Friday, December 4, 2009

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11:36 pm 02/12/09
i'm sitting in the bus and looking outside the window, at a very shabby dhaba somewhere outside pune, where the bus will be halted for another 15 minutes or so allowing people to fill their stomachs or empty their bladders...i'm too comfortable inside the AC volvo to get down and buy anything...i have indian ocean playing khandisa loud into my ears.
these are the times i tend to drift into a sage mode and get all philosophical..the usual questions begin to pop in my head...
wtf am i doing here...?
where is this going..?
why is life so fucked up..?
i drift off to sleep...

4:30 am 03/12/09

they are playing an old hindi movie in the bus...starring ashay kumar and ajay devgan(i'd never seen it before)...its got the usual masala that makes a bollywood flick..its got songs..akshay's hairy chest...devgan's bike stunts...a dukhiyari naari in the form of bindu(she used to be a cabaret dancer during big b times)...foreign locations..and a very bad bad powerful villain who is set to destroy the world as we know it..or as they knew it anyways..i've never lived in a world where the heroine feigns death just to have the hero(that too devgan)say 'i love u' over her (what he percieves as)dead body...just to have her wake up and hug him and a sec later find themselves dancing to anu malik's tunes in a beach location in mauritius...i slowly lose interest and put on my ears plugs again..this time red hot chili peppers greet me with their songs...

8:13 am 03/12/09

i am suddenly woken up by a usual sound that used to be an alarm for the past 4 yrs...the conductor yelling that surat has arrived..it took me a second to realise that i have to go on...the usual heart warming sights lay there in front of me...station, bismillah, sahara darwaza, chamunda...how i'd love to go back in time and get down there and go to devilal for a hot cup of chai and sutta..but i must go on...i reluctantly go back to sleep...these sights make me yearn and ache....

10:45 am 03/12/09

govinda looks huge even in the small screen...this time i decide to watch the entire movie..its called life partner..its not half as bad as the star cast suggests...govinda,fardeen khan,tusshar kapoor...it cud have been worse...

12:45 pm 03/12/09
the familiar sights greet me...there is something about homecoming..its as if the entire city is aware that you are coming back...the air is fresh...the rickshaw walla's jump at u to let them take u home..the sweet sound of gujju all around me...
i'm in "aapnu amdavad"
i'm home!

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

job, stalker and breast cancer!!

hi,
its been a long time and a lot has changed since i wrote the previous post!! its been a mixed month..a few ups and a few..well...bumps and bruises..
let me help you guys understand by listing it out.(i like listing things out..)

1. JOB -i'm not jobless anymore...a little better..i am an intern come this 16th nov. i'll be the product of the best MBA grads' minds at work to reduce cost to the company. they have deviced an ingenious method to fool us all.in these times when all of us are desperate to get our joining dates...these bastards are giving us joining dates...but only as interns..with a 40% reduced salary...and no job security after 6 months..but you grab onto anything u get eh?...so here i am..excited about doing cheap labour..yohooo!!!...but i have my pune and bubba!!...i am excited!

2. STALKER-i have a stalker...yes..i know u guys dont believe it..but its true..i have a stalker..ok let me begin at the beginning..
when i came back home from college this summer(god it feels like ages ago) a new girl had moved in with our neighbours...she was their niece..i recognised her from ages ago when she had come once before to visit them..i was in 8th then i think..so ya it was years ago and i pretended not to know her when i actually did...u see i had nursed a little crush on her when she was here the last time...but this time around her re-entry didnt cause any ripples...u see i was pre-occupied in the crush sense...i had another female to worry about...but yesterday when i came back home from the hospital(3rd segment..)..my mum said that she had dropped in earlier to see me...
so i went to check what was up and she said that she needed a drop off to some place where she took her coaching classes..but talking to her broke that bubble that i had created around me..u all must have had that one...when u have a crush on a girl u havent spoken to ever...u have a mental image about their voice,sense of humour,wit,and well other graphic images that i best dont describe here...but u get the picture right..so here she was talking to me and 10 yrs worth crush just came crashing down...she was stupid,not funny and had a very bad accent(gorakhpur)..
being the nice guy that i am i agreed to drop her off to the place..and when we were
on our way she started flirting with me...i know what u guys are thinking..what'll a guy who has never bin flirted with know about flirting..but that's the thing boys...who better to judge the sweet taste of freedom than a prisoner who's never seen the sun...who better to judge sex than a virgin..u know..so, the same way i cud tell that she was flirting with me...she talked about how we never meet up..or how i could teach her math...yes she said that!!..so i had all these distortrd images of 'three mistakes of my life' and that was when i thought i had to bail...so ever since then i've been trying to avoid seeing her.
its this thing about guys...we can never get attracted to someone who is attracted to us..its like we judge them for having a thing about us...is it all guys or just me, i wonder?!?...well..moving on..

