish.
Something stupid.
Many things that don’t mean anything.

A mindless ramble. A waste of web space actually.
Why am I allowed to subject this space to what’s in my head (which of course is empty).
It shouldn’t be allowed. It’s degrading if you see.

Someone somewhere must have thought this would be a good idea. I think so too, but that doesn’t mean I am making any sense.

Not to you.
Not to me.

So I’ll just carry on this way.
There’s a lot I need to know. And I think I’ve said this before …

I seek, but I don’t know what I am expecting to find.

Life’s ironic.
You learn one thing one day. And then the other day it’s suddenly obsolete. Somehow you begin to question why you began to learn (what you did) in the first place.
You give you heart and soul to a few things in life, and then they somehow manage to walk all over you.
I’ve gone thru this before. And now it has happened to me again.

( ok I really don’t know what I’m saying here….coz I’m just getting mixed feelings ….and funnily I cant even point out what I’m thinking of)

I’m irritated.
With this cold I have.
With the weather.
With the lack of belonging.
With the pride of knowing how good I am …but not being able to prove it.
With people who are commissioned to make your life suck.
With cold baths.
With acting like I’m normal.
With work…or the lack of it.

‘Stop tripping” I tell myself “Its all just a phase. It’ll soon pass”.

But when and how…somebody tell me.

I was once called a “sensitive fucker”
And I think I am.
Its so easy for me to trust in some people. Though I’d like to question what going on. I trust people …then lose it…. regain it…only to lose it.

To cut a short story to half……….I’m just irritated!

Its come down to this

I’m getting dumber by the second.
I need change.

Somehow …

I’ve just realised that ive stopped rambling random stuff


So here goes (….again?)

The skin coming out of my cuticles irritates me. Ya I know its winter and its all dry and stuff. But that dosent explain why my face looks like its been plagued with dandruff (when its just dry skin)

Ne way ….don’t even begin to say “use a cold cream”…..coz I don’t like the sticky feeling.

Paunches
Guys and paunches. Girls and paunches. People with paunches.
It happens to everyone. So whet the difference.
Aha….there’s a BIG BLOODY difference.

Guys with paunches…..don’t care what they stuff their face with.
Girls with paunches….act like they need to have the perfect figure…and starve.

People and their jokes
I don’t get them …I don’t like them …THEN WHY THE FUCK SHOULD I PRETEND TO LAUGH?
Though I must admit I have (many times in the past) tried not to….but in vain.

Dirty keyboards
Are you trying to tell me that you don’t see the half eaten vadapao fall into the keyboard??……seriously.

Eat if you’ve got to …but please don’t feed the keyboard ….more so if its not yours!

Babel
Stop talking about the film everyone …I haven’t seen it yet…please stop…NOW!!!
(hmm …as I write ..there are two who talk about the film …that’s what’s irritating)

people having an opinion.
Everybody has one. One when you’re in deep shit. One when you’d like to be alone. One when you want to beat the shit out of someone.

And another one …put in for fun.

Rhymes
I sometimes …
get caught up with rhymes.
Somebody slap some sense into me.

A friend of mine
Told me in good time
But I haven’t listened to her as you see



Getting interrupted
Time and again I’ve tried to finish a post ……and finish this post I will.
But the question here is that I always……

(ok ..i didn’t end up finishing this post too ….i left it in the middle yesterday …..and now I’m just posting whatever I had written)

just had to ..........

running out of titles

I intended to write YET ANOTHER post on some sidey random topic.

And then I continued to do so….

Been a slow day here at Bates (sounds like I’m forty seven years old man).
The only closest thing to fun that happened is …..well …going for a shoot on the roads of mumbai ..( I guess )

I don’t exactly have anything to do. So thought of writing….nothing seems to be materializing on paper though.

(ok I just got distracted by some people behind talking about some shaadi.com site)

ok back to the topic….(oops …there wasn’t one to begin with)

lets freeze here……the office paintings…yes …finally a topic …yippieeee!!!

There are these millions of painting on the wall here at bates. And I’m cool with all the “arty-farty” stuff man ……but there’s this eyesore of a painting that we (the creatives) got stuck with.
It looks like shit ( really …no kidding)

When it was kept below , to be pinned on the wall, I actually thought that it was a piece of wood that had been stripped by the carpenter to be disposed off as scrap later.

