was writing a post...."Sid, Seth n.. serendipity"...drawing parallels between Sid of Dil Chata hai n Seth of City of Angels and between ARTISTS n ANGELS.....saved the draft as a word file in my archiac comp.......n man..need i tell more.....the old guy crashed....n here i am posting this non-sense...
what sort of a Ice Cream are you?...uum...some how this question appealed to me most amongst manyother..
You Are Coffee Ice Cream [is the answer]
Energetic and lively, you are always on the go.You're doing a million things at once and doing them well.You tend to motivate others and raise spirits.You are most compatible with chocolate ice cream.
http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavoricecreamareyouquiz/
Boy!....jus can't believe this one.....a JOKE WRITER??....i thought i can provoke thoughts through my writings.....uum probably i can do it in a funny way ;)
***You Should Be a Joke Writer***
You're totally hilarious, and you can find the humor in any situation.Whether you're spouting off zingers, comebacks, or jokes about life...You usually can keep a crowd laughing, and you have plenty of material.You have the makings of a great comedian - or comedic writer.
What Type of Writer Should You Be?http://www.blogthings.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/
...i dont know how much of this is me....uum....maybe.....but a dreamer...ya..definitely
***How You Life Your Life***
You are honest and direct. You tell it like it is.You say whatever is on your mind. Other people's reactions don't phase you.You tend to have one best friend you hang with, as opposed to many aquaintences.You tend to dream big, but you worry that your dreams aren't attainable.
How Do You Live Your Life?http://www.blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/
***Your Inner Blood Type is Type A***
You seem cool and collected, though a bit shy.You are highly driven and a perfectionist, but that's a side you keep to yourself.Creative and artistic, you are a very unique person who doesn't quite fit in.People accept you more than you realize, seeing you as trustworthy and loyal.
You are most compatible with: A and AB
Famous Type A's: Britney Spears and Hilter
What's Your Inner Blood Type?http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourinnerbloodtypequiz/
I have a biological AB blood....does the above mean i hav a stronger A than B?.......compatible with A n AB....the inner type or the biological type?......so i m A n AB......n i m compatible with A n AB.....what the heck...i know i m compatible with myself...n at peace with my inner self....uum...maybe...maybe not :)
Monday, May 21, 2007
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
I Goddamn felt near dead..
I had been staying in Varun's business class room [apparently which his company provided him for first two weeks after his joining job] and had been having a ball...AC room, 24 hr internet connectivity, tat lovely white soft sack which we all love to hit every nite [hello..i m talking abt...hitting the sack..the INGLISE phrase], mouth-watering breakfast etc,..
Then this one day, i got an offer to work in an exhibition stall [real estate n property exhibition] at chennai trade centre, with two other friends for four days. The first two days a thrusday and a friday were pretty mediocre expect for the meeting i had with a few Evam members. For saturday the three of us decided to wear a blazer [ya ya..the stupid BIM blazer].
I got up at about 6.30 in the morning [hey...its true] and started from the hotel to have my usual cuppa of some nair kaddai tea. On the way i was planning my day...Varun's last day in the hotel...so i had to vacate too.Till this time the day was very normal. After sometime, i packed my bag and carried my heavy luggage like a back bag and rode my bike towards K K Nagar [where few other friends of mine stay].
I had to be at the exihibition stall by 9. 30 AM. I reached the KK nagar friends' house between 7.45 to 8.00. I was more surprised than i was irked to find out that none of my friends were there in the house and they had locked the gate safely and i was stranded on the road. I made some desperate calls to some of them but all in vain [they were either off to their homes or offices]. So, i had no other option than heading back to the hotel. I did that fastidiously after confirming with Varun if he was still there in the hotel.
I went to his relatively plush hotel room and had a warm and refreshing shower. Meanwhile Varun carried all his packed bags and left the hotel room to the nearby KK's apartment, asking me to bring my bag too to be cloaked in the same place [The plan was to do the Checking-out for the room sometime later in the morning]. I dressed up, locked the room and left the hotel with my bag and my blazer. I went near KK's apartment [i didn't know it..since KK had moved in to it only a day before this bloody saturday] and after a few calls and messages found the apartment block near which Varun was waiting to take my bag from me. I gave my bag, hung my blazer in my bike's hook, said ciao to Varun and started riding my bike towards Chennai Trade Centre,Nandambakkam.
