As I looked at him, his tired bloodshot eyes, sweaty forehead, a cigarette between his fingures trying to steer his 10 lac odd car inch my inch to what people call "home" I could hear what he was thinking as he hung up on a call.
"Fuck the manager. Fuck the project. Fuck everybody. I fuckin have to work till 10 in the night, without time to call my pregnent wife, and the fucker calls me to inform that there is a meeting at 9 tomorrow. Dont I have a life? Whats the point of owning that stupid car one of those movie stars advertises for when I have to drive bumper to bumper hoping those cab basturds dont scratch it.... Fuckin traffic jam on top of that.... At fuckin 1045... Awwwww what a life!!!"
Ya exactly!! What has life gotten now? Every person on the road that late in the night looked so sad and deperssed. Not ONE smile. Not one... Beleive me... I counted. This one guy on a faded blue Bajaj Chetak featuring one of those Red Ferrari helmet was probabally thinking...
"The bloody bitch is going to be waiting for me to get home so that she can start her nagging. What do I care if her brother-in-law has decided to run away from his wife? And why not, if he was trading a life for her sister. I wish I could do that too. And the bloody helmet on top of that. Awwwww what a life!!!"
There was this couple in a brand new Tata Indigo, one of those girly blue colours, relatively new, relatively dented. A relatively new husband and wife I could guess. She had all those bangles and all which those panjabi chicks wear. A layer of makeup and a bright salwar I noticed. Goodlooking is how I would define her. Anyway, new "couple" they were, night it was. I thought atleast there, there would be some romance flowing, some smiles flying around. No, there was none of that. The guy was, basically a rookie at driving was struggling to get the car move the inch it was supposed to move and the girl was looking out of the window thinking...
"Where the hell am I stuck. I am stuck all day at home with the bloody TV or cooking for this bloody joker who cant even drive a car for nuts. I ask him to take me out for dinner one day, and this is what I get? Bloody stuck in a car. What is my life coming to? Awwwww what a life!!!"
Its a sad scene in bangalore. There is so much money. So many software engineers. So many families. And some how there seems to be no happiness. All the happiness is gone. Gone far far away.
A smile just passed my lips, thinking of the everydays I am on my way back from work with all the problems of life in my head, probabally thinking to myself "Awwwww what a life!!!"
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
music - ligament and all that jazz
A French goddess of Greek origin. Thats exactly what she was... A goddess!!! Those pretty large black eyes, her long silky hair, her out of the world smile was more than enough to get whatever she wanted. Over that she played the harp like it was a part of her body. The music just reverbrated in my ears as her fingures moved gently over the 47 stringed instrument... I was in love...
This was just the part of one of the most eventful week ends that went by. Met up a couple of friends and headed to this "FireFly Aashram" on kanakapura road. This was my first weekend with my car as well. So wanted to make it big. We left at around 7, after boring ourself to death at a friends place, where around 15 of us were supposed to meet up and leave from.
The drive was around an hour from the city, and once we took a detour from the main road, the road was dark and dusty and lonely and i really didnt know what i was supposed to be expecting at the festival.
The setting:
The stage was set up under a low grown banayan tree. It was an open air theater of sorts. The open air into the dark night gave the setting an added sense of freedom.
The music:
There were about 20 performances, which consisted of different forms of music, from jazz to greek, quawali to naama dholu kunitha. And ofcourse, my love... she was the best if you ask me.
The crowd:
The more i attend these music concerts in bangalore, the more i get impressed by the quality of the crowd. Just like the maiden concert, here were mostly people who really were interested in the music. There was lots of booze and grass and what not happening... but there was abslutely no misbehavior of any sort. There were foreign chicks all around but not one guy letching at them.
The end:
At around 4 in the morning, when the quawali was going on, i headed back out of the crowd to have a smoke. I had to get down from this high rise wall to get to a place that was away from all the people. I took a jump. I screwed my leg. AGAIN. What followed was a day of lack of sleep, a trip to the doctor, an x-ray, hinged knee braces and a visit to a family function where i got all the sympathy.... he he he....
Cheers!!!!
Thursday, April 12, 2007
AAAAAH!!! What a life!!!!!!
I came accross a very nice article... One of those very few fowards that was readable...
So I am putting this here... Read on... You could be one of us
BEING IN TWENTIES - SOMETHING
It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.
You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.
You look at your job... and it is not even close to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you.
Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn't. One minute, you are insecure and then the next, secure.
You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.
You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you're doing this because you know that you aren't a bad person. One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap. Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself... and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender!
What you may not realize is that every one reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.
We call it the "Quarter-life Crisis."
FATE DETERMINES WHO COMES INTO OUR LIVES.....HEART DETERMINES WHO STAYS
So I am putting this here... Read on... You could be one of us
BEING IN TWENTIES - SOMETHING
It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.
You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.
You look at your job... and it is not even close to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you.
Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn't. One minute, you are insecure and then the next, secure.
You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.
You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you're doing this because you know that you aren't a bad person. One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap. Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself... and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender!
What you may not realize is that every one reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.
We call it the "Quarter-life Crisis."
FATE DETERMINES WHO COMES INTO OUR LIVES.....HEART DETERMINES WHO STAYS
Monday, April 09, 2007
I cant think of a title for this post ;)
Every now and then, one comes accross some form of literature which hits you in some part of your brain or your heart.... here is one such which had made its mark... Go on... Read it.... You WILL like it...
yaava mohana murali kareyithu doora theerake ninnanu
yaava brindavanavu seleyithu ninna mannina kannanu
hoovu hasige chandra chandana baahu bandhana
chumbana
bayake thotada beliyolage karanaganadi ringana
saptha saagaradaacheyello suptha saagara kaadide
moreyadalegala moola marmara indu illigu haayithe
vivashavayithu prana haa....paravashavu ninnee
chethana
"iruvudellava bittu iradudaredege thudivude jeevana"
-gopalakrishna adiga
yaava mohana murali kareyithu doora theerake ninnanu
yaava brindavanavu seleyithu ninna mannina kannanu
hoovu hasige chandra chandana baahu bandhana
chumbana
bayake thotada beliyolage karanaganadi ringana
saptha saagaradaacheyello suptha saagara kaadide
moreyadalegala moola marmara indu illigu haayithe
vivashavayithu prana haa....paravashavu ninnee
chethana
"iruvudellava bittu iradudaredege thudivude jeevana"
-gopalakrishna adiga
Nodi swami navirodu heege - A movie review
I happened to watch lots of movies in the week end that passed. One that stood out was "Nodi Swami Nav Irodu Heege", a Shankar Nag, Arundati Nag, Ramesh Bhat, Master Manjunath starrer. These names may not mean to most people, but these are one of the few people in the kannada film industry who survived on sheer talent.
Every now and then, the kannada film industry comes up with amazing movies. Tho these are few and far between, some such movies are a master peice. This one is just that.
The movie lacks a strong story line or strong characters. Its just an amazingly well made movie. The movie revolves around "mysoor", shankar nags character, who also happens to be the cupid for the love story between "nagesh nuggehalli" (Ramesh Bhat) and "Jaya"(Arundathi Nag)... .Plain and simple love story between these guys, with apt humor at the right times, with a message at the end that for a relationship to work out, there needs a lot of adjustment and patience. Arundathi i thought was a much better actor tho... Have seen her in just one other movie but i guess she is not that good an actor anyway. (Arundathi wiki: Arundathi and Shankar Nag fell in love and got married on the sets of this movie supposedly)
This movie too has a sentimental touch attached with me. History goes that when I was a kid, i used to have long hair and used to look like how Master Manjunath looks in the movie. Also that I had become so popular that people used to call me "chotte munde de", the character of Master Manjunath.
Every now and then, the kannada film industry comes up with amazing movies. Tho these are few and far between, some such movies are a master peice. This one is just that.
The movie lacks a strong story line or strong characters. Its just an amazingly well made movie. The movie revolves around "mysoor", shankar nags character, who also happens to be the cupid for the love story between "nagesh nuggehalli" (Ramesh Bhat) and "Jaya"(Arundathi Nag)... .Plain and simple love story between these guys, with apt humor at the right times, with a message at the end that for a relationship to work out, there needs a lot of adjustment and patience. Arundathi i thought was a much better actor tho... Have seen her in just one other movie but i guess she is not that good an actor anyway. (Arundathi wiki: Arundathi and Shankar Nag fell in love and got married on the sets of this movie supposedly)
This movie too has a sentimental touch attached with me. History goes that when I was a kid, i used to have long hair and used to look like how Master Manjunath looks in the movie. Also that I had become so popular that people used to call me "chotte munde de", the character of Master Manjunath.
Thursday, April 05, 2007
CAR CAR CAR CAR yell nodi CAR
Today is one of those "big" days of my life so to say.... I bought my first CAR....(Second actually but at this point in time we will consider this car my first car for more reasons than one... one of them being I actually didnt blog on the day I bought that car....)... Anyway it feels super nice to be a proud owner of a brand new vehicle.... It feels as if in life, you just took a step up I think. So basically I am super happy today.
Lots of very touchy incidents happened today. Just one of those days which was emotionally dominated I would say. Firstly, some time during the day it actually hit me that I HAD BOUGHT A CAR..... It is not just a car, it is a commitment, a part of my life for a while atleast, its like a wife..... I guess this is the first most committed relationship I am ready to embark on.... its scary sometimes.... but I guess its another step up
One more touchey scene was so....
We were at this temple for we wanted to get the car blessed.... This was my third visit to this temple... and each time I have been there has been with a new vehicle. Anyway, me mom and dad were waiting for the priest to come and bless my car. Dad was looking at the car but I noticed that he was looking way beyond. One of those looks when you are looking at something physically but you actually have another picture in your mind... Then he looks at me and with those experienced eyes he says "Just 13 years ago, when I came to mysore, I never even thought ill have one car in my life... and now, both my sons too have a car"
That was such a nice thing to hear. I think every man is succesful in the eyes of his father. And every success of a man can be best seen only in the eyes of a father. Cheers dad. I am what I am because of you
Lots of very touchy incidents happened today. Just one of those days which was emotionally dominated I would say. Firstly, some time during the day it actually hit me that I HAD BOUGHT A CAR..... It is not just a car, it is a commitment, a part of my life for a while atleast, its like a wife..... I guess this is the first most committed relationship I am ready to embark on.... its scary sometimes.... but I guess its another step up
One more touchey scene was so....