Oh …oh… oh …(hmm …just remembered something…..and no I didn’t mean to make sounds like SANTA MOURNING)

The bunting on the front of the office said “ merry chritmas”

(till someone pointed out that the spelling is wrong….and they unwillingly changed it ..heheh )

Balls!!!

An odd story I’d like to tell
Can’t say it’s been inspired from heaven
Can neither say hell.

It's about this crazy ball
That bounced about …hit the wall
Tried doing a humpty dumpty
But just wasn’t too tall.

Past the bed
Onward to the hall
Just kept proving that he was… but just a ball

He came to rest
Upon a chest
The one used to keep her clothes.
He wasn’t at all pleased
When he was forced to get on his knees
And now he groans and loathes

Then came the hour
When he felt sour
Coz the other balls were out having fun.
Sony balls they called it
Jonathan Glazer directed it And he really wished he could have got some.

( )

I think It’s a nice time to write ….
Coz I’m sitting here …and don’t know what to write on this blank sheet of paper (hmm I mean word doc actually)
It’s a Saturday…and I’m in office.
A rare occasion I must say.
I thought of fighting for a radio script which got disapproved yesterday. And I though that getting it recorded would have more of an effect.

I was wrong.

Any way….life still moves on.

On a much lighter note…I did get my first radio script recorded at a studio. Awaiting client approvals for the same. Lets see how that goes.

*Fingers crossed.

It’s a great learning experience I must say.
I think I’m learning to judge my own work. I’m no where there as yet. But I’ll get there some day.

So till there ….cheers to many more scripts getting bombed ….and cheers to all those that do survive to see the light of day.

Nangu

just

Sweet surrender
Is what I feel here in her arms.
The way she holds me,
the way she brings out the charms.
In what she does
And what she has to do.
I know she wants me now,
and I know that I want her too.

She loves to sing
in the pouring rain.
She loves the way the people look at her.
She somehow knows
what it’s all about.
I don’t need to say nothing more.

C

A few ( I mean ‘many’ actually ) failed attempts have made me do this…
Write on my blog.
I don’t really want to write in this state of mind. But the irony of it all is that I end up writing whenever I’m in this kind of mood.

I think this time though…I’ll be blaming it on the medication. Well I wasn’t feeling all that good for a couple of days. Todays seems to be a better day for me. So am here in office. ……wondering!!!

What am I doing here?
Is this really how it was meant to be?
Why am I writing this?
What are the answers I’m seeking?
What’s the question again????

I’m in ‘NO’ mood right now ….

Cant call it good …cant call it bad.

My writing …( as I just realized) has always been in this phase…lately.
And soon the blog design too is going to get a bit more morose……a bit more dark.

Though I think it will look spunky ….(getting to a better mood now)
Lets see…when I get the time …I’ll tinker with it again.

For two days I was TRYING MY ASS OFF at a new blog design…..but all seems like waste to me now.
But tomorrow is a better day …

Lets see…

goodieee

It’s so nice to know

That people are watching your back.
That everyone’s waiting to screw you.
That life’s a ball game.
That wrestling in the mud is dirty.
That you can understand whatever I say.
That you misconstrue what I don’t mean.
That the world is a profound place.
That you may not want to be in a place.
That beauty isn’t what it is.
That people are smart.
That sun bathing makes you hot
and your hands going to burn in a boiling pot.

It’s nice to know

just had to have some ....

If i was to write a title ...then i would have

I’ve always believed in divine providence …..and all that kind of mumbo jumbo.
Coz I really think things work …coz there were meant to.
You meet people that you are supposed to …and you a never meet those you weren’t destined to meet.

And I’ve always liked it this way.

Sure things aren’t easier…heck they are tougher if anything.

Coz there’s always the frustration of not beign able to do a particular job, or not achieve something that you’ve really given your ass on sale for. It gets to your head sometimes. But then there’s the realization that dawns….( don’t ask me from where it dawns …coz I’m still searching for that answer)

Its time to go off on a tangent here..

Pink….whats with women and pink.
Arundhati just got a new bag from ADIDAS that’s BRIGHT FLUORESCENT PINK. And she sits next to me in office …with that pink thing there by her side.

Don’t get me wrong here …it’s a good color and all…

But I don’t get the female fascination with pink!!!
A classmate at XIC once gave a speech on how she loved pink….i really didn’t get the point.