By that time my mobile must have shown around 9' o clock [I dont use a watch...tell you why latter].
" O shit! I forgot to give the hotel room's key to Varun...O shit!", i was shouting at myself after i had crossed about two kilometers from KK's apartment. I was in the middle of Anna Salai in Nandanam and all of a sudden my darling bike was beginning to stall."Oh...oh...what the hell is happening...why is the bike slowing down....why am i not able to move it", i was pondering. Pooh..the engine stopped and i was in the middle of a busy road, a driver in a busy morning bus, just right behind me, pressing the horn vigorously. I held the clutch and was quickly pulling my bike near the sideways. I lost control and i left my bike to fall on the road.
I picked my bike up and checked. Fuck....the blazer that was hanging had got stuck in my rear wheel and had got completely entangled in it [the blazer was inside a cover which had a small handle that i used for hanging]. I removed it carefully only to find that one side of blazer's shoulders had got completely burnt leaving the old blazer unwearable and not even mendable. Tring...tring....i got a call asking for the keys from Varun. I asked him where he was and ....was fuckingly delighted to know that he had gone a kilometer farther down KK's apartment [which meant i had to cover 3 kms to meet him now]. I was fucking my fate for a few moments and then let go off everything from my mind and was literally laughing out loud [as if i had suddenly remembered a bloody funny joke] all along the way to the place where Varun was waiting.
I had thrown the cover of the blazer off and was just carrying the blazer, after i had decided to give the blazer as alms to some poor beggar on the road. I handed over the key to my sympathetically looking friend and....holy shit!...my mobile was already showing around 9.35. I didnt want to be reprimanded by my stupid four days employer and so i rode my bike towards Nandambakkam like a mad junkie. And the last thing i was expecting was to get caught by a "MAMA aka Police" or my radials getting punctured on the way. I was fortunate enough at least to an extent that either of this did not happen and was fortunate enough to get an opportunity to help a cute girl who smiled a lovely smile :) at me, which made my heart beat faster.
My day at Chennai trade centre [CTC] was pretty normal but was very tiring. uum....i fortgot to tell you this....in the morning before entering CTC, i saw bull-cart rider and approached him...for giving away my torn blazer. That guy stripped my ass of my bloody ego..and made me remember [not realize] that everybody on this earth has a dignity and live with dignity...he refused to take the blazer....[the bigger a person's ass...the bigger is his/her ego.....WOW..what a thot...is anybody appreciating ;/].
Then this one day, i got an offer to work in an exhibition stall [real estate n property exhibition] at chennai trade centre, with two other friends for four days. The first two days a thrusday and a friday were pretty mediocre expect for the meeting i had with a few Evam members. For saturday the three of us decided to wear a blazer [ya ya..the stupid BIM blazer].
I got up at about 6.30 in the morning [hey...its true] and started from the hotel to have my usual cuppa of some nair kaddai tea. On the way i was planning my day...Varun's last day in the hotel...so i had to vacate too.Till this time the day was very normal. After sometime, i packed my bag and carried my heavy luggage like a back bag and rode my bike towards K K Nagar [where few other friends of mine stay].
I had to be at the exihibition stall by 9. 30 AM. I reached the KK nagar friends' house between 7.45 to 8.00. I was more surprised than i was irked to find out that none of my friends were there in the house and they had locked the gate safely and i was stranded on the road. I made some desperate calls to some of them but all in vain [they were either off to their homes or offices]. So, i had no other option than heading back to the hotel. I did that fastidiously after confirming with Varun if he was still there in the hotel.
I went to his relatively plush hotel room and had a warm and refreshing shower. Meanwhile Varun carried all his packed bags and left the hotel room to the nearby KK's apartment, asking me to bring my bag too to be cloaked in the same place [The plan was to do the Checking-out for the room sometime later in the morning]. I dressed up, locked the room and left the hotel with my bag and my blazer. I went near KK's apartment [i didn't know it..since KK had moved in to it only a day before this bloody saturday] and after a few calls and messages found the apartment block near which Varun was waiting to take my bag from me. I gave my bag, hung my blazer in my bike's hook, said ciao to Varun and started riding my bike towards Chennai Trade Centre,Nandambakkam.
By that time my mobile must have shown around 9' o clock [I dont use a watch...tell you why latter].
