BEEP BEEP

As a guy without a bike, and an expenditure allowances not big enough to afford Taxis all the while, I am getting inside a BMTC bus, yes, the white and blue coloured Bus, with a brown tint shade all over.[ no, dats not dust, dats the make of the body].

Since there are many more guys and gals in the city without a bike and with an expenditure allowances as big as Kapil Sibals IQ, the bus is full….

BEEP BEEP... oh that is an SMS.

BEEP BEEP

With strain I pull my mobile out of my pocket and read the message, something that demands a reply, m trying to type with one hand, holding the overhead iron pole with the other, and here he comes... the guy next to me badly wants to read the message I m typing. I am irritated and I send the message.

Hardly 30 secs.

Beep beep.

This time when I type the reply, I add

“One bastard is peeping into my message and so I will tell you later".

Talking in the dark

I'm just going to tell you what's true for me. ... I too have lied.

Why do we lie so much?

I can only answer for myself. I have lied because I've been afraid ...I lied, faked, bluffed, concealed what was really going on inside me.

The only time I speak truth is when I talk in the dark…

Why is it that talking in the dark is so much easier?

Perhaps it’s because the words we speak seem slip away from us into the shadows, and not to belong to us anymore, so that we need fear no aftermath. Words spoken in light are clear and sharp and inescapable. Words spoken in darkness are halfway to dreams, and forgotten by morning.”

Inspiration - William Nicholson, The Trial of True Love (Best Book that I had read in long time)

Seasons Change… Do We?

CHANGE is what we all cherish. But do we really understand the changes we go through in our lives? Look out of the window pane near you. Do you see life? Do you see the seasons? Are they changing?

SEASONS of life will fascinate you, if you watch them closely.

But Seasons of life change. Friends change. You change.

So did Ashitosh and Celina, while growing up together in their beautiful innocence. They were almost inseparable. Their love for each other was indivisible.Yet, a time came when they stumble upon the truths about themselves. Suddenly, they can see themselves in a new light.

In fright and pain, they ask themselves: are we really what we think we are?

Celina had finally accepted the change….and may be Ashitosh too has learned to change with the seasons.

Though his FB status reads something like this….

Get me some poison, Iago; this night: I'll not expostulate with her, lest her body and beauty unprovide my mind again: this night, Iago.

Ashitosh is not Othello, but he seems to be surrounded by Iagos…..

Mallu porn

Kerala is world renowned for its pornographic films that are popularly known as Mallu Porn. Through our hard work and creativity; we had built up a very good brand image for Mallu Porn. But now we have every Tom, Dick and Harry exploiting this image by labelling their movies of shady origin as Mallu. Not only are they eating into our revenues, but they are also severely affecting the perception of our brand.

It is high time to protect pornographic movies originating from the state by granting it Geographical Indication status.  Protection under the Geographical Indications of Goods Act 1999 will ensure that movies from other regions will not be able to be allowed to make use of the term Mallu.

:))

The Door is Swinging ...

Celina bid adieu to Ashitosh.

Celina never gave him an explanation because the real reason was just too painful to put into words---he had failed as a friend, let her down when she needed him, and had not supported her during some of the worst months of her life.

What could she say to him? That he was self-absorbed and completely focused on himself to the exclusion of all others? That she'd realized that their friendship was based solely upon him and his needs? That suddenly she woke up and realized this was the pattern of her life and that she intended to change it?

No. She didn’t say anything. She simply dropped him with some pathetic excuses and never did tell the painful truth.

The last conversation they had read something like this:-

Ashitosh:-Wt hapnd pa?

Celina: Wat??

Ashitosh: hmmmm

Celina: Wat Hmm..?

Ashitosh: OK. Wat happened between us??

Celina: Please do us a favour and stay away.

Ashitosh: ok pa.

The Door is Swinging ...... and he doesn't know whether to shut it, leave it ajar, or close it.






PS: "Any resemblance between the characters in this post and any persons, living or dead, is a miracle" 

Friends do matter

Today one of my friend shared a FB status which read something like this....

"I even smoke in bed. Imagine smoking a cigar in bed, reading a book. Next to your bed, there's a cigar table with a special cigar ashtray, and your wife is reading a book on how to save the environment".-Raul Julia

While my another friends read something like this.....

  

Helmet Can Take care of you heads __!

Signs may make you understand __!

Words can prevent you from quitting__!

A small Smoking awareness by my self on my Helmet __!

Hmmm Plus nd Minus...But..Friends do matter......

Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival. 

Ashitosh and Celina

Should intimacy always be a 2-sided affair? One question I have been debating with myself for ages. One part of me feels how much the other person contributes doesn't alter the way you feel about them. Another part of me refuses to believe that.

So if 2 people, say Ashitosh and Celina were thick friends once and at some point of time if  Celina  just drifts off(because nw she has a boy friend ), what happens?

Does Ashitosh lose all the intimacy he had for Celina   ?

When I say losing intimacy, I don’t mean not seeing each other when you couldn’t. I mean not seeing each other when you could ......:(


So people what do you think ????
Ashitosh  is Antonio(Merchant of Venice) or  Ashitosh  is just another Celina in the long run? 

PS: "Any resemblance between the characters in this post and any persons, living or dead, is a miracle"

A good looking wife who can cook well!

His jaw opened when she unfolded the painting and held it for him to see. It had everything they dreamt together ... a house at the top of a hill, a river flowing into the green valley ... and what greenery! The picture was titled "Our Dream House" and he could not agree more ... but "Did u wake up all night to finish this off?" "Yeah ... I couldnt sleep at all ... once the idea hit my mind! I wanted to paint our dream house as soon as I can!" ... she giggled.

He pulled her closer to him and she obliged happily ... "U know what I like most about you?" "What?" "The passion that u have ... how u put everything into the things u do ... I wish I could be like you ..." her knees went week and she moved closer to his body.

A month after marriage, she was busy at office and couldnt come home before 9, for a few days. Today she wanted to come back early and finish that painting for him ... she had even thought of the title ... "Man and his Wife!" He was in the living room watching the TV and looked curiously, as she picked up the stand, painting set and closed the office room door behind her, for the finishing touches. A little later, the door opened and his face popped in ... "Dinner?" "Yup ... just a minute!" and he went back.

10 minutes later, she opened the fridge, the curries and rice were heated up ... and the dinner was ready. But, she noticed that his face had a gloominess that she had not seen before. He opened the rice, smelled the curries ... and stopped! "I dont want to have this!" "Why? what happened??" "Its smelling ... how old is this curry?" "NO ... I made it yesterday only!" "Crap ..." he got up ... "Wait ... I'll make something else ... just gimme a few minutes" ... she pleaded. "No, I'll eat from outside ... dont bother" ... "Pleezzzz" she pleaded again.

 "Forget it now, u had all the time in the world to make something fresh today. All these days u were late because of office. Now, today ... u r gone with that thing!" he pointed to the office room and her half finished painting. She felt a lump in her throat when he went on shouting "I dont care what passion u have ... but make sure u r a wife first!"

The passion died that day ... and a good wife was born ... a meek, gloomy and listless version of the original! A good looking wife who can cook well!

How are you?"

This is the question that I was asked the most in the past one month and always my answer was "I am fine" or "I am doing good". I have no idea why I always lie to everyone or for that matter even to myself whenever I encounter such situations. Fact is that I was never fine and struggling to be normal all these days..

Sleep is constantly evading me when I wanted it the most.. Sometimes I used to sit up quite late just to fight the memories..Coz the moment I hit the bed, how much ever tired I am , the memories keep flowing like storm and I'll be wide awake for hours together.. I had always thought it's the sweet memories that keep you going, but now when I know none of them will ever come back again, it's becoming a pain.. I am gripped with an insecurity feeling ..…..

De MAD

One of Kerala’s leading writers, K. Satchidanandan is regarded as one of the pioneers of the New Poetry in Malayalam.Here is an English Transalation of his poem DE MAD (PRANTHAN)

The mad have no caste
Nor religion. They
transcend gender,
live outside ideologies. We
do not deserve their innocence.

Their language is not of dreams but
of another reality. Their love
is moonlight. It
overflows on full moon day.

Looking up they see
gods we have never heard of. They are
shaking their wings when
we fancy they are shrugging their shoulders. They hold
even flies have souls
and the green god of grasshoppers
leaps up on both legs.

At times they see trees bleed,
hear lions roar from the streets.
At times they watch Heaven
gleaming in a kitten’s eyes,
just as we do. But they alone
can hear ants sing in a chorus.

While patting the air
they are taming a cyclone
over the Mediterranean. And with
their heavy tread they stop
a volcano from erupting.
They have another measure
of Time. Our century is
their second. Twenty seconds,
and they reach Christ; six more, they
are with the Buddha.