3. BREAST CANCER - it was about a week ago that i woke up in the morning and found out that my left nipple was bigger than my right nipple and had a tiny lump. initially it didnt strike any chord in my brain till my mind wandered to a blog that i had read quite recently...it was written by a guy about his friend's sudden death due to cancer...and it was very moving...that's when my mind started racing...just when i was deciding who'd read my obituary and cosole my distraught but smashingly hot girl friend if anything were to happen to me..a nasty thought entered my mind...what if i had breast cancer!!...
people who know me will know that even if there have been just like 10 such casualities it has a high chance of happenening to me...shit always has a curious way of finding me...
so here i was, blue in the face(and a bit in my tit) about my predicament...thinking about what the (i)fs..
forget crying near my death bed...i'd become the heart of new dark humour...something like 'dead baby jokes'...i'd be the inventor of 'dead breast cancer dude jokes'..people wud be like...did u hear about that dude who barely had a man-tit but died due to tit cancer...i wud be humiliated in my death...and somewhere high above, god wud be laughing at his own private joke with his other collegues...wtf!!
and it was'nt till i went to the doctor and showed him my chest that i was relieved...he told me not to worry with a nice smile and said something about these things happening to "guys at this age"...
and now i wasent sure whether i was more humiliated about my doubts of having breast cancer or the fact that the doctor thought that i'd just hit puberty...
embarrassment never lets go of me..

ok so this it about it...
hope u all had a nice laugh...and ya..if i ever die...haawa, my man...u get to read my obituary...lol
later amigos!!

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Sunday, October 11, 2009

dream on?!?

it was 4 am when i suddenly woke up!...i'd had a very bad dream indeed...it was not the usual "bad"..i mean when u see ur dear ones die or somehthing bad happen to them...it was an alarming dream...i,being the hero in the dream got my ass thrashed out of me!!!...i see that ur losing me... so let me try to explain it better
i've always been a very happy dreamer..i know that some of u might be wondering how is it that i can remember my dreams...we tend to forget most of our dreams as soon as we wake up..but not me boss!!...how should i put it..my dream world to me is like what bollywood is to millions of indians who see their aspirations and their dreams for a perfect life squashed by reality everyday!..its a place where i escape to when i'm pissed and/or frustrated(mom this is why i've been sleeping 12 hrs a day for the past couple of months)
so if "dream catcher" ever becomes a reality and u get to sneak a peak into my dreams you'll find me doing/being one of the many following:

1)a super hero with a perfectly toned body..not like arnold..no..much more like a john rambo...u know fighting crime..with all the tentacled monsters and villains getting their ass kicked big time..and ya ofcourse scoring with the hottest chick in the world is in order..hello,i saved the world!!!

2)being the best footballer in the world..i used to have more of these dreams when i was at school...maybe dreams also have a reality check!!...i'm not one of these flashy foot ball players like ronaldo and messi..no sir...i'm more like zidane(i know i'm obsessed with him,he was awesome!)u know with subtle touches and through passes and once in a while a genius step over or a screamer from 30 yards out...ya i'm more like zidane in my dreams!!