We were at this temple for we wanted to get the car blessed.... This was my third visit to this temple... and each time I have been there has been with a new vehicle. Anyway, me mom and dad were waiting for the priest to come and bless my car. Dad was looking at the car but I noticed that he was looking way beyond. One of those looks when you are looking at something physically but you actually have another picture in your mind... Then he looks at me and with those experienced eyes he says "Just 13 years ago, when I came to mysore, I never even thought ill have one car in my life... and now, both my sons too have a car"
That was such a nice thing to hear. I think every man is succesful in the eyes of his father. And every success of a man can be best seen only in the eyes of a father. Cheers dad. I am what I am because of you
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
OH AH INDIA AYI LA INDIA
World cup fever comes to an end. Atleast for Indians. Atleast for me. I had a lot of things planned for this world cup. This world cup in a way was, a very important one in my life for more than one reason. One is of course, that probabally the last world cup for Sachin, Dravid, Kumble, Ganguly et all. And these are the cricketers I grew up with, know what I mean... When I started watching or following cricket, these guys were also planting their first strong steps on the game. In a way, they grew old with us. One more reason this world cup was to be special was that this was probabally the last world cup I would get to watch as a bachelor, you know, like a real one, no issues of family and home and shit like that. Just me and the guys, all watching cricket. We had decided to make this world cup special. We had all worked out stratergies to get to handle work timings and made arrangements to watch each match at pubs and friends places and such. Infact, ski got a tv home, a small i guess 5 inch tv with an antenna. So funny it is, black and white and catches only dd. Infact the Ind vs SL match i watched on that only. :-)
But the bloody fuckers(in a mallu accent) spoilt it all. Not even reach bloody super 8s. Out loosing to Bangladesh. The only highlight I would take back, you know, when i am old and i look back at my past and think of world cup 2007, will probabally remember the world record score in world cups against bermuda and conversly bob woulmers death.
Sad for the team though. I am sure they must be by themselves already feeling pretty sad. Its sad to loose any game. Especially against a week team. More so when there are a lot of people supporting you. And "Team India" had freaking millions of people holding their balls, hoping for a kick ass performance. On top of that the way we treated them is sad. Emails circulating about these people with alternative career paths is acceptable. Bloody taking to the streets with posters, having a fake burial of the players, giving them the "chappli" treatment, damaging the players houses and stuff was a little too much. Not after how they were treated just a couple of weeks ago, comparing the team to the 83 world cup team and events for cheering up the team and the kind of advertisements that came out and stuff. An Indian cricketer would definetely know how green the grass it is on either side of stardom.
Friday, March 23, 2007
Potty!!!
Reached home after a tough day at work. Not a particularly tough day that I should be cribbing about. Just end of another tiring day. Kinda physically and mentally exhausted. Since it was summer, I decide that I would have the second bath of the day. Once the bucket of hot water was ready, I headed to the bathroom with a towel around me. Just as I entered the bathroom, I felt like taking a shit. So got myself a cigarette and the days news paper and sat down. WOAH!!! How relaxing was that. Am not just talking about the shit, the whole process of sitting on the shit pot with a news paper with a cigarette in my hand.
I think every man existing, spends those precious 10 mins of every day of his life in the loo with his news paper. This is one place he knows he wont be distrubed by anyone and the enclosed space gives him a sense of security which I think makes those few minutes completely tension free and being naked enhances that sense of freedom. And so he reads on, letting his body do its part. It actually makes more sense to the news when it is read in the loo. Not just news, just anything read on the mighty pot makes the content worthwhile and things hit where they have to. A refrigirator and a TV if provided would make a man agree to spend the rest of his life in the loo. Atleast I would. What else do we want, a TV, an occasional beer, an occasional cigarette and effortless movement less excretion space. The complete man I guess.... :-)
I think every man existing, spends those precious 10 mins of every day of his life in the loo with his news paper. This is one place he knows he wont be distrubed by anyone and the enclosed space gives him a sense of security which I think makes those few minutes completely tension free and being naked enhances that sense of freedom. And so he reads on, letting his body do its part. It actually makes more sense to the news when it is read in the loo. Not just news, just anything read on the mighty pot makes the content worthwhile and things hit where they have to. A refrigirator and a TV if provided would make a man agree to spend the rest of his life in the loo. Atleast I would. What else do we want, a TV, an occasional beer, an occasional cigarette and effortless movement less excretion space. The complete man I guess.... :-)
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
woOow what a week end!!!
Another amazing week end passed by. And WOOOW!!!! What a week end!!!!
Friday night was one big drunk mistake. As a ritual, we met up at some friends place for a couple of drinks to kick start the week end ahead. Normal scene, 4 5 of us sitting and drinking with TV on in the background, and basically discussion work and world cup circket.
I had to leave to hand over some STUFF to a Gotli. So left and Adi joined me to drop me off to my bike. There we decided that we would go out for a cup of tea. What followed next was something i least expected. In an hour from the time we decided that we should have tea, we were in a car heading towards mandya. We IT people just cant seem to live without Coffee Days. The highlight of the journey was this random drunk guy we met on the streets and became friends with. Sandeep was his name. He bloody had the balls to stop our car and talk to us. Proud of you mate.
Reached bangalore and hit the bed at 8AM Sat morning. After 2 hours of sleep and nearly 2 hours on my bike, me and viksa were heading towards palace grounds, where i was about to witness the greatest concert I have till date been to.
Iron Maiden performing live is a pretty big deal for a decent rock fan. And there was a big crowd, mostly in black IM tees waiting eagerly for the show. The turn offs for the who was this opening band called "Fuck the Name" who apperantly had won some "Campus rock" competation and ofcourse Lorren Harris, Steve's daughter. I wonder who the judges were that dick of a competation cos they sucked, and this chick i am sure is not steve's biological daughter. God she sucked. There was this guy in the audience who was like showing his arse to her which was pretty much what everyone was watching.
After all this shit, when IM came on, it was crazy. The stage was just awsome and who can comment on the band's performance. I am sure each one present there was in a high cos of music. The best part of the show was that there was so many people and so much alcohol and so much drugs and yet not one sign of trouble. A rough estimate by me says that there were atleast 20 thousand people in that place and atleast 80 percent were high on alcohol and atleast 50 % were high on grass and other drugs. But it was all so cool. Three cheers to the "Bangalore Rock music followers".
Sunday was a lazy day as usual. The highlight of sunday was the 2 movies I watched. One was this totally hilarious "Honey Moon Travels Pvt Ltd" and the other was Ram Gopal Verma's "Nishabd". Honeymoon Travels lacked a basic story line. It definetely lacked content. But the performance of every start was awsome. Special mentions to Kay Kay and Bomman Irani and for once Amisha Patel has played her part well. The subtle theme comes out of the movie. All in all, 2 and a half hours of entertainment. Time-Pass material.
Nishabd is a master peice. As usual, Ramu does not fail to captivate the audience. The plot becomes complex as the movie progresses and at one point of time, you are so lost in the movie that you are in fact tense on how the bloody plot will be solved. Jiah Khan looks super hot and super sexy but the star of the movie is Big B. After ages, there was love in the experienced eyes of the superstar. Almost subbmissive to love Bacchan's performance is one that is going to be remembered for a long time.
All in all, a splended week end, the worst part being starting off the monday, on UGADI at work. We were like the only company working in the whole of bangalore. WOOOW what a company ;-)
Friday night was one big drunk mistake. As a ritual, we met up at some friends place for a couple of drinks to kick start the week end ahead. Normal scene, 4 5 of us sitting and drinking with TV on in the background, and basically discussion work and world cup circket.
I had to leave to hand over some STUFF to a Gotli. So left and Adi joined me to drop me off to my bike. There we decided that we would go out for a cup of tea. What followed next was something i least expected. In an hour from the time we decided that we should have tea, we were in a car heading towards mandya. We IT people just cant seem to live without Coffee Days. The highlight of the journey was this random drunk guy we met on the streets and became friends with. Sandeep was his name. He bloody had the balls to stop our car and talk to us. Proud of you mate.
Reached bangalore and hit the bed at 8AM Sat morning. After 2 hours of sleep and nearly 2 hours on my bike, me and viksa were heading towards palace grounds, where i was about to witness the greatest concert I have till date been to.
Iron Maiden performing live is a pretty big deal for a decent rock fan. And there was a big crowd, mostly in black IM tees waiting eagerly for the show. The turn offs for the who was this opening band called "Fuck the Name" who apperantly had won some "Campus rock" competation and ofcourse Lorren Harris, Steve's daughter. I wonder who the judges were that dick of a competation cos they sucked, and this chick i am sure is not steve's biological daughter. God she sucked. There was this guy in the audience who was like showing his arse to her which was pretty much what everyone was watching.
After all this shit, when IM came on, it was crazy. The stage was just awsome and who can comment on the band's performance. I am sure each one present there was in a high cos of music. The best part of the show was that there was so many people and so much alcohol and so much drugs and yet not one sign of trouble. A rough estimate by me says that there were atleast 20 thousand people in that place and atleast 80 percent were high on alcohol and atleast 50 % were high on grass and other drugs. But it was all so cool. Three cheers to the "Bangalore Rock music followers".
Sunday was a lazy day as usual. The highlight of sunday was the 2 movies I watched. One was this totally hilarious "Honey Moon Travels Pvt Ltd" and the other was Ram Gopal Verma's "Nishabd". Honeymoon Travels lacked a basic story line. It definetely lacked content. But the performance of every start was awsome. Special mentions to Kay Kay and Bomman Irani and for once Amisha Patel has played her part well. The subtle theme comes out of the movie. All in all, 2 and a half hours of entertainment. Time-Pass material.
Nishabd is a master peice. As usual, Ramu does not fail to captivate the audience. The plot becomes complex as the movie progresses and at one point of time, you are so lost in the movie that you are in fact tense on how the bloody plot will be solved. Jiah Khan looks super hot and super sexy but the star of the movie is Big B. After ages, there was love in the experienced eyes of the superstar. Almost subbmissive to love Bacchan's performance is one that is going to be remembered for a long time.
All in all, a splended week end, the worst part being starting off the monday, on UGADI at work. We were like the only company working in the whole of bangalore. WOOOW what a company ;-)
Monday, March 05, 2007
Statuary warning: "Smoking is relaxing"
In the 24 odd years of existance on this planet, as a social being, I have been asked tonnes of questions by tonnes of people. It some how fits into the scheme of things - Asking and answering questions.
Of the questions I have answered, over the last 5 years the most common question I have been quizzed with is, "Why do you smoke?"(and mostly this there is a tone which is associated with this, the same tone which is probabally used in a police introgation) One of the wierdest questions, and I have I guess tackled it with ease, answering it in a way it satisfies the person who asked the question in question. Anyway, most of them have been lies. How else do you think I can say whatever I am going to say in the following lines to every Tom, Dick or whoever.....
A cigarette has been my single most reliable companion for 5 years now. Every once in a while I feel that everyone feels a need to just unplug from life and spend a quiet moment alone. And it gets lonely out there on those unplugged outings. This is the time in life when the cigarette comes in. Its just there, with you, just sharing your misery, just not asking anything in return, not asking anything atall infact.
Once the cigarette is out of the pack and shoved between the lips is when the fun starts. Its a very strange comforting feeling when this peice of paper sits between the lips. Its just freedom re-incarnated. Before the actual process of lighting the cigarette, the instant a match is struck, the feeling of "AMEN! And there shall be light in your life" occurs. Once the fire hits the tip of your cigarette, the sound of burning fresh tobaccoo is very soothning to the ear. The first drag I think the best drag in a smoke. The smell of burning tobacco, the touch of the white smoke inside the lungs, the flavour of the tobacco on the tongue, the heat which touches you from within, all these gel up and gave a "out of the world" effect on the mind. Its just too relaxing.
