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?