But I realize that I may like/dislike many things in this world that others find funny ( or even weird)…….so its all ok
You be yourself
And i……………………well …I’ll just be myself

This reminds me of a song I had once written ( and composed)
That went like this

No one told me
the way its gonna be now.
No one told me
That it’ll happen somehow.
no one told me …
To change myself someday.
So I’ll just be myself today

And blah blah…there was a verse or two …which I now have lost the interest to write here….so I’ll shut my trap on this one.

oookkkk

i actually want to beat the crap out of the next person i see

but instead i choose to copy paste this

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens,
bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens,
brown paper packages tied up with strings,
these are a few of my favorite things.

Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels,
door bells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles.
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings.
these are a few of my favorite things.

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes,
snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes,
silver white winters that melt into springs,
these are a few of my favorite things.

When the dog bites, when the bee stings,
when I'm feeling sad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
and then I don't feel so bad.

I’ve been reduced to this

We’ve just shifted office ( ahem …I mean bates India has shifted office )
The new place is …well ….the old enterprise nexus office.

Mohammed looked real happy in the mornig when he came in 9 rather early …to no ones surprise)

I’ve got a new desk …..and the same old “chuna” comp.
No complains actually.
Just that there’s a huge pole. …preventing me from sitting comfortably.
(and I just read that last line again ….and had a very stupid corny smile…..)

just getting used to sitting here ….feeling a bit cold.
But I guess that’ll happen.
I seek recourse in knowing that I’m around people who I can gel with.

I’m dying to get my paws on a pair of speakers ( or at least a pair of headphones …so I can BEAR my own music)

The smell of fresh paint
The feeling of a new place
It feels like moving into anew home …in a way.

Not that I’m very close to people in the office ….but I guess the bonding I have with a few people …..is special to me.

I somehow feel I’m trying to emulate a certain style of writing ……breaking my paragraphs into a line or two.
But I somehow do realize that that’s the way I write.

I once got accused by a friend …that I always present both the sides of the argument …so there’s no space for the reader
But if you ask me …I really don’t care
(did I do it again?…..I don’t know ….maybe …….hey I did do it ..hahahahah )

it’s a bit funny when people can figure you out ….or when you figure out people.
Its gets scary at times.
I somehow remembered of Josy Paul…the NCD of DAVID
Our whole class at XIC ( well …most of them at least ) felt that he could read your thoughts …with his staring eyes.

(ok I went out for lunch …..so I have lost my trail of thought …so lets wee what comes out next…the next time I sit to write …that is )

I hate writing titles

I’ve noticed ….(well actually it was pointed out to me )
that some people write for themselves.
Not because they want others to comment on it.
Not because they really want to know what people think about what they write.
Not because it really makes a difference to their lives.
Not because they want others to judge them by what they write ( let alone understand what they say )

And there are others
Who write purely for the pleasure of someone else reading it.

I would like to believe that I fall into category NUMERO UNO.

I say this….coz I always end up writing what I think.
And exactly what I think.

I don’t really care about what comes up
(like I was going to actually break off this stupid discussion ….and talk about the scrumptious chocolate that I just ate …ahhhh )

but coming back to the main point
…
,,,
….
Oh fuck the main point …..i just want to say what I want to
( and if anybody’s actually reading ……ha-ha….tricked you )

I love using brackets ...............( ohhh really!!!)

I’ve got to go for dinner…

But I wanted to post something new.
Somehow I have realized that people WANT me to write something on my blog.


(ok who EXACTLY am I kidding here….i’m just making that up ….but for whom?? ..i don’t know )

Any which way
As I was saying ….ya ….what was I saying again

(got distracted by some song I was playing on my comp …..which suddenly turned hindi in the middle of it ……these limewire downloads can sometimes play havoc with your lives )

Ok..ok….stop getting distracted ….concentrate…..CONCENTRATE

(damn …I just broke a glass that was lying in the hall…..hope dad wasn’t having a drink in it.

………………………..it’s not good to waste rum you know )

Since I don’t think I shall be remotely able to concentrate on writing something that makes sense as a whole ……..

(really ….who exactly am I kidding here ….i never write anything that makes sense……that’s the very essence of my blog…….and I think Mr rakshit doshi can testify to that )



AMEN


My computer has randomly hit a “70’s” spot
And its playing

What is love? By haddaway

Wonder what the guy must have gone thru……and if the song was really written by someone who was GAY ….coz it REALLY SOUNDS GAY………..ok I think I should change the song on my comp.