So thats what I do. I smoke to relax. So stop asking me that....
Of the questions I have answered, over the last 5 years the most common question I have been quizzed with is, "Why do you smoke?"(and mostly this there is a tone which is associated with this, the same tone which is probabally used in a police introgation) One of the wierdest questions, and I have I guess tackled it with ease, answering it in a way it satisfies the person who asked the question in question. Anyway, most of them have been lies. How else do you think I can say whatever I am going to say in the following lines to every Tom, Dick or whoever.....
A cigarette has been my single most reliable companion for 5 years now. Every once in a while I feel that everyone feels a need to just unplug from life and spend a quiet moment alone. And it gets lonely out there on those unplugged outings. This is the time in life when the cigarette comes in. Its just there, with you, just sharing your misery, just not asking anything in return, not asking anything atall infact.
Once the cigarette is out of the pack and shoved between the lips is when the fun starts. Its a very strange comforting feeling when this peice of paper sits between the lips. Its just freedom re-incarnated. Before the actual process of lighting the cigarette, the instant a match is struck, the feeling of "AMEN! And there shall be light in your life" occurs. Once the fire hits the tip of your cigarette, the sound of burning fresh tobaccoo is very soothning to the ear. The first drag I think the best drag in a smoke. The smell of burning tobacco, the touch of the white smoke inside the lungs, the flavour of the tobacco on the tongue, the heat which touches you from within, all these gel up and gave a "out of the world" effect on the mind. Its just too relaxing.
So thats what I do. I smoke to relax. So stop asking me that....
Monday, February 26, 2007
A perfect week end
Its not every trip to mysore I sit and try writing out a blog. Come on, mysore is my home town or atleast thats where my parents live. So I get to go when I feel like going there. But its always been that I dont go too often for more than one reasons which is a completely different blog material. Anyway, what I am writing about is a trip I just got back from yesterday, from Mysore.
This is one trip which made me question my actions in life. I some how felt that in the persuit of life in terms of career and money, there is so much I have lost.
Anyway, lets cut the philosophy crap and this is how the trip went....
Friday evening:
Time: approx 5 PM
Mood: Irritated
Still stuck at work. Release of some major CR's are under way. The testing has been succesful offshore. But the release notes are to be prepared and stuff. And I want to leave. The train is at 6 and I need to get into it. This trip to mysore is pretty important. There has been some kind of family tension at home and there has been a lot of tension in my life too. So I am hoping that this outing back home will put things in its place.
Me and sunil finally leave office at 545. Get home pick up his stuff, pick up my stuff and head to the bus stand.
Friday evening:
Time: approx 10 PM
Mood: Content
After a heavy meal, an amazing meal of amazingly cooked food, we settle down in front of the Telivision, something i dont have the luxuary of watching in bangalore. Have a casual chat with parents for an hour or so. Once they slept we headed up to our rooms. One smoke in the balcony of your Fathers house and you feel so beg. You feel so big.
Satarday morning
Time: approx 10 AM
Mood: Yawn!!!!
Lazily I wake up from bed. Its pretty common when I wake up and see a man sleeping next to me. Its not too uncommon in this busy world of IT. There are men eveywhere, work, play, food, drink, smoke. For Bangalore its raining men. So wake up the man for the night go down for a cup of coffee. Want to go for a drive but the car is not there. Mom out of the blue has got into a "social service" mode. She was born in some government hospital itseems, and now after 50 odd years she feels she has to give it back to the hospital. So she has gone to take care of the patients there, and my dad, like most men is out chauffering his wife. Wonder why they call it a male dominated society.
I take my Kienetic Honda and head to "mailari" so that sunil gets a dose of our Mysore dosas. After a sumptious set masala dose we head to the most visited place in Mysore, Manjus. They should make this place a tourist attraction I feel. Cos every JCite who visits Mysore after college has to set foot in this holy place. The coffees the teas and Manju, a great combination.
Satarday afternoon
Time: 2 PM approx
Mood: Yaaaaawn!!!!
Another heavy meal. Another amazingly cooked home meal. I want to sleep. But I have to take sunil around. So one a sunny satarday afternoon we head towards nowhere. And as usual, first stop Manjus. Next we head towards balmuri. Once small drive and we are there, on the banks of river kaveri. A beer here a smoke there and next moment we are all in the water (All meaning my sunil and a few of my other friends). After a relaxing bath we are back to pitstop manjus. Its almost 6 now, the sun is fading. Perfect time to go to greens. A coffee in Greens is the most relaxing thing to do any evening. Just sit there, legs close to your body, a hot sip of coffee, a dry drag of a cigarette and it feels like heaven. I wish I could do this more often.
Satarday evening
Time: 7 PM
Mood: Relaxed but nostalgic
The coffee in Greens had done something. Was not physically and mentally in the same time-space constant.
The drive to chamundi is one another amazing things that makes me reach the pinacle of happiness. The drive in the dark with just the lights of the car showing the way is just too good. And once we reach a certain height, looking at the lights of mysore is just an awsome view. Far away in the sky, the setting sun, dark clowds with a redish border, and lights of the city make the view breathtaking.
On the way down the hill, we stopped at nandi. Not some thing i have done often. So we went near nandi and there is a cave temple which is not too visited my common man. We went there. That was a nice experience too. That guy there, the baba gave us sugar crystals, with a twinkle in his eye. Wonder what he thougt we were high on ;-)
Satarday night
Time: approx 1030 PM
Mood: Pretty high
The hill was just too good. Not only nice at that instant of time, but the trip down memory lane was also amazing. We headed down to planet x to have a drink and dinner. And since we had time, we needed to kill it. The choice we had was go karting, play pool, bowling, video games or mini golf. We choose mini golf. One hell of a time we had. And just for the record, the score was sunil 3.5 and tejas 4. Succesful victory. To celebrate this, we headed to the restaurant. One taquila shot and a beer and we were "good to go". The drive back home was another thrilling experience. Once a man is a intoxicated state, especially intoxicated on alcohol and has a wheel to handle, it brings out a real man in him. Its like experiencing freedom at its peak
Sunday morning
Time: approx 11 AM
Mood: Happy
A game of snooker to finish off the almost perfect week end. And thats where we headed next. Sunil was a beginer in the game, and I was giving him my professional tips ;-) . As I sat down looking at him playing his shots, improving every second, i just felt that something was missing. Something was incomplete and .... and my phone rang. With a smile i take the call, the call seemed to complete the puzzle of life. The voice of someone who you long to talk to all the time calls you at the time of bliss is like "a stariway to heaven"
Sunday evening
Time: approx 7 PM
Mood: Lonely and tripping
A train journey is always trippy. More so if you are stuffed at the door and are looking out into the fading light. Its just as if life passes you by and you are looking at it as if looking at a movie. The movie of your life. The movie I watched on this day had a happy ending. It was a happy happy week end alltogether.
Monday morning
Time 930 AM
Mood: Yaaaaawn!!!!
The week end is gone. Over. Just a perfect week end. Its monday morning. I have to get back to work. I cant beleive i have given up so much of a life in mysore to get up and head in the traffic towards work. UFFFFFF
This is one trip which made me question my actions in life. I some how felt that in the persuit of life in terms of career and money, there is so much I have lost.
Anyway, lets cut the philosophy crap and this is how the trip went....
Friday evening:
Time: approx 5 PM
Mood: Irritated
Still stuck at work. Release of some major CR's are under way. The testing has been succesful offshore. But the release notes are to be prepared and stuff. And I want to leave. The train is at 6 and I need to get into it. This trip to mysore is pretty important. There has been some kind of family tension at home and there has been a lot of tension in my life too. So I am hoping that this outing back home will put things in its place.
Me and sunil finally leave office at 545. Get home pick up his stuff, pick up my stuff and head to the bus stand.
Friday evening:
Time: approx 10 PM
Mood: Content
After a heavy meal, an amazing meal of amazingly cooked food, we settle down in front of the Telivision, something i dont have the luxuary of watching in bangalore. Have a casual chat with parents for an hour or so. Once they slept we headed up to our rooms. One smoke in the balcony of your Fathers house and you feel so beg. You feel so big.
Satarday morning
Time: approx 10 AM
Mood: Yawn!!!!
Lazily I wake up from bed. Its pretty common when I wake up and see a man sleeping next to me. Its not too uncommon in this busy world of IT. There are men eveywhere, work, play, food, drink, smoke. For Bangalore its raining men. So wake up the man for the night go down for a cup of coffee. Want to go for a drive but the car is not there. Mom out of the blue has got into a "social service" mode. She was born in some government hospital itseems, and now after 50 odd years she feels she has to give it back to the hospital. So she has gone to take care of the patients there, and my dad, like most men is out chauffering his wife. Wonder why they call it a male dominated society.
I take my Kienetic Honda and head to "mailari" so that sunil gets a dose of our Mysore dosas. After a sumptious set masala dose we head to the most visited place in Mysore, Manjus. They should make this place a tourist attraction I feel. Cos every JCite who visits Mysore after college has to set foot in this holy place. The coffees the teas and Manju, a great combination.
Satarday afternoon
Time: 2 PM approx
Mood: Yaaaaawn!!!!
Another heavy meal. Another amazingly cooked home meal. I want to sleep. But I have to take sunil around. So one a sunny satarday afternoon we head towards nowhere. And as usual, first stop Manjus. Next we head towards balmuri. Once small drive and we are there, on the banks of river kaveri. A beer here a smoke there and next moment we are all in the water (All meaning my sunil and a few of my other friends). After a relaxing bath we are back to pitstop manjus. Its almost 6 now, the sun is fading. Perfect time to go to greens. A coffee in Greens is the most relaxing thing to do any evening. Just sit there, legs close to your body, a hot sip of coffee, a dry drag of a cigarette and it feels like heaven. I wish I could do this more often.
Satarday evening
Time: 7 PM
Mood: Relaxed but nostalgic
The coffee in Greens had done something. Was not physically and mentally in the same time-space constant.
The drive to chamundi is one another amazing things that makes me reach the pinacle of happiness. The drive in the dark with just the lights of the car showing the way is just too good. And once we reach a certain height, looking at the lights of mysore is just an awsome view. Far away in the sky, the setting sun, dark clowds with a redish border, and lights of the city make the view breathtaking.