" O shit! I forgot to give the hotel room's key to Varun...O shit!", i was shouting at myself after i had crossed about two kilometers from KK's apartment. I was in the middle of Anna Salai in Nandanam and all of a sudden my darling bike was beginning to stall."Oh...oh...what the hell is happening...why is the bike slowing down....why am i not able to move it", i was pondering. Pooh..the engine stopped and i was in the middle of a busy road, a driver in a busy morning bus, just right behind me, pressing the horn vigorously. I held the clutch and was quickly pulling my bike near the sideways. I lost control and i left my bike to fall on the road.
I picked my bike up and checked. Fuck....the blazer that was hanging had got stuck in my rear wheel and had got completely entangled in it [the blazer was inside a cover which had a small handle that i used for hanging]. I removed it carefully only to find that one side of blazer's shoulders had got completely burnt leaving the old blazer unwearable and not even mendable. Tring...tring....i got a call asking for the keys from Varun. I asked him where he was and ....was fuckingly delighted to know that he had gone a kilometer farther down KK's apartment [which meant i had to cover 3 kms to meet him now]. I was fucking my fate for a few moments and then let go off everything from my mind and was literally laughing out loud [as if i had suddenly remembered a bloody funny joke] all along the way to the place where Varun was waiting.
I had thrown the cover of the blazer off and was just carrying the blazer, after i had decided to give the blazer as alms to some poor beggar on the road. I handed over the key to my sympathetically looking friend and....holy shit!...my mobile was already showing around 9.35. I didnt want to be reprimanded by my stupid four days employer and so i rode my bike towards Nandambakkam like a mad junkie. And the last thing i was expecting was to get caught by a "MAMA aka Police" or my radials getting punctured on the way. I was fortunate enough at least to an extent that either of this did not happen and was fortunate enough to get an opportunity to help a cute girl who smiled a lovely smile :) at me, which made my heart beat faster.
My day at Chennai trade centre [CTC] was pretty normal but was very tiring. uum....i fortgot to tell you this....in the morning before entering CTC, i saw bull-cart rider and approached him...for giving away my torn blazer. That guy stripped my ass of my bloody ego..and made me remember [not realize] that everybody on this earth has a dignity and live with dignity...he refused to take the blazer....[the bigger a person's ass...the bigger is his/her ego.....WOW..what a thot...is anybody appreciating ;/].
In the evening, i came to T nagar to pick my bags from KK's appartment and take them to my friends' place in KK nagar. In between i stopped near a shop to buy an Aircel recharge card. Well, when i saw the card the shop-keeper gave me, i felt a bit suspicious because of its slightly different look than the card i used to get in Trichy. Nevertheless, i scratched on top on the hidden code and meticulously followed the procedure for recharging. I wasn't very sure what was happening when i saw a network busy message on the display. I kept trying and repeating the procedure a few times...nothing happened. I left the shop after the shop-keeper assured me that these things happen sometime and asked me to try again after an hour.
My next stop after the shop was a restaurant.....for DINNER...whatelse? Before entering the restaurant i saw my second target. This target of mine was a tall figure although very thin [to the extent of being called bony], had a clear face and.....almost topless. I approached my target a bit hesitantly and said..................................................................................................................................
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...."do you want to take this blazer with you.....this is a bit torn....but its mendable"...[hello!....What have you been thinking??] . The thin and sick beggar had a look at the blazer [and at me too....as if asking what has gotten into this moron] and took it. He moved a few blocks away from the bike parking space with the blazer while i was parking my bike. When i turned towards the restaurant after parking, i heard a very low voice calling me "saar".The beggar was standing with the blazer in his hands and said, "I dont want this ....this is too heavy for me....look...i m not even wearing my shirt which itself is very heavy for me.".....Boy!.....i was dumbstruck...i was killed...it was so aweful...a beggar rejecting the biggest alms i have ever given to a beggar [what biggest??...how phoney...it was goddamn torn!]. I couldn't even tell him to take the blazer back and ask him to use it in the cold winter....man!....it would be like canvassing the beggar or rather begging to the beggar to take my alms back......SHIT! Besides i felt sorry for the guy...he was so thin [probably he has AIDS or something..]...goddamn it...he wasn't really able to wear his shirt.