3)an action figure..u know like G.I.JOE,or Commandos or chuck norris...what!!.. he is an action figure...u dont believe me...check out this link(courtesy: zinjarde)

http://www.chucknorrisfacts.com/page1.html
its hilarious..

4)a movie star-i'm sure all of u guys have been movie stars or rock stars in your dreams..reminds me of this great song which so apt for this:
lyrics-rockstar-Nickelback
"Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
Livin in top houses
Drivin fifteen cars
The girls come easy
And the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny
Cuz we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy Bunny
With their bleach blond hair

And well...
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar"

5)i always dream about my life in an iim...and amazingly it always turns out to be alot like chetan bhagat's...u know a good i-bank,an iim sweetheart and a rich successful life..i'm not very imaginative!!

ya, so the point of taking you guys thru a quick tour inside my head(lol) was for u to have an idea how awesome i feel when i dream...i'm invincible!!..
u know the daily troubles dont bother me there...i dont worry about my career,my joining date,about cat,about females,about my receding hairline(i have nightmares that one day i'll wake up completely bald..i dont want to talk about it much)
but off-late my dreams have been bad...i'm the salman khan of "kuch kuch hota hai" in my dreams now....i used to be shah rukh!!...i am the guy that a female leaves for the hero saying "...ur a great guy...u'll find someone better than me..trust me.."...this sucks!!..as if its not bad enough that it happens to me in real life..now in my dreams too!!..
i'm worried guys...i'm losing my narnia!!!
the point of sharing all this with you all still eludes me..but what the hell..i had nothing better to do anyways!!
later!

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

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i have got a new thing to do now....i have decided to be a kick ass blogger(ass kicked...i suffer from word salad)..u know the kind of blogger u get links forwarded to..with millions of followers and like a gazillion comments..dont worry,i'm not losing my mind..just thought it'd be cool...its an awesome profession actually...u can be anything u want as long as u can type...u can be a critic who sells out for a stash of weed..u can be philosophical guy talking abt arbit shit like art,intellect,sex which most of the times doesnt make sense to the writer himself,if u are a sports enthusiast u can write passionately about how "manutd" kicks ass!...the scope is vast with just a minor glitch...u dont get paid..but ya it can be an amazing time killer...i mean just to write this much i took about 15 mins..the art of killing time is an important asset to me right now...
so lets begin...me and haawa just met one of our school friends..rohit deora..meeting him got me analysing our school friend circle..then i moved on to my college friend circle...and then to my college junior circle...and i realised one thing...each one of us is a stereotype...i mean one of us has characteristics common to atleast one person in any group...so i sat down counting how many types of ppl there are...its fun..

1.THE WANNABE-i write "wannabe" instead of 'want to be' because this best describes our li'l 'dude'...he wants to be hip,funky,trendy,wise ass,an intellect,heartthrob of the masses/sexy babe(gender specific)at the same time..but ends up a total disaster...let me clarify...we love this friend of ours because he is honest in showing what he truly likes and would love to follow..i mean somewhere deep down we all are a bit of wannabe's i guess.

2. THE LUCKY ONE-all the friend circles have this guy too..the luckiest bastard of the lot...scoring the highest without studying,getting the exact same questions on the paper for which he has the chits,scoring with the hottest chick in the lot..name it and he gets it..the lucky bastard...we love u too boss..no hard feelings..

3. THE 'FBL' GUY/TRAGEDY KING-we love this character in our group...i mean not if its us..he is guy who is like the sunshine in ur life...when ever u think boss i'm fucked...u go to this guy and he'll be like 'so wat's new...bin there,had this done to me'...he'll tell u how things cud have been worse and u got off easy and tells u how his case was worse..he makes u feel like the 'guy no.2'..u have gotten dumped by ur girl on her b'day just about when u were going to give her a very costly present..he got dumped on his b'day without getting any present...get the point!!
so u love him and always have him around u...