On the way down the hill, we stopped at nandi. Not some thing i have done often. So we went near nandi and there is a cave temple which is not too visited my common man. We went there. That was a nice experience too. That guy there, the baba gave us sugar crystals, with a twinkle in his eye. Wonder what he thougt we were high on ;-)
Satarday night
Time: approx 1030 PM
Mood: Pretty high
The hill was just too good. Not only nice at that instant of time, but the trip down memory lane was also amazing. We headed down to planet x to have a drink and dinner. And since we had time, we needed to kill it. The choice we had was go karting, play pool, bowling, video games or mini golf. We choose mini golf. One hell of a time we had. And just for the record, the score was sunil 3.5 and tejas 4. Succesful victory. To celebrate this, we headed to the restaurant. One taquila shot and a beer and we were "good to go". The drive back home was another thrilling experience. Once a man is a intoxicated state, especially intoxicated on alcohol and has a wheel to handle, it brings out a real man in him. Its like experiencing freedom at its peak
Sunday morning
Time: approx 11 AM
Mood: Happy
A game of snooker to finish off the almost perfect week end. And thats where we headed next. Sunil was a beginer in the game, and I was giving him my professional tips ;-) . As I sat down looking at him playing his shots, improving every second, i just felt that something was missing. Something was incomplete and .... and my phone rang. With a smile i take the call, the call seemed to complete the puzzle of life. The voice of someone who you long to talk to all the time calls you at the time of bliss is like "a stariway to heaven"
Sunday evening
Time: approx 7 PM
Mood: Lonely and tripping
A train journey is always trippy. More so if you are stuffed at the door and are looking out into the fading light. Its just as if life passes you by and you are looking at it as if looking at a movie. The movie of your life. The movie I watched on this day had a happy ending. It was a happy happy week end alltogether.
Monday morning
Time 930 AM
Mood: Yaaaaawn!!!!
The week end is gone. Over. Just a perfect week end. Its monday morning. I have to get back to work. I cant beleive i have given up so much of a life in mysore to get up and head in the traffic towards work. UFFFFFF
Monday, January 22, 2007
City full of OLD Shit
Wierd day.... 21st January 2007...
I headed back to Bangalore from Mysore in a cousins car. Honda City V-Tech. First time in that car. Super it is. Chandru (Moms cousin) was driving... Eaisly cruised to about 100, and i am sure it would have gone higher, but for some reason, Chandru was not flooring it. I guess it was the presense of his son and mom, or may be after a certain age, speed does not facinate one.
Arrived in bangalore and took an Auto-Rickshaw towards home. Jayanagar to Indranagar. Fare some 80 odd indian rupees. Happened to get into an auto which was owned by a muslim. That i found out by looking at some urdu stickers in his wagon and also checking out his "driver details" which is mandatory on all autos now(After the call center incidents that have been terrorising the city). Rehmatulla Khan. Had a general conversation, and he spoke perfect kannada.
Were near ulsoor, where most of the problem had occured(... and that we found out later) and we saw lots of police and fire men and remains of distruction. Hindu muslim riots started due to Saddam hussains death and also some rally organised by VHP. It seemed pretty strange that a couple of hindus in a muslim auto driven my a muslim driver were able to travel in perfect harmony in a place surrounded my distruction cos of the same this religious disharmony.
Came home, and my owner had arrived from Singapore.
Owner: Very very old man, prolly in his 85s, Pakka tamil brahmin, very very methodical, and very very orthodox thinking.Can manage english, but speaks mostly tamil.
Owner's wife: Pretty old, much more orthodox, much more Pakka tamil brahmin. Cannot speak anything but tamil and cannot understand anything i speak, neither can i.
So after 6 months he is back and i have to give him details of all the bills and back reciepts. After a tiring day, am in no mood to do anything and not especiallly this shit. 1 hour of solid "old man's talk" i got, on how to be a good person, how to pay bills on time, how to take care of onself when you are alone and some history on how he broke his leg, how his son finished his mba, how his singapore trip was and stuff.
Another end to another wierd day!!!
I headed back to Bangalore from Mysore in a cousins car. Honda City V-Tech. First time in that car. Super it is. Chandru (Moms cousin) was driving... Eaisly cruised to about 100, and i am sure it would have gone higher, but for some reason, Chandru was not flooring it. I guess it was the presense of his son and mom, or may be after a certain age, speed does not facinate one.
Arrived in bangalore and took an Auto-Rickshaw towards home. Jayanagar to Indranagar. Fare some 80 odd indian rupees. Happened to get into an auto which was owned by a muslim. That i found out by looking at some urdu stickers in his wagon and also checking out his "driver details" which is mandatory on all autos now(After the call center incidents that have been terrorising the city). Rehmatulla Khan. Had a general conversation, and he spoke perfect kannada.
Were near ulsoor, where most of the problem had occured(... and that we found out later) and we saw lots of police and fire men and remains of distruction. Hindu muslim riots started due to Saddam hussains death and also some rally organised by VHP. It seemed pretty strange that a couple of hindus in a muslim auto driven my a muslim driver were able to travel in perfect harmony in a place surrounded my distruction cos of the same this religious disharmony.
Came home, and my owner had arrived from Singapore.
Owner: Very very old man, prolly in his 85s, Pakka tamil brahmin, very very methodical, and very very orthodox thinking.Can manage english, but speaks mostly tamil.
Owner's wife: Pretty old, much more orthodox, much more Pakka tamil brahmin. Cannot speak anything but tamil and cannot understand anything i speak, neither can i.
So after 6 months he is back and i have to give him details of all the bills and back reciepts. After a tiring day, am in no mood to do anything and not especiallly this shit. 1 hour of solid "old man's talk" i got, on how to be a good person, how to pay bills on time, how to take care of onself when you are alone and some history on how he broke his leg, how his son finished his mba, how his singapore trip was and stuff.
Another end to another wierd day!!!
Friday, December 22, 2006
Another page of Tejas' Diary
Events of 21st december 2006
0900 hours: The alarm in my phone has been ringing for an hour now and i have been snoozing it over and over again. Its as if the alarm is saying "Son of a bitch, get your fuckin ass off the bed and get to work and stop pushing my balls over and over again". I eventually make my mind up and start looking at what i have to do to get to work. Bare minimum is get bath and find clean clothes and leave.
1030 hours: I am already super late to work and am having breakfast with beloved SKI at our own Srinidhi Sagar. Once tomato rice bath, half a coffee. Ski is wearing a white T-Shirt and he spills coffee all over it. And i go HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
1115 house: My first cup of coffee is over. Done with dealing with my emails of yesterday. Pick up my TT racked and am heading towards the TT table. Phone rings. Ski it is.
"Hello" I say
"Teja" he says in a tone which he ususally uses when he is super drunk
"Are you bloody drunk at 11 in the morning? Are you not going to work??"
"I met with an accident"
"What?"
"hummm my leg hurts man... help me"
"Where are you dude, whats wrong??"
"I am at !#%^&&*(&^. Fell of the bike. I am badly hurt"
"Are you bleeding??"
"Ya"
"Lots?"
"I dont know... please come"
"I am leaving now. Just stay where you are. Ill call you"
1145 hours: I get to the spot, to ski sitting on the pavement alone. He is just sitting and his bike is next to him. I go up to him and check him out. He is scratched himself all over, hands, legs everything. His pretty face is unaffected. Thank you govt. of Karnataka for making helmets compulsary. I try to make him stand and he cant move. His leg is pretty fucked. People start gathering around. An auto guy comes and helps ski inside. We head to CMH.
1330 hours: After talking to about 5 doctors, and atleast 25 trips to differnt counters in the hospital, we have finally landed outside the orthopedcian. The x ray is on its way and ski says
"Man, it hurts but the nurses here are ok"
"Shut the fuck up ski, your bloody leg is screwed. They are going to amputate it HA HA HA HA"
"LO aadru... he he he he"
1345 hours: The doctor has examined both the xray and the patient. He calls me inside his chamber, while ski is being treated with some crape bandaid and crape. The doctor shows me the xray and says, "there is a fracture in his knee, and the bone that is affected is called %&^$%& which have ligaments attached to it. A surgery has to be conduted sometime tomorrow." and i am like "aa uh aa ok. Surgery? hummm... can i just go out for a minute." I really needed a smoke. Needed to figure out stuff. Should ski be operated there? I should inform his parents. There should surely be a second opinion on this. Whaat will i tell ski What will i tell his parents. Who will i tell anything. God!!!
1415 hours: I am trying real hard to contact skis parents. They are not reachable anywhere. I have gone out and made a dozen phonecalls to lots of people trying to organise things. I have decided that i have to get ski to mysore. Still have not contacted his parents. Totu is on his way down. Finally some one to share the decision making. I go down to inform the doctor this decision. There i come accross ski and a nurse having a small argument of sorts. I find out what it was and this is what i heard. The nurse has to crape his knee and she thinks she has to cut his trouser for that. Ski says its a new trouser, which he bought(or was bought) just yesterday and hence he wont allow that to happen. Guys, grow up and do something about it. Damn the trouser ski, let it go is what i thought.
1600 hours: We are in a qualis. Man the car is amazing. Ski is sitting behind, his leg fully bandaged. Me and totu are sitting in front. Ski is enjoying his "Fruit and Nut" which was bought for him at the Shell Fuel station. Me and totu enjoying our lays and pepsi. We are on our way to mysore. A ha!!! Mysore, here we come
1930 hours: Appolo hospital mysore. One more round of xrays and stuff. Doc says no surgery as yet. Cast for 4 weeks. Delux room for ski with all the pretty nurses he always fantasises about.
2400 hours: Me and totu on our way back to bangalore. Arya playing in the in car LCD screen. I am pretty stoned because of the hard days work. UFFFFF !!!!!
0900 hours the next day: The alarm in my phone has been ringing for an hour now and i have been snoozing it over and over again. Its as if the alarm is saying "Son of a bitch, get your fuckin ass off the bed and get to work and stop pushing my balls over and over again". I eventually make my mind up and start looking at what i have to do to get to work. Bare minimum is get bath and find clean clothes and leave.
I pick up my wallet to go for a cup of early morning Tea, and... and....
MY ATM CARD IS MISSING!!!!! I left it in the ATM yesterday!!!!
0900 hours: The alarm in my phone has been ringing for an hour now and i have been snoozing it over and over again. Its as if the alarm is saying "Son of a bitch, get your fuckin ass off the bed and get to work and stop pushing my balls over and over again". I eventually make my mind up and start looking at what i have to do to get to work. Bare minimum is get bath and find clean clothes and leave.
1030 hours: I am already super late to work and am having breakfast with beloved SKI at our own Srinidhi Sagar. Once tomato rice bath, half a coffee. Ski is wearing a white T-Shirt and he spills coffee all over it. And i go HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
1115 house: My first cup of coffee is over. Done with dealing with my emails of yesterday. Pick up my TT racked and am heading towards the TT table. Phone rings. Ski it is.
"Hello" I say
"Teja" he says in a tone which he ususally uses when he is super drunk
"Are you bloody drunk at 11 in the morning? Are you not going to work??"
"I met with an accident"
"What?"
"hummm my leg hurts man... help me"
"Where are you dude, whats wrong??"
"I am at !#%^&&*(&^. Fell of the bike. I am badly hurt"
"Are you bleeding??"
"Ya"
"Lots?"
"I dont know... please come"
"I am leaving now. Just stay where you are. Ill call you"
1145 hours: I get to the spot, to ski sitting on the pavement alone. He is just sitting and his bike is next to him. I go up to him and check him out. He is scratched himself all over, hands, legs everything. His pretty face is unaffected. Thank you govt. of Karnataka for making helmets compulsary. I try to make him stand and he cant move. His leg is pretty fucked. People start gathering around. An auto guy comes and helps ski inside. We head to CMH.