Lets see……hitting next


OOOOOHHHHHHMMMMAAAANNNN

Something’s wrong with my comp ..its playing

How do I live – Leann Rhymes


yawwwwwnnnn

could I be more sleepy?
Well …you’ll never know

ZZZZZZZZZZZ

Agrrrr

Agrrr

All I want to do right now is pull out the hair on my head …..by running it through the office shredder!!!

Its so irritating to be accused of slacking off. When all one tries to do is work …and work hard. I don’t mind getting fired for stuff I have done. But what makes my blood boil is that fact that I get the raw end of things.

I know that the people I work with want me to do good. But what I cannot seem to understand is their definition of good. Or their definition of GREAT. Or maybe even LOUSY !!!

“It’s all in your head ….and will remain just there”

*hmm
don’t exactly know what to say here …coz I just got disturbed by a call I had to attend.
But then again I don’t want to go back into that fuckall mood I was in*

I don’t need you give me an answer. Coz I know everyone is as screwed as me when it comes to matters like these.

Its been about 2-3 months since I’ve started work. But all I’ve got is ideas that has been shot down and made to die a VERY unnatural death. I really need to know why. And the whole problem starts here.

I REALLY have no clue what works and what dosent. And I believe that I do. But somehow I keep going back to the “creativity is subjective” argument.
And I don’t see myself finding a solution to this whimsical predicament soon.!!!

...

I want to say what I feel. And the only way I can do it is here. I don’t care if this space makes you want “not to read” . but its just like this.
I don’t write to make you feel good. Or write of what make me feel good.
But I write for me.
Knowing well that its just an opening into emptying out my already empty mind.

I may be contradictory. But I live in the moment.

I’m not feeling too good about this. I know I never will.
( and the light behind my computer screen isint making it any easier for me to look at the screen when I type….but I think I can live with it )

I just want to say ….
Maybe not.

If you get what I am trying to say ….tell me

I don’t want to speak about it ...
At least not right now

Incomplete

There are days when I end up writing shit. I look back and wonder…if it really was me writing that.

But I know it is

There’s no denying it. I go through these weird phases throughout. There are no explanations to them, they just are.
There has been a lot happening lately, nothing that I can bore most of there readers here with….except….

Anyways!

I’ve just been distracted by some people in office…so again I have lost my trail of thought ( or is it train of thought…sheesh ..i’m so bad at this …and I CALL myself a copywriter….or at least the job profile says )

And so I shall keep this post for some other time ….when there aren’t any distractions at office

bye

Again

Justify the means to wake out of this fury. Take a platter and make it a rope. Just do the things you want to do. the things that trouble you as you go mad. Wondering what your trying to say. Knowing all too well that it means nothing. Its on says like these that I don’t know what to say. What to make sense of. I am again at that same “raped” state of mind. Its funny how often these days come. Its beginning to bother me . knowing that I don’t exactly know why this is happening. I want some reasons that I can convince myself with. Come one …someone tell me why.

Ive always been saying that sometimes one dosent need an explanation …but I want one now. Or at least I think I do. If all this seems like gibberish ….well it is.

I don’t know what I am typing. Just putting my hand on the keyboard and letting it fly. Fly like it has never done before….fast ….fast …faster. Stopping for just a brief moment ..just to see the people around the office ….and wondering what do I need to do next, to prove my worth here.
Have a fight with someone.
Sit alone …and come out with something that I would be proud of
Look into space …and be tagged as the one who dosent do anything.
I really don’t know
I really cant say
I really don’t know whats happening man

I know I am pissing off the few people that do come to this blog
But I really am just venting out my anger
Anger that I cant explain ….

And if I do …I don’t think its going to make any sense all together.so I’d rather not say a word

Lord I pray …that I don’t see many days like these
Amen

blah blah.......blah

Its been a while, or so I feel, since I have written anything.
But somehow I don’t feel the urge to write.its like the tenth time I must have said this. Not only to myself, but also on this blog.
I began to read this book “The Fountainhead” …but somehow I have not been able to finish it yet. Its more because of my laziness, or so I feel.
At the time I began reading it, I wasn’t working. So whenever I got to actually opening the book…I fell asleep. Its been like this the day I have got the book.