In a single day they reach
the big bang at the beginning.

They go on walking restless for
their earth is boiling still.

The mad are not
mad like us.

hogi bartini - ABS

Today's sunrise was regular. Just the way it always looks like on a regular dewy, misty Bangalore morning. What's different is the realisation that I would have left this place I have been calling home for the past 2 years, very soon. Yes the farewell invitation is already having its affect.

 I'm having my morning coffee right now and I hear a bird chirping away outside. Like it's trying to tell me something. I don't quite understand bird-talk, but I wish I knew, because I badly want to have a little goodbye chat right now.

Today when I went out to the Anna shop for my daily nicotine, I wanted to tell the guy who always handed me my packet of smoke in the morning, that I'm leaving soon. I wanted to tell the guy at fudclub who used to get me the best chicken paratta ever, that I'll be gone soon.

I wanted to tell HER a lot of things too,like seeing her on my way out, worked like a lucky charm for me.Yes I am immature even now.

I wanted to go ask the Indus guy, how he remembered which poison I preferred, even when I went to him after weeks or months of abstinence.


Having said all this,There's this thing about life in a busy metropolitan city. It's like this unwritten rule that you don't really talk to people. You connect to people. That's because it is human. But you don't really talk. I can't imagine walking upto any of the above mentioned poeple and saying a goodbye. They'd probably be taken aback! Because that isn't expected around here, right? You leave the place quietly, at the break of dawn, load all your stuff into a cab and just leave. Your place in this part of the universe will be filled up by another being. They'll bring a part of themselves to this place where you leave a part of yourself behind. It just goes on.

For some reason, I also like the fact that I'm spared the goodbye ritual. Everytime you say a goodbye to someone, the sense of finality sinks in. That you'll be gone. For real. I just prefer to believe that I'll be back soon. Bangalore has been much more than a city to me. It's been this living, breathing person.

So when I pack my bags and leave before I say hi to tomorrow's Bangalore sun, my parting words will be "See you soon! hogi bartini, Bengaluru!"

THE WORST BOOK I READ IN 2012

Hi all,

Disclaimer 

Any resemblance to person living, dead or reincarnated is purely coincidental.
 No animals were injured during the writing of this review, although some asses had there feelings hurt..

“Critics are to authors what dogs are to lamp-posts.” ~ Jeffrey Robinson

 Title:  The Best Person I Met In 2007

Genre	Fiction
About	Friendship, Love and Life as we know it.

Description

There's this diary where Neil jots down the name of the best person he meets, every year. Come year 2007, he writes down a name that no one ever expected him to. Here's a story that's punctuated with a number of twists and turns that bring out a summary of what life is all about. It's about four people... naaa... scratch that... it's about just that one person; and now, it’s your turn to find out who that is...

Publisher

Independent

One thing that I realized, rather say my readers made me realize is that, somewhere unintentionally in my last book review; I disclosed a little bit too much of the story. So learning from my mistakes, this time I’ am not getting into the story part-at all.

The above synopsis about the book is a cut-copy –paste from the facebook page of the book.

The day I heard that ABC’s book is coming, I was excited.

I started reading this book at 5.30 and completed it at 7.30, 2 hrs prior to my target of 9.30.

The book takes you through life of Neil, and that one person…

 (And this is the maximum part of story I can share with you.)

The book shares a lot of funny moments, rather the book tries to be funny at lot of places but fails terribly This book is light love fiction, but like all modern day writers  ABC seems to be suffering from CBS(Chetan Bhagath Syndrome).

This book does not have the major characteristics of a fiction novel, which we usually see; the continuous use of word F#ck, the love making scene, those one line wonders. It is a clean love story, but Somewhere in this book, ABC, missed out on making sure that the readers stick to the book.

The book takes up a major issue prevailing in our society; the issue of choosing to live your dreams. The issue in broader sense brings forward a women’s prospective, her dreams to marry the man of her choice, but by making the love of her life, leave behind, but somehow fails to connect with the audience.

This book has a simple, little, sweet love story which does ‘end’ on a sad note but with a clear message of a happy ending; but…..(Everything b4 but is bullshit and everything after but is censored..:))

Richard Ford once said that it takes as much effort to produce a bad book as a good book, so I do herby place my token of appreciation for the effort made….

In my final words, I would suggest, read this book at least once; with no great expectations…Because….

“Once you've put one of his books down, you simply can't pick it up again.”

By the way my BBM status msg is " THE WORST BOOK I READ IN 2012!!"