1330 hours: After talking to about 5 doctors, and atleast 25 trips to differnt counters in the hospital, we have finally landed outside the orthopedcian. The x ray is on its way and ski says
"Man, it hurts but the nurses here are ok"
"Shut the fuck up ski, your bloody leg is screwed. They are going to amputate it HA HA HA HA"
"LO aadru... he he he he"
1345 hours: The doctor has examined both the xray and the patient. He calls me inside his chamber, while ski is being treated with some crape bandaid and crape. The doctor shows me the xray and says, "there is a fracture in his knee, and the bone that is affected is called %&^$%& which have ligaments attached to it. A surgery has to be conduted sometime tomorrow." and i am like "aa uh aa ok. Surgery? hummm... can i just go out for a minute." I really needed a smoke. Needed to figure out stuff. Should ski be operated there? I should inform his parents. There should surely be a second opinion on this. Whaat will i tell ski What will i tell his parents. Who will i tell anything. God!!!
1415 hours: I am trying real hard to contact skis parents. They are not reachable anywhere. I have gone out and made a dozen phonecalls to lots of people trying to organise things. I have decided that i have to get ski to mysore. Still have not contacted his parents. Totu is on his way down. Finally some one to share the decision making. I go down to inform the doctor this decision. There i come accross ski and a nurse having a small argument of sorts. I find out what it was and this is what i heard. The nurse has to crape his knee and she thinks she has to cut his trouser for that. Ski says its a new trouser, which he bought(or was bought) just yesterday and hence he wont allow that to happen. Guys, grow up and do something about it. Damn the trouser ski, let it go is what i thought.
1600 hours: We are in a qualis. Man the car is amazing. Ski is sitting behind, his leg fully bandaged. Me and totu are sitting in front. Ski is enjoying his "Fruit and Nut" which was bought for him at the Shell Fuel station. Me and totu enjoying our lays and pepsi. We are on our way to mysore. A ha!!! Mysore, here we come
1930 hours: Appolo hospital mysore. One more round of xrays and stuff. Doc says no surgery as yet. Cast for 4 weeks. Delux room for ski with all the pretty nurses he always fantasises about.
2400 hours: Me and totu on our way back to bangalore. Arya playing in the in car LCD screen. I am pretty stoned because of the hard days work. UFFFFF !!!!!
0900 hours the next day: The alarm in my phone has been ringing for an hour now and i have been snoozing it over and over again. Its as if the alarm is saying "Son of a bitch, get your fuckin ass off the bed and get to work and stop pushing my balls over and over again". I eventually make my mind up and start looking at what i have to do to get to work. Bare minimum is get bath and find clean clothes and leave.
I pick up my wallet to go for a cup of early morning Tea, and... and....
MY ATM CARD IS MISSING!!!!! I left it in the ATM yesterday!!!!
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
ahem ahem AMEN!!!!
Another good morning in my life. Week day. Have to get up, go for a walk in the cold decembber winter to grap a cup of coffee, come back, take turns with ski to take control of the bathroom to do the daily duties, find clothes to wear and hit the road to dodge traffic and get to work. This is how most of my week day mornings are... and thats how today was... well almost....
I had won the battle and had got an unopposed control over the bathroom. So i am done with my bath and i am walking around in the house after a nice hot bath with just a towel in my house when i hear a knock on the door. Thats the most uncommon thing that could happen at the place i stay. I go and open the door to see 2 people, in their early 50s, dressed in proper formals with tie and all that jazz. Thts the second most uncommon thing that has happened today. The average age of a person who enters my house is 24.
I am kind taken aback, excuse myself, go inside, get into the first track and T i find and went out there to face them. All this while, whats running in my head is, Oh god what have i done... which neighbour is it who has come to complain.... or did some one mess around with some one and i have become a victim of mistaken identity... or.... and things like that. I go out and he shakes my hand and then what followed was one of the wierdest conversations i have had with such an old man at that time of the day with an unintoxicated body...
He: Hi my name is ******.
Me: Hello Sir, I am Tejas
He: We are from a group called ********. We are here to spread the word of justice. Do you think the justice we are as people are getting is right?
Me: Sorry... What do you mean (What the hell is this guy talkin suddenly on something strange)
He: Say for example, does it make sense that the recent Jasica Lal case. Do you think that is fair? Do you think that is justice? Should that guy have not been behind bars much much earlier. The justice system is not right. So our group are out there trying to spread awareness about this justice system. What do you think sir, do you think the justice we are having is right?
Me: I dont know. I think its alright. Actually it does not make any sense that someone is going behind bars years after committing a crime. And i am thinking, dude let me go... i still have to get dressed and get to work... i am already freaking late...
He: Now think about Hitlor and such people who have done so much to destroy mankind. These kind of ...
Me: Hitler? So what, he was a dictator. He has done so much good for the society. How can someone just say that he as done bad and make him a anagonist. What about what all he has done for humanity
He: Well what i am saying is that such people have no right to destroy the creation of god.
Me: WOH!!! WOH!!! Where did God come into all this? Boss, i know where this is going... not the right way to start a morning... All this is nice to talk when i am high on a couple of drinks... Not a way to start of a long day ahead. GOD!!!! This was some freak who was spreading christanity. Today will be one hell of a day!!!
At this point he fishes out a book from his bag. Just as i had guessed, it was the holy bible. He flips to some page and reads out something for me. I could hear the word justice in what he read. Thats all that there was to it.
He: God says that justice should be this and justice should be that and like this and like that(I really dont remember what exactly he said but it was something on those lines).
Me: Where did god come into this? What do you mean when you say god?
He: Ok let me make one thing clear. Do you beleive in god?
Me: No
He: NO???
Me: no.
He: Dont you beleive that there is some one controlling something everything that is happening?
Me: Why should i beleive that? Is'nt that wrong? That you are letting something unknown control you. Giving the credit of creation to some unknown thing.
He: Actually science ends at some point of time. Most scientists beleive that one point their explaination ends and from then something else takes over. The all beleive that there is God, in what ever form it is. There are rules for everything, like say the atoms or electrons or nuclear physics or everything. Infact the human brain, which is like the most complicated creation existing. The complex rules that take place in its funcioning are all creations of god. Dont you think so?
Me: Just because the explaination has not come, does not mean you blame it on God.
He: Blame it on god?? (laughs) I have never heard anyone say that. (At this point he takes out a book out of his bag. The title reads "Who is the Creator?") I have a little something for you. Its a book that i think you should read. It will probabally put some right sense into your head.
Me: Book? This is going to make me beleive in god is it? There are hundreds of books which talk about god in all its forms. Infact i have on right here(and i find "The tao of physics") which has a different view of life et all. May be you should read this.
He: Humm this is interesting. May be ill buy myself a copy of this book. But i think you should come to one of our meetings. Or may be you and i can meet in person and i will convince you into the existance of god.
Me: He he he given the time, ill probabally convince you into thinking that you are wrong and that actually god does not exist. For me to probabally to beleive in what you are saying, it needs a miracle or something
He: Humm that would be interesting. I have never gotten to talk to someone who has made me feel this way. But still, if you ever change your mind, and if a miracle does happen, you can always come to me and ill show you the way to reach god
Me: I doubt that will happen. And just in case you would want a different way to look at life, you know where i stay. Drop in anytime.
He: Thanks so much for your time Tejas. It was really nice talking to you.
Me: I hope i didnt ruin your day.
I closed the door, rushed inside to find myself a clean pair of trousers and shirt and ripped my way to office. What a strange begining to the day
I had won the battle and had got an unopposed control over the bathroom. So i am done with my bath and i am walking around in the house after a nice hot bath with just a towel in my house when i hear a knock on the door. Thats the most uncommon thing that could happen at the place i stay. I go and open the door to see 2 people, in their early 50s, dressed in proper formals with tie and all that jazz. Thts the second most uncommon thing that has happened today. The average age of a person who enters my house is 24.
I am kind taken aback, excuse myself, go inside, get into the first track and T i find and went out there to face them. All this while, whats running in my head is, Oh god what have i done... which neighbour is it who has come to complain.... or did some one mess around with some one and i have become a victim of mistaken identity... or.... and things like that. I go out and he shakes my hand and then what followed was one of the wierdest conversations i have had with such an old man at that time of the day with an unintoxicated body...
He: Hi my name is ******.
Me: Hello Sir, I am Tejas
He: We are from a group called ********. We are here to spread the word of justice. Do you think the justice we are as people are getting is right?
Me: Sorry... What do you mean (What the hell is this guy talkin suddenly on something strange)
He: Say for example, does it make sense that the recent Jasica Lal case. Do you think that is fair? Do you think that is justice? Should that guy have not been behind bars much much earlier. The justice system is not right. So our group are out there trying to spread awareness about this justice system. What do you think sir, do you think the justice we are having is right?
Me: I dont know. I think its alright. Actually it does not make any sense that someone is going behind bars years after committing a crime. And i am thinking, dude let me go... i still have to get dressed and get to work... i am already freaking late...
He: Now think about Hitlor and such people who have done so much to destroy mankind. These kind of ...
Me: Hitler? So what, he was a dictator. He has done so much good for the society. How can someone just say that he as done bad and make him a anagonist. What about what all he has done for humanity
He: Well what i am saying is that such people have no right to destroy the creation of god.
Me: WOH!!! WOH!!! Where did God come into all this? Boss, i know where this is going... not the right way to start a morning... All this is nice to talk when i am high on a couple of drinks... Not a way to start of a long day ahead. GOD!!!! This was some freak who was spreading christanity. Today will be one hell of a day!!!
At this point he fishes out a book from his bag. Just as i had guessed, it was the holy bible. He flips to some page and reads out something for me. I could hear the word justice in what he read. Thats all that there was to it.
He: God says that justice should be this and justice should be that and like this and like that(I really dont remember what exactly he said but it was something on those lines).
Me: Where did god come into this? What do you mean when you say god?
He: Ok let me make one thing clear. Do you beleive in god?
Me: No
He: NO???
Me: no.
He: Dont you beleive that there is some one controlling something everything that is happening?
Me: Why should i beleive that? Is'nt that wrong? That you are letting something unknown control you. Giving the credit of creation to some unknown thing.
He: Actually science ends at some point of time. Most scientists beleive that one point their explaination ends and from then something else takes over. The all beleive that there is God, in what ever form it is. There are rules for everything, like say the atoms or electrons or nuclear physics or everything. Infact the human brain, which is like the most complicated creation existing. The complex rules that take place in its funcioning are all creations of god. Dont you think so?
Me: Just because the explaination has not come, does not mean you blame it on God.
He: Blame it on god?? (laughs) I have never heard anyone say that. (At this point he takes out a book out of his bag. The title reads "Who is the Creator?") I have a little something for you. Its a book that i think you should read. It will probabally put some right sense into your head.
Me: Book? This is going to make me beleive in god is it? There are hundreds of books which talk about god in all its forms. Infact i have on right here(and i find "The tao of physics") which has a different view of life et all. May be you should read this.
He: Humm this is interesting. May be ill buy myself a copy of this book. But i think you should come to one of our meetings. Or may be you and i can meet in person and i will convince you into the existance of god.