So I finally decided to get some reading done ……..IN THE TRAIN.

Needless to say ….i dunked that idea too.

We all know what the local trains are like ….so I most certainly cant enter a train in one piece….let alone READ!!!

Going off tangent
Just wanted to say …..what’s with double meaning talk
Does it put off people….or is it dope for a good joke
I don’t get the difference…..so shall continue with it ….regardless of who gets offended

I just realized that most of my posts…are random thoughts that come to me head.somehow I cant stick to one topic at a time. My brain just keep going on, faster than my hand can type. Just a while ago I almost annoyed the people around with my furious typing. Cant help it man…..just so much to type.

I’ve not touched my guitar for many days …..and when I mean many …I actually mean four.
In retrospect……there were times when I could not study …if I didn’t take the guitar and make some noise in a day. Those were the days

And as I say this ….some guy sitting opposite me has started playing the song “time of your life” …by GreenDay

Nostalgia

I don’t really know
Maybe

But I can’t really tell

Time seems to be moving faster than I expected it to.
Seems like yesterday that I was at my earlier college NM ( opposite mithibhai ….i still don’t know how to spell it right)

Ahhh NM
Had many crushes there ….but I am so glad that nothing worked out
There’s an age old theory …everything happens for a reason

I’ll never know the reason ..but I know there’s one out there
I think I should have an abrupt sign off for a post like this ……maybe…

Being vague

Touch your head ….
and keep your hand there.
You look stupid. And you don’t need me to tell you that. Maybe someone’s out there, next to your window, wondering what the fuck your doing.

Abuses…
….ive been giving a lot of them ….as adjectives …nouns and verbs
But I think I should stop …will try to stop ( ghanta )

Contemplation ….
On what I want to say …or do …..or say again
Not knowing what I am going to write next
Trying not to make sense ……

I don’t need to try hard ….do I ?

Vent it out …
Well ….speaking about anger.
But I don’t have such anger ….so ….lets leave the venting for some other time.

Trying again…
I make as many grammatical errors I can …and to confuse the shit out of you
Have I succeeded?
Have I ?

No!!
I’m not drunk ….or high…or whatever
But I just want to type

Inconsequentially , futility, alliaceous, goosander
( ok I don’t know what they mean … but you could check out www.dictionary.com )


I might just be loosing it

MIGHT
Mightier
Shmtier ………………………….Phbbbbbbbbt!!!

Pakistan

Well I originally thought of writing a lot here in this post
But I guess I can leave that for later

I just happened to bump into the national anthem of Pakistan

And I found it really cool ……and I’ve been recommending it to each and every person I have met today

You can download a compresed version of it from this site

http://www.nicepakistan.com/basicfact.htm
( scroll down to DOWNLOAD MP3 FROM HERE )

It goes like this



THE NATIONAL ANTHEM OF PAKISTAN

Pak sarzamin shad bad

Kishware haseen shad bad

Tunishane azmealishan arze Pakistan

Markazeyaqin shadbad.

Pak sarzamin ka nizam quwate akhuwati awam

Qaum, mulk, Sultanat

Painda ta binda bad shad, bad man zele murad.

Parchame sitarao hilat

Rahbare tarraqio ka mal

Tarjumane mazishane hal jane istaqbal

Sayyai, khudae zul jalal.

English translation

Blessed be the sacred land,

Happy be the bounteous realm,

Symbol of high resolve, Land of Pakistan.

Blessed be thou citadel of faith.

The Order of this Sacred Land

Is the might of the brotherhood of the people.

May the nation, the country, and the State

Shine in glory everlasting.

Blessed be the goal of our ambition.

This flag of the Crescent and the Star

Leads the way to progress and perfection,

Interpreter of our past, glory of our present,

Inspiration of our future,

Symbol of Almighty's protection.

the office ..the ppl ....and that strange thing hanging on one of the office pipes

Just in a raped state of mind

I don’t know what I am going to write
Ive just come here coz I really don’t know what to do next
I tried concentrating on what I am supposed to do at work …but I kept drawing blanks

And frankly that’s a bit irritating

In the traditional sense it would be called a writers block…but heck I wasn’t even writing.

Its seems to be bright and sunny outside. That’s not necessarily a good thing, cause my comp is right in front of the window and the contrast isn’t making me think any faster.
And I say again …I don’t know what I am going to write.

