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

You've come here by mistake!!!

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 )

too lazy ( even to title case this title)

I bet that’s why I hardly write any posts here. Maybe a bigger reason is that I know nobody comes here in any case. Except for an odd number of 3 people ( who I personally think land up here due to typos ).
Somehow I really don’t care. Who cares? Fuck knows.
Listening to its my life by Bon Jovi……maybe that’s the reason that I say such things.

I keep telling myself that I will finish this book by Ayn Rand “The Fountainhead”. But somehow I don’t seem to get past five pages at a stretch.
Sometimes I fall asleep.
Sometimes I end up reading the paper.
Sometimes I end up feeling hungry
Sometimes I just want to go to sleep.

So I have come half way thru the book ( I think its half way )

Excited about this contest I entered a month ago….check the link below

http://www.thebrandreporter.com/mugshot_contest/index.html

trying to advertise it on Arnolds blog…..talks are still on.

Ok …feeling tooo hungry to write any more …..so I shall say bye to those 3 people who read my blog. ( bye …in Swedish and in French )

Okay (hitting myself)

This post comes a day after the earlier post below where I thought that I had solved all my popup problems.
But they popups ( images and all ) did return.

So I have gone and tweaked IE to act like a browser that allows nothing to pass through it

LETS SEE WHAT HAPPENS

( PS: been using the comp since morning …and no pop ups …YET )

Okay

For the past couple of days my comps acting funny.
Actually only internet explorer (hence forth referred to as IE) is
There these 2 irritating pop ups…that not only crop up when the nets on …but also when its off.
And its very pissing off when u get interrupted by a film u are watching. with 2 huge windows blocking the screen. But that’s the least of my problems. Cause if the pop ups were those regular “casino” ones..then its all fine…but these were some porno ones.
I also am not able to view multiple windows at a time ( for which reason I switched to firefox)
And if I am not allowed to open more than one window at a time …….screw the whole concept of WINDOWS

So I rolled up my sleeves …..and tried to google my way out of the problem .
But all its fixes don’t work. ( those Microsoft buggers actually told me that my windows version was pirated ……………..heheheh )

So I thought to myself…..something can be done to get a new IE ….if Microsoft wont help surely there must be some wiz out there that has got a cracked version of every Microsoft product there could be

So I sought the help of lime wire and got the latest version of IE ……….that’s IE7
And I can now safely assume that after installing the new version all info ( and pop ups ) would be deleted.

(Ok now while I was writing this portion the original problem of popup’s re occurred …damn )

So now that I still have this problem ..I was to abandon a post on the same.

But dude …I am not going to give up that easily
I tried in vain to get an online cure ….cause my multiple window problem was solved …but not the porny problem.

So I figured lets juts explore IE. Cause there’s definitely some way I can block a site ( if not the pop up )

So I just copy pasted the site to which the pop up was linked in the “block site” list…..and now I am good to go

The popup’s are still alive ….but at least the page doesn’t display anything …phew!!!

How smart /dumb can you be?

PART 1
So I am traveling by train back to borivali - wind in my face and a portfolio in my bag that has seen all the ad agencies in b’bay. And in come a whole bunch of strangers ( who were well ….looking pretty strange to me …if not anyone else).
These aunties came right next to me and rested their fat asses. Now if the train was packed like a can of sardines, I wouldn’t mind the my-ass-your-thigh treatment from them. But woman cant u see the whole freaking train is empty ……do u HAVE to sit ( all eight of you’ll)…in one row .

Now as it turns out, I am sitting at the only sweet spot in a train ( window with wind-in-face ...remember)

So I gladly abandon the uncomfortable position that I held , and moved to the opposite side- without the wind of course.

I believe it was a clever ploy to get me out of the sweet spot – and it worked!!!

PART 2
Ok now I exit the train. And to my surprise, I am on the other end of borivali station.
They have apparently made a new platform number seven (more like platform number 0.5…cause it comes before the first platform ). This new platform is so far away from the others that if you get into the train at the rear end ….you could touch kandivali…..and I am not kidding!!!!

Now there are underground paths made in order to facilitate the public to traverse from one platform to the others at this end (the overhead bridges have always been there to perform this task ). But I would be damned if someone actually uses these undergrounds.

On that day I saw a couple of ladies ( all sari clad and all )…..crossing the tracks

The authorities have erected barricades so that passengers do not cross the tracks.
So in order to cross from platform no.2 to platform no.7 one has to not only walk a distance to cross the barricade but also jump the device meant to stop trains on end stations (such as borivali and churchgate )
What I don’t get is that why would anyone go through all the trouble of walking a distance..and jumping devices ….when it makes more sense to just move your ass through the underground.

s-p-o-n-g-e

Made my way to Leo Burnett today to meet a chap called “russel”
Well he did make it clear to me that he isn’t looking to hire anybody.
So I had gone with the preconceived notion that I wasn’t going to be employed there…but could get some needed feedback on my portfolio.

The guy was frank ….. apart from the many things he had to give in the name of advice, I bought back home one crucial thing that he said

“Be a sponge…..absorb whatever happens around you”

Now don’t get me wrong ….its not like I wasn’t doing that already.
Just that I think I shall be doing it now with even more gusto.

Lets see what’s on TV

Ok so I am not an avid TV viewer. More out of compulsion than out of choice. Because most of the time my dad just keeps hogging the tv since he’s at home most of the time. And I am more than content to catch an occasional flick and some advertisements here and there.

But as I write this I have just abandoned a comedy program called “ jonny alla re “( well at least they believe it is comedy ).
Now I am not anti- jonny lever ……hell I like the guy …and he is a good stand up comic. But I juts cant get myself to find anything funny in the way this program is structured.
I sit in front of the TV …….and nothing.
He opens his mouth………and nothing.
I keep waiting to laugh ….but nothing.

So are u trying to tell me that a guy I thought was funny all my life suddenly goes bland ?
( as I type this I hear sonu nigams on the show ……lets go in the hall and see if its any better )


( OK I AM BACK ………………WASN’T WORTH IT )