Me: He he he given the time, ill probabally convince you into thinking that you are wrong and that actually god does not exist. For me to probabally to beleive in what you are saying, it needs a miracle or something
He: Humm that would be interesting. I have never gotten to talk to someone who has made me feel this way. But still, if you ever change your mind, and if a miracle does happen, you can always come to me and ill show you the way to reach god
Me: I doubt that will happen. And just in case you would want a different way to look at life, you know where i stay. Drop in anytime.
He: Thanks so much for your time Tejas. It was really nice talking to you.
Me: I hope i didnt ruin your day.
I closed the door, rushed inside to find myself a clean pair of trousers and shirt and ripped my way to office. What a strange begining to the day
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Hello!!! Anybody there???
The mobile phone has become the single most insaparable thing in my life and i am sure it is the same with most if not all others existing in the world today (and when i say world, i mean the people interact with every day, so who would socially fit into my circle of friends or acquaintances). "SMS" or "text" have become the preferred and the ideal mode of communication these days.
Apart from communication ofcourse, there is also messages exchanged on the phone which usually dont mean anything but are just passed around for entertainment purposes. We call them the FWDs.... just like the attachments and forwards that are jamming up the mail servers all around the world(again the referance is the same world i was talking about previously)
These are some of the messsages that i have come accross in my life with my mobile phone. Some are forwards and some are just messages which either I sent or people sent it to me.... I just thought i would make an archive of the most interesting ones. Ill keep updating this as and when i can and something interesting comes up.
* $ * $ * $ * $ * $ * $ * $ * $ * $ * $ * $ * $ * $ * $ * $ * $ * $ * $ * $ * $ * $ * $ *
$-$ Your mind thinks so fast that the physical action to be performed will become very slow. It is a kind of amnesia. You wont remember what you were supposed to do. It feels like you are lost. since the mind thinks fast, you feel that the hands of the clock have lost its energies.Even they are lazy. God made grass. Respect the creation, praise the creator. I feel like god.
$-$ Reality is an illusion caused by the lack of alcohol
$-$ Life's dissappointments are harder to take when you dont know the swear words - Calvin and Hobbes
$-$ Help a girl in trouble and she will always help you when she is in trouble again
$-$ I know you are asleep and even if you are awake, you wont reply. Anyway, you should choose me because I know how life is with you and how life is after loosing you and I can never think of loosing you again. Too bad that anyone else would never get to know what it is without you. I love you
$-$ I smoke away my glory days... luking at old things in newer ways... speakin to my friend who isnt really there..i dont sniff inregret... but it helps to forget... the secrets ive kept inside, never shared... i trip i slide n even glide thro the drownin lectures and chaotic nights...with my friend always beside... whenever i fall down in dispair... he lifets me up... and points towards my grave...the devil whispers, as i stare... we re almost there buddy... we are almost there
$-$ Why is that feeling what the questions talk of is considered wrong? Isn't it a matter of choice... choice of if you want to feel dominant and right or you dont care if you are right or if the world thinks you are submissive... Whats so wrong with feeling lost for a while? If you want to have a real feel of happiness, dont you think its important to have a real feel of sorrow? Can you live life with total contentment? Aren't we here to simply live life?
$-$ Betta... Beer.. 2 Pint... Lo sweetheart senti good NIGHT msg kalsidlu. Ond thara touch aaayithu... Nanu Ond reverse senti kalusbitte. He he... u and mama there?
$-$ There are two great days in a person's life - The day we are born and the day we discover why
$-$ If I love myself despite my infinite faults, how can i hate anyone at the glimpse of a few faults?
$-$ Never take life seriously... Nobody gets out alive anyway
$-$
Mahesh prasad HOTELna masale dose,
SJCE canteen na khali dose,
Guru Sweets na mysore paku,
ksrtc stop na egg riceu,
dental college na pani puri,
aishwarya restaurantna kulcha kaju masala,
RMC du khara mandakki mirchi,
vani gotrada masala tea,
Bopys na chilled draugth beer,
GP's na old monk cokeu,
Idu "Mysore" na taste - bere yellu sigalla...
Proud to be a mysorian
$-$ Cheers man!!!
$-$ If life throws lemons at you, dont make lemonade.... Think out of the box - Ask for taquila and salt
$-$ And thus the sun has set on Teja's empire
$-$ Hoskote se consignment aa raha hain ;)
$-$ I pray to the god that any person who tries 2 screw your happiness, may his ass begin to itch and his hand grom shorter that he cannot reach his ass to scratch it ;)
$-$ thu baddetava, hudgiru andre maiyella *****, avalu 1 msg kalsangilla, nigrskondu 10 kalsteira, navilli thika harkond msg madidru ond msg illa, nim janmakke
$-$ Maga i am very sad... As i am out from the college... So please buy me a full old monk for the last time... So that i can forget this side moment... Ill be waiting for your call or your message... And i am ready to come and pick up the bottle anywhere.... :) and ill be waiting
Apart from communication ofcourse, there is also messages exchanged on the phone which usually dont mean anything but are just passed around for entertainment purposes. We call them the FWDs.... just like the attachments and forwards that are jamming up the mail servers all around the world(again the referance is the same world i was talking about previously)
These are some of the messsages that i have come accross in my life with my mobile phone. Some are forwards and some are just messages which either I sent or people sent it to me.... I just thought i would make an archive of the most interesting ones. Ill keep updating this as and when i can and something interesting comes up.
* $ * $ * $ * $ * $ * $ * $ * $ * $ * $ * $ * $ * $ * $ * $ * $ * $ * $ * $ * $ * $ * $ *
$-$ Your mind thinks so fast that the physical action to be performed will become very slow. It is a kind of amnesia. You wont remember what you were supposed to do. It feels like you are lost. since the mind thinks fast, you feel that the hands of the clock have lost its energies.Even they are lazy. God made grass. Respect the creation, praise the creator. I feel like god.
$-$ Reality is an illusion caused by the lack of alcohol
$-$ Life's dissappointments are harder to take when you dont know the swear words - Calvin and Hobbes
$-$ Help a girl in trouble and she will always help you when she is in trouble again
$-$ I know you are asleep and even if you are awake, you wont reply. Anyway, you should choose me because I know how life is with you and how life is after loosing you and I can never think of loosing you again. Too bad that anyone else would never get to know what it is without you. I love you
$-$ I smoke away my glory days... luking at old things in newer ways... speakin to my friend who isnt really there..i dont sniff inregret... but it helps to forget... the secrets ive kept inside, never shared... i trip i slide n even glide thro the drownin lectures and chaotic nights...with my friend always beside... whenever i fall down in dispair... he lifets me up... and points towards my grave...the devil whispers, as i stare... we re almost there buddy... we are almost there
$-$ Why is that feeling what the questions talk of is considered wrong? Isn't it a matter of choice... choice of if you want to feel dominant and right or you dont care if you are right or if the world thinks you are submissive... Whats so wrong with feeling lost for a while? If you want to have a real feel of happiness, dont you think its important to have a real feel of sorrow? Can you live life with total contentment? Aren't we here to simply live life?
$-$ Betta... Beer.. 2 Pint... Lo sweetheart senti good NIGHT msg kalsidlu. Ond thara touch aaayithu... Nanu Ond reverse senti kalusbitte. He he... u and mama there?
$-$ There are two great days in a person's life - The day we are born and the day we discover why
$-$ If I love myself despite my infinite faults, how can i hate anyone at the glimpse of a few faults?
$-$ Never take life seriously... Nobody gets out alive anyway
$-$
Mahesh prasad HOTELna masale dose,
SJCE canteen na khali dose,
Guru Sweets na mysore paku,
ksrtc stop na egg riceu,
dental college na pani puri,
aishwarya restaurantna kulcha kaju masala,
RMC du khara mandakki mirchi,
vani gotrada masala tea,
Bopys na chilled draugth beer,
GP's na old monk cokeu,
Idu "Mysore" na taste - bere yellu sigalla...
Proud to be a mysorian
$-$ Cheers man!!!
$-$ If life throws lemons at you, dont make lemonade.... Think out of the box - Ask for taquila and salt
$-$ And thus the sun has set on Teja's empire
$-$ Hoskote se consignment aa raha hain ;)
$-$ I pray to the god that any person who tries 2 screw your happiness, may his ass begin to itch and his hand grom shorter that he cannot reach his ass to scratch it ;)
$-$ thu baddetava, hudgiru andre maiyella *****, avalu 1 msg kalsangilla, nigrskondu 10 kalsteira, navilli thika harkond msg madidru ond msg illa, nim janmakke
$-$ Maga i am very sad... As i am out from the college... So please buy me a full old monk for the last time... So that i can forget this side moment... Ill be waiting for your call or your message... And i am ready to come and pick up the bottle anywhere.... :) and ill be waiting
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Smoke on the Water... Fire in the skies
I wake up in the morning... after a long night.... Sleeply i walk out of my room to find the book "Company of women" with a pizza hut paper napkin used as a book mark. On the napkin, this is what i see...
DONT WAKE ME UP Teja. I'll get up before 1pm. Lock da door n let Kashi have da key & let him only open it for me bt 1. U might get a call from 98862*****. jus ignore. N now i me myself n machi going for last joint venture . . . .
C.U ......
- 4:53 am 9 oct 2006
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AFTERMATH:
Naanu yake bande illigeg?? Yake dope hodedae. .
Why Chit ! ?
- 5:15 am 9 oct 2006
i'm on star trip. Hope i'll see Jessica, Yasmeen, Sonu .,
MAY YOUR SOUL REST IN PEACE BUDDY!!!
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Bengalooruuuuu Ready NAAAAA
METER - guts.
usage: aa chatri shyamange yen metero maga.... principal roomalle pataki hachchidda!
CHOD / OLU / RAILU - big lie or a compulsive lier
usage: nan hatra ne chod beda / olu bid beda / raila
GUNNA - punch.
usage: avangond gunna kottu alle flat maadbido maga
KIRICK PALTY - dangerous/stupid person. It depends on the scenario you use it. It can be a compliment or sarcastic.
usage: A lecturer bejan kirik palty maga
F(PH)IGURE / PIECE / HAKKI / BOMB / CHINDI FIGAR - a beautiful girl
usage: Maga, bus nalli sakkat phigure ittu maga...
SCRAP - Opposite of phigure
YAKKA MAKKA - deadly(adjective)
usage: A ragi ge police inda yakka makka vodhe bittu
HAP / GULDU / GOOBE - Idiot
usage: nin thara guldu nan magan na node illa
CHAMCHA / SISSIYA - Subordinate
usage: duddu iskonnakke a maheshan chamcha bandidda
GURU / BHAI - opposite of chamcha
KALAKAAR - Talented (especially with girls)
usage: a totu bhayanaka kalakar na maga guru
SINKU / PORT / EPHASE - to escape from the scene of crime (what ever the crime may be)
usage: sadhya! time ge sikn ade maga naanu
GUNDU / THEERTHA / YENNE - alcohol
usage: friday night yenne party na??
PORKI - lofar
usage: adi bari porki nan maga kano.