Its been a week now. I have finally got a computer for myself. Not a great joy though cause the yahoo messenger doesn’t seem to work . screw it!!!
I am still learning the agency way of doing things
And learning a lot.

I think I shall go into the random mode again

People keep staling my pen ….but somehow I seem to find it always.
I came to know more people in the office ….although there still are some who don’t want to be know ….its ok ……I don’t understand it …but its ok.

I came to know some shaking facts about people …which I shall not discuss. I know very less …and I may have misconstrued the information I overheard.

So lets leave all that aside.

I somehow believe that I should get back to work

( and while I say that ….someone behind me ….who seems to be equally frustrated just said “what the fuck am I doing yaar?”)

a post from "mere boss ki cumputer"

yo peoples
i just wanted you to know that i still don’t know where i am supposed to be sitting
so for the time being i am using the comp that my boss uses

This should be fun

*looks around and enjoys his success with evil laughter*
*looks around again and notices someone looking suspiciously*

So I got a job ……that doesn’t mean I did some work

I just got placed in an ad agency called bates
And today was my first day.
I thought that I would be immersed in ….well ..at least something to do
But I was bored to death man. The only thing I did …..That remotely kept me busy was read the advertising books.
Not just for people who don’t get it, these award book are not something that they made me do or that you need to know anything about, but its just the fascination for advertising and ads that got me to spend my day drooling over the books .

My immediate boss came in at ( …err….i don’t even remember that ….man I think I was engrossed in those books ).
Any ways ….as I was saying ….he came in and looked at me. I gave him that “I am so pakaooed” look
To which he said “ I want you to get bored for the first 2 days “

So basically that means I’ll be having nothing at all to do all of tomorrow

Day one was cool though
I got the feeling that everyone was busy …but did get the time to make that odd joke …and play a game on their comp…..and of course check their mail

NOTE:
somehow you can make out who are the people in Client Servicing.
I don’t know why …but they have this whole “oh I am so fucked up “look

And the Creatives have this “I am the one responsible for that ” ( pointing towards the Client Servicing person )

You lucky bastards

If you are reading this, consider yourself lucky, because I can’t!
My computer refuses to open any (dot)blogspot blogs.
And there are just a few which I do visit regularly …one of which is family.

A couple of days ago I realized that I wanted to write a lot (well I don’t really remember about what ….so lets leave it at that ). But my blog didn’t seem to open…and I tried frantically.
I tried googl’ing the solution…but couldn’t get one.
I sent a mail to Arnold ….and he gave me a (dot)blogspot I return ( little did he realize that it wasn’t going to open )

But I did figure out that I could put in a new post…..even if I can’t view MY OWN BLOG

So here I am writing shit that I cannot access

I am new to blogging

So if this looks like a place where I mumble randomly – you guessed it right!
So is there anybody else there who is going thru the same misery?

( I just realized that if you too are having the same problem …..Well….there’s no way you are reading this ….but if you are, then you can let me know at austin_d_2000@yahoo.com )


now shoo....all u lucky bastards

Just so many things

There are about a zillion thoughts in my pea sized brain.
And I need to vent it out somewhere, so here goes.

The blasts and us
The only thing I can ask is why?
What sense does it make? If someone reading this is a part of any militant group, be my guest and reply. This whole episode seems like a videogame
The only difference
No saved levels
No extra lives
No sanity

Just real people
Real blood
Reality…

The blast and ‘them’
We can’t do anything so lets blame the government.
As I was watching last nights coverage, it struck me that when something like this takes place, how the fuck can you expect the police, the ambulance and the firefighters to be all there at all these places at the same time.
Lets face it people
The government isn’t god. They are not going to pop in the second you scream out for an ambulance.
What I am saying may sound like a pile of poop to some.
But I don’t care.

The blast coverage
Given the chance I would personally go to the star news people and ask insane questions to them.
And repeat these questions a hundred times.
Get a life man!!
Instead of asking banal questions get a list from all the hospitals of the injured and deceased and put them up on the news. Make some sense of your broadcasts.