4. THE RYAN-this is inspired by the five point someone...u have a ryan in each group...he's a genius...he knows everything..how to score on chicks,how to solve the maxwell's equation in 10 lines,how the cuban politics is screwed up,how the teams are faring in the epl...name it and he knows it..he can be the next bill gates,larry page or serge brin...but what the hell...he's too lazy to get off his ass..scrw the system...let me laze around and smoke in peace...u hate him..

5. THE ROMANTIC- he is the the pick of the lot...shah rukh khan of the group...u have love issues u go to him for sound advice...he gives u advice like"dil ki sun yaar...neeche ki nahi"...u know..true love,commitment and what not...

6. JOKER IN THE PACK- he has to be there in every party...he is the mood setter...the funniest of the lot...will make u die of laughter...usually the most jobless guy..always a phone call away...this is guy you go to when depressed if talking to no.3 guy isnt working...he'll set u allright...making u laugh along with telling u things u want to hear...u'll totally crack it next it yr man...that job wasent good enough for u...u deserve better than that piece of shit...

7.THE DEDICATED GUY- he's the sincere guy...be it studies,sports,debates...he's a perfect student..teacher's pet...home work done in time..and 8 pntr cgpa through out...if he's a footballer he'll play by the books and play good..he's what u call "lakir ka fakir"u never get too close to him...he raises serious questions about your self ...

8. THE SHY ONE- he has never spoken to a girl in his life and goes red to purple to blue in a minute around a girl..

9. THE GEEK- i dont want to talk about him much.

10.THE HEDONIST/PARAM CHULLI- he is game for anything...night outs,in promptu booze parties...movies...dinner outside when u just have 50 in ur wallet he'll be there saying "abey yaar paise ki kya fikar karta hai...main hun na"..u love this guy and use him as a weapon when trying to convince other guys to join along for a blast just before end sems or submissions...

11.THE TASHAN GUY-he lives life large and with tashan...always bragging,telling u stories about his exploits which most of the times are not true...he'll be weighing 50 kgs and will be like.."haath to lagane de..tod ke rakh dunga saale"...he's the one with contacts...he's the tashan guy..

12. THE CKP-i had almost forgotten him...and rightfully so...he's never around...he's always aroung girls...we have usually more than one of these in our groups...prying on females and swooping in as soon as they get a chance...they are the smartest people when females around and as a true wingman u let them make fun of u in front of the ladies...laugh at their jokes...they are more in college than at school..we had better lives when we young....

hmm...thats all i can think about now...have a nice time trying to fit urself into these stereotypes..and if u succeed...dont be happy u moron...ur a stereotype!!!!!
cheers

ps- comments invited...and ya overlook the giramer mistakes..wasent in a mood to spell-check..
cheers again.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

awesome week!!

now these are the things you write blog posts about...this week has been the most happening week after i got out of college...but first things first...
what's the worst thing u can do once you are drunk...some would say calling up ex-girlfriends..and having done that i'd back this argument...but no..
Mr. X(i dont know his name..he's a junior of one of my close friends..an as all juniors are...he's capable of some extra ordinary things)he got drunk and called his ex-girlfriend and started blasting her left right and centre...i mean u cant blame a guy for having to settle for just blasting when he wanted to do other things to her left right and centre..
he goes on for about half an hour and she hasent spoken a word...so once he's yelled his guts out he's like "kuch to bol"..
she says "we were robbed yesterday and the robbers stole stuff worth 25 lakh rupees keeping me at the gun point"....hahahahahahahaha..this dude hangs up the phone and hasent called her since that day!!
this friend of mine broke up just a couple of weeks ago...he was a total mess..till today..he called me and realized that his inspirational tale had not just changed his relationship status but had caused a great deal of damage to the possibilty for me to have one...and then we laughed...we laughed our asses of...about how fucked up we are..yes rishi..i admit..
but then i realised..when we are frustrated over the petty things it just takes a smaller thing to make everything all right...to show us the light...to say that all is not lost...i still have my minas tirith!...nobody can take away the white castle from me!!..
Sure it was better back then but things could have been much worse!!