AASTI - Female assets
usage: yeno aasthi it idale a phigureu
SAKKAT / BOMBAAT - Amazing
usage: modve mane alli bitti oota sakkat agi ittu maga
KIRIK - problematic situation
usage: maga, police mama heavy kirik maadta idane
NAMM AREA - to denote a geographic location of control: usually used with kirik
usage: guru a koli manja namm area ge bandu kirik maadta idane
ADDA - hang out
usage: maga, adda dalli sigteeni
SKETCH HAAKU - plan: used in the situation of KIRIK
usage: guru, a koli manja nin mele sketch haakta idane
CHITRANNA - lemon rice bath, but used along with CHINDI to mean disaster
usage: a accident alli nan car chindi chitranna aytu
KALACHKO - Go away
usage: sumne nin kelsa nodkondu kalachko
SET-UP / STEPNI / SETTING / PETROMAX - a person you are having an extra marritial affair with
usage: a minister ge 12 stepni galu maga
KANTRI - A person with a cruel mind
usage: Aathara kantri baddi maganna nodilla
BADDI - interest ( as in on a loan) but used for a person.
usage: See kantri
BISCUIT - cheat / use for personal interest
usage: ee hudgeer kathe ne istu.. bari biscuit hakodu
HEAT / CHOOL - Sexual urge
usage: yeno heat alli idane avanu.. hhayanaka choolu avange
PATAAISU - To make some one fall for you
usage: maga, avalanna pataaisyodu sakkat kasta
OC - Free
usage: Modve ge hogona maga, oc oota sigatte
GURRAISU - Stare(has two usages, one to stare at a girl/boy cheaply, other to stare at a person with anger/enemity)
usage: nodu maga, aval nanna gurraista idale
DIJANG - Yella Mix up aagirodhu antha Artha ..
usage: : Yen DIJANG Shirt Sisya adu ..
BAGAL BLAST - Kitthogirodhu or Beating black n blue(body repair kelsa) ..
usage: Sisya mobile BAGAL BLAST aagbittide, Sisya BAGAL BLAST Figure kano adu ..
AAYKO - Something bad happenin, or accident..
usage: Yen maga gaadi ang odisthya .. yavatthara AAYKOnteeya noodu
Here are some bad words used at the heat of the moment:
Usage is not required... they can fit into any sentence... and they need not be used to mean what they mean
GAANDU - an impotent person
AMMAN: (short for "Nim amman na keya") - i will fuck your mother
AKKAN: (short for "Nim akkan na keya") - i will fuck your sister
NIM HENDRU (Short for "nim hendru na keya") - i will fuck your wife
SHATA : Pubic hair
CHINGREE - Hair in the arm pits
AYYAN - beleive it or not, i ill fuck your dad
SULE MAGANE - son of a prostitute
BAVERSI - Basturd
usage: aa chatri shyamange yen metero maga.... principal roomalle pataki hachchidda!
CHOD / OLU / RAILU - big lie or a compulsive lier
usage: nan hatra ne chod beda / olu bid beda / raila
GUNNA - punch.
usage: avangond gunna kottu alle flat maadbido maga
KIRICK PALTY - dangerous/stupid person. It depends on the scenario you use it. It can be a compliment or sarcastic.
usage: A lecturer bejan kirik palty maga
F(PH)IGURE / PIECE / HAKKI / BOMB / CHINDI FIGAR - a beautiful girl
usage: Maga, bus nalli sakkat phigure ittu maga...
SCRAP - Opposite of phigure
YAKKA MAKKA - deadly(adjective)
usage: A ragi ge police inda yakka makka vodhe bittu
HAP / GULDU / GOOBE - Idiot
usage: nin thara guldu nan magan na node illa
CHAMCHA / SISSIYA - Subordinate
usage: duddu iskonnakke a maheshan chamcha bandidda
GURU / BHAI - opposite of chamcha
KALAKAAR - Talented (especially with girls)
usage: a totu bhayanaka kalakar na maga guru
SINKU / PORT / EPHASE - to escape from the scene of crime (what ever the crime may be)
usage: sadhya! time ge sikn ade maga naanu
GUNDU / THEERTHA / YENNE - alcohol
usage: friday night yenne party na??
PORKI - lofar
usage: adi bari porki nan maga kano.
AASTI - Female assets
usage: yeno aasthi it idale a phigureu
SAKKAT / BOMBAAT - Amazing
usage: modve mane alli bitti oota sakkat agi ittu maga
KIRIK - problematic situation
usage: maga, police mama heavy kirik maadta idane
NAMM AREA - to denote a geographic location of control: usually used with kirik
usage: guru a koli manja namm area ge bandu kirik maadta idane
ADDA - hang out
usage: maga, adda dalli sigteeni
SKETCH HAAKU - plan: used in the situation of KIRIK
usage: guru, a koli manja nin mele sketch haakta idane
CHITRANNA - lemon rice bath, but used along with CHINDI to mean disaster
usage: a accident alli nan car chindi chitranna aytu
KALACHKO - Go away
usage: sumne nin kelsa nodkondu kalachko
SET-UP / STEPNI / SETTING / PETROMAX - a person you are having an extra marritial affair with
usage: a minister ge 12 stepni galu maga
KANTRI - A person with a cruel mind
usage: Aathara kantri baddi maganna nodilla
BADDI - interest ( as in on a loan) but used for a person.
usage: See kantri
BISCUIT - cheat / use for personal interest
usage: ee hudgeer kathe ne istu.. bari biscuit hakodu
HEAT / CHOOL - Sexual urge
usage: yeno heat alli idane avanu.. hhayanaka choolu avange
PATAAISU - To make some one fall for you
usage: maga, avalanna pataaisyodu sakkat kasta
OC - Free
usage: Modve ge hogona maga, oc oota sigatte
GURRAISU - Stare(has two usages, one to stare at a girl/boy cheaply, other to stare at a person with anger/enemity)
usage: nodu maga, aval nanna gurraista idale
DIJANG - Yella Mix up aagirodhu antha Artha ..
usage: : Yen DIJANG Shirt Sisya adu ..
BAGAL BLAST - Kitthogirodhu or Beating black n blue(body repair kelsa) ..
usage: Sisya mobile BAGAL BLAST aagbittide, Sisya BAGAL BLAST Figure kano adu ..
AAYKO - Something bad happenin, or accident..
usage: Yen maga gaadi ang odisthya .. yavatthara AAYKOnteeya noodu
Here are some bad words used at the heat of the moment:
Usage is not required... they can fit into any sentence... and they need not be used to mean what they mean
GAANDU - an impotent person
AMMAN: (short for "Nim amman na keya") - i will fuck your mother
AKKAN: (short for "Nim akkan na keya") - i will fuck your sister
NIM HENDRU (Short for "nim hendru na keya") - i will fuck your wife
SHATA : Pubic hair
CHINGREE - Hair in the arm pits
AYYAN - beleive it or not, i ill fuck your dad
SULE MAGANE - son of a prostitute
BAVERSI - Basturd
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Whole Lot of CRAP!!!
Shopping malls have always fascinated me. Its a new inclusion in my life, a very recent one. But a shopping mall is a fascinating place. I like it most because of the whole load of people i get to watch there but that are a different story all together. I am sitting like an owl at 3 AM in the night not to talk about people. I find it more amusing that i talk about shit. Thats right, shit... crap... excreta
One of the interesting things about the malls i like are the loos or to put it in better terms, the rest rooms. But since i am talking about shits anyway, i might as well use all the unethical words. So i prefer to use the work loo. Believe you me, i have visited a lot of malls, at least my share of them, and have always made it a point to visit the loo in every mall i have ever set foot in. I don't know, probably its god or who ever always without fail creates pressure in my bowells every time i get into a hip, posh place. And i dont even need to smoke the regular cigarette to create the required Temperature / Volume (For the ones who have forgotten, remember the universal gas equation?(if you still cant get it, it is PV = nRT(where P is pressure, V is volume, n is some constant which is 1 for vacuum i guess, R is some other constant and T is temperature))) (note that i have used parenthesis to perfection... Helps if you are a coder... Bloody compilers, always complaining about the missing braces)
Anyway back to the loos... I really like it in one of them in the posh malls i was talking about. They are clean for starters. And catching on the western trend, they are all western style lavatories which makes my time out to myself more pleasurable. The Indian ones suck i tell you, i mean not literally, but in general they really suck. At the end of those important 5 mins, i usually have numb legs and start walking funny. So, the pressure created in one of the malls is always nice cos i can actually sit in the loo for like 10 - 15 mins knowing confidently that at the end of it, i wont have numb legs.
The western trend is really catching on i tell you. The loos are so amazing. Things like automatic hand driers automatic flushes which flush the pee collectors ( I dont know what they call them but for the ladies who have not seen them, its really cool. They are like buckets which come in differnt shapes ok. Just think of them as porcelain bucket like things in which a man stands and takes a leak. Thats not what is cool. What is cool is that as soon as a man does his thing, the bloody thing flushes by itself. Amazing aint it. I wonder how that works. Actually there is something right above the bucket thing which looks like a hidden camera or something. I think that is responsible for the automation. The wash basins are cool too. You don't even have to do anything. Just put your hand there and water flows by itself. I have observed something else these days. There is this thing, a small box like thing that sprays perfume ever few mins. I guess it senses the smell of the room, and probably when it reaches a threshold, it does its job.
The loos are amazing too. There are hand held faucets and all that. Its an amazing shitting experience i tell you. The western influence comes into picture again. There are paper towels and all that. As an Indian i dont see much use of them, but anyway they are there. It enhances the looks. And thank god for them also, cos they saved my face (arse actually) one day.
I was in this mall one night, just after a heavy dinner to watch a bollywood blockbuster. I get into this mall and am taking the escalator and viola; there is turbulance in my bowells. I start looking out for one of those signs which guide us to the loo. And i find one. Get into one of the empty cabins and get to work. 15 mins later, i am done with what ever i had to do. I look for one of those faucets thing, and to my horror, its not there. Then i begin to think, may be this one is state of the art and all that, and look for other sources of water. Nothing!!! Then i think, may be there is that hidden cam thing somewhere and may be it would spray water once it realizes that i am done. None of that happened too. I am doomed i begin to think. I must have got a hundred calls from my friends waiting outside, waiting for me to at least give them the movie tickets that i had safely tucked in my wallet. So what happens next??? Paper towels to the rescue. I did it. Finally. I took paper towels and wiped my arse. Ya i know it sounds disgusting but believe you me, its not as bad as it sounds. Come on, in the opposite side of the globe, each and every one of them is doing that every day of their shitting careers. So it cant be that bad. But it is a funny experience. Nothing like water though. If you dont believe me, try it out yourself. Its cool.... and dry :-)
One of the interesting things about the malls i like are the loos or to put it in better terms, the rest rooms. But since i am talking about shits anyway, i might as well use all the unethical words. So i prefer to use the work loo. Believe you me, i have visited a lot of malls, at least my share of them, and have always made it a point to visit the loo in every mall i have ever set foot in. I don't know, probably its god or who ever always without fail creates pressure in my bowells every time i get into a hip, posh place. And i dont even need to smoke the regular cigarette to create the required Temperature / Volume (For the ones who have forgotten, remember the universal gas equation?(if you still cant get it, it is PV = nRT(where P is pressure, V is volume, n is some constant which is 1 for vacuum i guess, R is some other constant and T is temperature))) (note that i have used parenthesis to perfection... Helps if you are a coder... Bloody compilers, always complaining about the missing braces)
Anyway back to the loos... I really like it in one of them in the posh malls i was talking about. They are clean for starters. And catching on the western trend, they are all western style lavatories which makes my time out to myself more pleasurable. The Indian ones suck i tell you, i mean not literally, but in general they really suck. At the end of those important 5 mins, i usually have numb legs and start walking funny. So, the pressure created in one of the malls is always nice cos i can actually sit in the loo for like 10 - 15 mins knowing confidently that at the end of it, i wont have numb legs.