The blast – hutch – the retailers
Since I have been over using the cell since yesterday, sending messages to family and friends, I decided to get it refilled this morning. I happen to go to this retail shop just outside my building.
The guy at the counter blatantly refuses to give me a recharge card. It came as a surprise but I managed to ask him why I was being refused a recharge and where could I get one, if not in his shop. It so happens that the retailers are on a strike due to some commission issues with hutch (and maybe others I am not aware of ….airtel etc ).
Now I don’t know exactly when this “strike” started, but isn’t that stupid.
Just when the cell phone, and more importantly the sms system,is working just right.

Strike my ass.

The hutch people
I ended up at the hutch shop and stood at a counter for about fifteen minutes.
The lady sitting opposite me in there behind the glass was hot and not to mention buxom.
That’s where the confusion started.
But I didn’t know where to look. If I would look up over her head, she would have said something thru that glass and I wouldn’t have heard her, giving the guy behind me an opportunity to swoop in.
If I look at her eyes she would think I am ogling at her.
And there was no way in hell I could look at her hands, cause they were right in front of her ….ahem…..assets.
So I kept changing my glance. Surely she must have thought that I had an acute drug problem.

The feeling at hutch
Its NOISY man!
It’s not possible not to loose ones cool. Forget working there. I didn’t even want to stand there as a customer.
In comes Jhonny “ do you want to change your plan” bravo.
So I politely shoo him off
( don’t want to relive the whole experience …..so I shall not write about this)

Random observation
If you take an alternative route – you may not reach any faster
( I tried the same today )

If you want to cross the road – don’t look in the direction from where there isn’t any traffic approaching – you may get hit by the oncoming traffic …..DUFFER
( some stupid guy on the main road…luckily Jhonny is alive )

No matter how many times I look out my window, I always see either the watchman or the old ladies from my building
( I think I should shift house )

I like writing these observations
( proves to me that I have lost it )

No matter how many mails one sends to the XIC group ( yahoo group of my class )
There’s always someone who says “ Oh I didn’t get that mail “
( just amazing )


Mumbai spirit
( dudes …Mumbai is dying …its not going to be long before its going to be just Mumbai …NO SPIRIT )

I shall write today

My computer and my landline have a funny alliance.
The landline is dead since the last rains, but the net (as I discovered) works.
And people don’t seem to believe me.

“How can your landline be dead and the net work?……are you on grass or something?”
Rhetorical as these trivial questions seem I have to assure “The People’s” that nothings wrong.

Boredom has got the better of me, and of course my friend RAKSHIT.
So we ended up meeting at his place and got a song done, with the help of shaban on vocals

Presenting
Nishaniyaan
Sung by: Shaban
Lyrics by : rakshit
Composed by :Austin-rakshit-shaban
( well actually the deal is that I composed the chord structure and sent a scratch to rakshit. He in turn got the lyrics done, and sent me back a scratch.
So we both made our own versions of the song. On showing both of them to shaban, he mixed both of them very nicely …..to come out with this )

You can download it from the link below
http://www.4shared.com/file/2415112/db8f8fc0/nishaniyaan_.html


I’ve also done an English version of the song, but it’s in my voice.
And I find it sounding too funny….maybe that’s why I didn’t post the link here.
So till I get it done from a friend, you’ll have to bear hearing nishaniyaan.

Came online and saw no one...Looked around and saw no one.

(This is me writing whatever comes to my head ….and not revisiting to edit anything)

Feeling a bit low today
I was supposed to get a song sung by a friend. But it was just too rainy for any of the parties concerned to make their way out of their cozy homes. Guess if it’s a bit better tomorrow we may get it done. I really want this one to be done.

Felling a bit sick today
Maybe it’s due to the lack of sleep. Went to piyush’s place yesterday and watched the match.
Well we were having animated conversations that lifted the dull moments of the match.

Yeah I know!!!. Lets put some pictures here in this post.
So here are some picturess of yesterday
(well technically today ….coz we took them in the morning.

this is me and piyush ( ponds for short ).....i took it cause i got accused for clicking only pics of myself....heheh.



dont ask ....i dont know what the "F tripple stars" am i doing



a picture well taken by Ponds




ponds trying to feel our butts





and of course....smack the bar girl
( devang was looking like one of them ...contorting his body ---we still dont know why !!! )



i guess i done need to say anything but ......sorry saket boy ...lol

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In my earlier post, I said something about a maximum of three people visiting my blog.
And since a few of those three seem to differ from that opinion, I have put up a site meter

( I know I am going to say …AHAAA…pretty soon )