So i put "the beggar rejected cloth" on my bike 's tank and went inside the restaurant. Meanwhile i kept repeating the recharge procedures on my mobile.....n got back messages something like..."card not valid", "invalid operation" etc,.....got fed up.....ran out of the restaurant, took my bike and headed towards the shop where i bought the recharge card. when the day itself was doomed, i had no reason to believe the shop will be open after 9.30 PM, but the stupid optimist who lives in me...wanted to check it out. And the shop was closed as expected.
I went back to the restaurant.....the phony blazer still on my old darling bike's tank.....sat in a corner..had my dinner....paid the dough....left the place to catch some sleep at the end of this dooms day.......n BOY!...didnt i tell you.. I GODDAMN FELT NEAR DEAD! [was reading "the catcher in the rye"...found a bit of Haulden Caufield in me....tell you why latter ;)]
Saturday, March 31, 2007
My magical love affair with the orange beauty
The great orange ball never fails to excite and fascinate me. I developed a liking for her when i had completed school and had nothing to do before joining college. Ever since that time this beauty had grown closer to my heart. Thanks to my cousin who introduced me to this dear soul mate.
I go reach out to this beauty and carry her with both my hands and start walking towards the court, sometimes dribbling her along the way. When i reach the abode of this celestial beauty, I go just below the ring and make the first ceremonial shoot. The ball just nicks the board and drops into the ring effortlessly. I take my darling back and start dribbiling her in my energetic enthusiasm. Then i hold her above my head with a caressing grasp. I shoot her and when the spherical beauty makes her way through the ring, i experience a joy unbound.
I have always had boundless admiration for this boon campanion, which looks like a large size "Rudraksha" with eight faces. The beauty has a rough external texture with hundreds of little orange bumps. But when i take a closer and deeper look at her, amazing illusionary floral patterns make a treat for my eyes.
My dates with her are always special in some way. Today, When i held her above my head and was about shoot her from the zero degree position, i noticed a wonderful formation. The moon, the ball and the ring, the three circular beauties were in a row as if swimming synchronously in the air.
When i was taking a break between my play, i noticed an sms sent by a friend of mine. " Why don't women like basketball players as lovers? cos they always dribble before they shoot", read the naughty sms. The timing of the message's arrival couldn't have been any better. I had a hearty laughter.
And then a funny thought arose in my mind. What if i make the ball itself my lover. Its funny....very funny.....but my feeling for her is true....i wanna live the rest of my life with her :)
Thursday, March 22, 2007
blogger's..block
probably hundreds n thousands of bloggers are havin a BLOCK @ this very moment of my awakened curiousity. but when did i hav a block...a blogger's block that is. man!...please let my bloated ego of an amateur writer assume that i had had a block when before i started blogging.
had always enjoyed expressin myself thru words in my dairies, notebooks n bits of paper, all of which i lose unconditionally. So, here i go....writing my first blog in a breathless eagerness. Thanks to a good friend of mine who had the will n a persuasive charm to inspire a lazy bones like me into writin blogs. Let her contagious wit permeate thru the complex web of 0's n 1's and bless mine, makin me an astute observer n an elegant artist [writer].
i assure you to expect in my blogs... my ideologies, a lot of arguments, musings both happy and gloomy, memorable experiences, pensive reflections, few confessions, trivialities, stupid sentiments and convention defying thoughts.
Gossips, proofless aligations, n highly prejudiced thoughts are a few i DO NOT promise.
did my words stab your wit?...n here i name my link "wordstabber.blogspot.com"
thankyou for readin my first blog :)
had always enjoyed expressin myself thru words in my dairies, notebooks n bits of paper, all of which i lose unconditionally. So, here i go....writing my first blog in a breathless eagerness. Thanks to a good friend of mine who had the will n a persuasive charm to inspire a lazy bones like me into writin blogs. Let her contagious wit permeate thru the complex web of 0's n 1's and bless mine, makin me an astute observer n an elegant artist [writer].
i assure you to expect in my blogs... my ideologies, a lot of arguments, musings both happy and gloomy, memorable experiences, pensive reflections, few confessions, trivialities, stupid sentiments and convention defying thoughts.
Gossips, proofless aligations, n highly prejudiced thoughts are a few i DO NOT promise.
did my words stab your wit?...n here i name my link "wordstabber.blogspot.com"
thankyou for readin my first blog :)
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