The western trend is really catching on i tell you. The loos are so amazing. Things like automatic hand driers automatic flushes which flush the pee collectors ( I dont know what they call them but for the ladies who have not seen them, its really cool. They are like buckets which come in differnt shapes ok. Just think of them as porcelain bucket like things in which a man stands and takes a leak. Thats not what is cool. What is cool is that as soon as a man does his thing, the bloody thing flushes by itself. Amazing aint it. I wonder how that works. Actually there is something right above the bucket thing which looks like a hidden camera or something. I think that is responsible for the automation. The wash basins are cool too. You don't even have to do anything. Just put your hand there and water flows by itself. I have observed something else these days. There is this thing, a small box like thing that sprays perfume ever few mins. I guess it senses the smell of the room, and probably when it reaches a threshold, it does its job.
The loos are amazing too. There are hand held faucets and all that. Its an amazing shitting experience i tell you. The western influence comes into picture again. There are paper towels and all that. As an Indian i dont see much use of them, but anyway they are there. It enhances the looks. And thank god for them also, cos they saved my face (arse actually) one day.
I was in this mall one night, just after a heavy dinner to watch a bollywood blockbuster. I get into this mall and am taking the escalator and viola; there is turbulance in my bowells. I start looking out for one of those signs which guide us to the loo. And i find one. Get into one of the empty cabins and get to work. 15 mins later, i am done with what ever i had to do. I look for one of those faucets thing, and to my horror, its not there. Then i begin to think, may be this one is state of the art and all that, and look for other sources of water. Nothing!!! Then i think, may be there is that hidden cam thing somewhere and may be it would spray water once it realizes that i am done. None of that happened too. I am doomed i begin to think. I must have got a hundred calls from my friends waiting outside, waiting for me to at least give them the movie tickets that i had safely tucked in my wallet. So what happens next??? Paper towels to the rescue. I did it. Finally. I took paper towels and wiped my arse. Ya i know it sounds disgusting but believe you me, its not as bad as it sounds. Come on, in the opposite side of the globe, each and every one of them is doing that every day of their shitting careers. So it cant be that bad. But it is a funny experience. Nothing like water though. If you dont believe me, try it out yourself. Its cool.... and dry :-)
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Pyar hame kis mode pe le aya
What makes a movie so interesting? Any movie for that matter? What makes hundreds of thousands of people spend their hard earned money to sit and watch a movie be it in a theater or on pirated CD's. (By the way i am completely pro piracy. Nothing wrong in it i think. Have my reasons but that is a whole different blog material)
I happened to watch a movie yesterday night; and it made me think. Can you beleive it.. THINK!!! It was not the first time i watched a movie or its not the first time a movie has made me think. But this particular one made me think differently and hence this over flow of shit. ( I would say ideas or thoughts, but having started writing now, i feel that at the end of it, the whole writeup will not make any sense and hence prefer to call it shit)
Anyway firstly about the movie, the one i watched is called "My Autograph". Staring Sudeep (who is incidently the director of the movie as well ) whome i am a diehard fan (well, i am a diehard fan of lot of wierd people...) of and Meena and a few others who are not that important. I hear that this is a remake of a tamil movie and some claim that, that version is much much better but since i had not seen that version, it really didnt matter.
In the movie, the hero is shown to grow from a teenager to the time he gets married. During this phase, he is shown to be in love with 3 girls and the love stories end up sour. He is finally getting married to one other chick and he goes to invite all his pervious "loves" (or to sound more local, "lovers" or "doves" and since i like being local, i will use "lovers" henceforth) for the wedding. Its not that he does not love them anymore but the situation demands that he moves on with his life and get married to some other chick. (Man this character is funny... her first and only dialogue in the movie is "Nimdu love failure a? matte yake gadda shave madilla" meaning "Are you a failure in your love life? Then why haven't you shaved on your wedding day)
Well, i liked the movie cos i could relate to it very well. The hero goes to kerala, which i did. It was almost like being right there in the hero's shoes. Well thats what attracts us right. The whole point of a movie is that. The only way for them (as in the movie makers) to attract attention is to make a hero out of each and every one watching the movie. Make them feel the same emotions the hero is feeling, make the audience take the same decissions the hero takes. And i liked this so much cos i could relate to it very well.
One more thing that made me think is, the concept of love. Russel Peters in one of his comedy shows says, he does not want to married because he loves women too much; and if he gets married, then he will have to love woman, not women. Big difference right. Anyway in the end of the movie under consideration, all his former "lovers" are present at the scene. They come over and wish him for his step into new life. There is a wierd eye contact with each one of them as they are leaving, and we dont have a choice but to assume that he still loves them and they still love him but then thats life and they walk away.
So what is wrong in being in love with more than one person. Why not? This one thing that is a taboo, being in love with more than one person. And by this i dont mean the fatherly or motherly or sisterly love people talk about. (Talking about sisterly love, my god!! girls say this very nicely, "I looked at you like my brother" - That is sisterly love for you) Why cant a person love more than one person of the opposite sex, and still be accepted in the society? What is wrong with it? Why not?
I happened to watch a movie yesterday night; and it made me think. Can you beleive it.. THINK!!! It was not the first time i watched a movie or its not the first time a movie has made me think. But this particular one made me think differently and hence this over flow of shit. ( I would say ideas or thoughts, but having started writing now, i feel that at the end of it, the whole writeup will not make any sense and hence prefer to call it shit)
Anyway firstly about the movie, the one i watched is called "My Autograph". Staring Sudeep (who is incidently the director of the movie as well ) whome i am a diehard fan (well, i am a diehard fan of lot of wierd people...) of and Meena and a few others who are not that important. I hear that this is a remake of a tamil movie and some claim that, that version is much much better but since i had not seen that version, it really didnt matter.
In the movie, the hero is shown to grow from a teenager to the time he gets married. During this phase, he is shown to be in love with 3 girls and the love stories end up sour. He is finally getting married to one other chick and he goes to invite all his pervious "loves" (or to sound more local, "lovers" or "doves" and since i like being local, i will use "lovers" henceforth) for the wedding. Its not that he does not love them anymore but the situation demands that he moves on with his life and get married to some other chick. (Man this character is funny... her first and only dialogue in the movie is "Nimdu love failure a? matte yake gadda shave madilla" meaning "Are you a failure in your love life? Then why haven't you shaved on your wedding day)
Well, i liked the movie cos i could relate to it very well. The hero goes to kerala, which i did. It was almost like being right there in the hero's shoes. Well thats what attracts us right. The whole point of a movie is that. The only way for them (as in the movie makers) to attract attention is to make a hero out of each and every one watching the movie. Make them feel the same emotions the hero is feeling, make the audience take the same decissions the hero takes. And i liked this so much cos i could relate to it very well.
One more thing that made me think is, the concept of love. Russel Peters in one of his comedy shows says, he does not want to married because he loves women too much; and if he gets married, then he will have to love woman, not women. Big difference right. Anyway in the end of the movie under consideration, all his former "lovers" are present at the scene. They come over and wish him for his step into new life. There is a wierd eye contact with each one of them as they are leaving, and we dont have a choice but to assume that he still loves them and they still love him but then thats life and they walk away.
So what is wrong in being in love with more than one person. Why not? This one thing that is a taboo, being in love with more than one person. And by this i dont mean the fatherly or motherly or sisterly love people talk about. (Talking about sisterly love, my god!! girls say this very nicely, "I looked at you like my brother" - That is sisterly love for you) Why cant a person love more than one person of the opposite sex, and still be accepted in the society? What is wrong with it? Why not?
Monday, February 06, 2006
Venkataramanaswami Govindaaaa GOVINDA
A visit to a temple is something i have detested all my life.
More than one reasons for that.
From the time i remember having the mind to decide on things, i have always some how doubted the presence of god
I think that everything that exists can be answered by science, and if it cant be yet, in a matter of time will be
I also beleive firmly that we become hindu, chirstian, muslim etc, not by choice but by force, because from the begining of our lives, as kids we are thought at home what god to follow, what rules to follow and what customs to follow
And we are so bound by the rules the elders lay on us that we dont have a choice but to follow them
That gives me a good enough reason not to visit the temple....
I also hate the concept of offering money to a temple.... I feel that this money is always misused.
Recently i happen to visit this saibaba temple close to where i stay
Not that i was forced into it, just that my cousins were going there and since i had nothing better to do, i thought i might as well go and pay a visit
It was a thursday evening which is supposed to be auspisious for the followers of saibaba
The place was jampacked.... full to the brim and overflowing....
The whole road in front of this place is in a mess... cars honking, trying to get past, people going haywire, roadside vendors making the best of the crowd to sell a few flowers of photographs of the lord
I dont understand why people go to a temple...
I have heard some of them say they get peace of mind and shit like that...
Well i dont see what their definition of peace of mind or religion or god is...
The whole point for the public is to get there and see god or whatever and get the "Prasadam"
And they are ready to do this at any cost.... They dont even mind abusing the people around just to get there
I wonder what they get out of all this
More than one reasons for that.
From the time i remember having the mind to decide on things, i have always some how doubted the presence of god
I think that everything that exists can be answered by science, and if it cant be yet, in a matter of time will be
I also beleive firmly that we become hindu, chirstian, muslim etc, not by choice but by force, because from the begining of our lives, as kids we are thought at home what god to follow, what rules to follow and what customs to follow
And we are so bound by the rules the elders lay on us that we dont have a choice but to follow them
That gives me a good enough reason not to visit the temple....
I also hate the concept of offering money to a temple.... I feel that this money is always misused.
Recently i happen to visit this saibaba temple close to where i stay
Not that i was forced into it, just that my cousins were going there and since i had nothing better to do, i thought i might as well go and pay a visit
It was a thursday evening which is supposed to be auspisious for the followers of saibaba
The place was jampacked.... full to the brim and overflowing....
The whole road in front of this place is in a mess... cars honking, trying to get past, people going haywire, roadside vendors making the best of the crowd to sell a few flowers of photographs of the lord
I dont understand why people go to a temple...
I have heard some of them say they get peace of mind and shit like that...
Well i dont see what their definition of peace of mind or religion or god is...
The whole point for the public is to get there and see god or whatever and get the "Prasadam"
And they are ready to do this at any cost.... They dont even mind abusing the people around just to get there
I wonder what they get out of all this
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