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It’s true
and
It’s out there
everywhere
ravishing women
on the roads
in upmarkets
cars
PVR’s
but
that’s not the point
the only point I mean
I wonder
sometimes
where are the men
yeah, the men
the machismo breed
the chivalrous studs
the shyly disposed
or the freckled geeks
for all these refined dames
talk of the country’s skewed sex ratios
greatest bullcrap yeah
men outnumber women
across the country
agreed
but gorgeous women
far outstrip
handsome men
magnanimously!
perhaps that’s indeed the truth!
or may be I’m plain crazy
driven insane
by singlehood
ghostly forlorn
finding none
cool with minglehood!
sniff-sniff
I hate the world
It’s generously
unfair!

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And she’s back!

Yeeaaaaaah!

The one love of my life that’s forever enduring is back! And in style!

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Yep! That’s a two hundred and fifty bucks worth non-veg serving from Pizza-Time she’s feasting on! How often do ya think that happens to vagabond cats!
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Pampered you’d say. But she’s such a gorgeous sweetheart. She remembers my touch and allowed me to stroke her gently after a long absence (of course only after she was done dining!) And came back again (jumped right into my lap, kissed my bearded chin with her feather-touch whiskers), after her post-supper stroll. Anyway, just love this thing, unconditionally 🙂

Though I hate it when she keeps getting knocked up every other time! Yep, miss beautifully wily gestating again (either she’s too slutty, gone wayward in mindless exhibitionism of her stunner looks and lordly mannerism, or the mister cat is one hell of an irresistible stud, or the cat family is too horny in both sexes!).

Whatever! She’s back \:D/

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ho-hum!

So am back after probably the longest ever stay at home during semesters. And it was a good one, adequately enough to make it feel alien as I set foot in campus this afternoon. I’m reasonably exhausted for want of some sleep after the travel, but I’d still write with these half-closed eyes.

Home has always been one of those very few unruffled places where I feel and find myself, completely at ease. It gets better if you happen to be not doing well, medically, and your dad’s a doc himself. So while dad would clog my gullet with the multitude of his colorful medicines (which, by the way, is no fun at all), mom would take care in her own cherubic fashion. So I didn’t care much if I had fever and cold and nausea, and went ahead with the Diwali celebrations in full swing off my mortal capacity, knowing I had trustworthy back-ups!

The one good thing about our new place is the aggregation of a decent number of officers and their resident families, who end up in good numbers in club parties. Even better is the existence of a fair number of my dad’s contemporaries among the club, and hence their seed, who more-or-less are my contemporaries! Now I never mind conversing with males of just about my own age who can be decently talkative. The catch is with the females of the group. I have never quite understood my folks’ obsession at taking me along to these parties held quite frequently, often for no reasons. May be they like to march in with their good-looking, smartly sound grown-ups (all right don’t frown: I love myself :D): perhaps it makes them feel good as responsible parents. Mom will tell me, “beta you need to meet people: my friends keep asking about you”, etc. So this time over I gave in to mom’s biddings, and guess am somewhat glad I did!

It was some big boss who had thrown this Eid party, and I (not so) reluctantly walked to the place, as I’d heard of his daughter, and heard it good! And yeah, rumors can be true, partially notwithstanding, as I was about to discover. Naturally I had all my energies intending on ways to make an audience with the young lady, avoiding her daddy’s furtive watching! I had the least idea it would come this way – mom signalled me over to her place, and carried on with some introduction to the aunties. I had almost left when one of the aging women had an unexpected pimp-ish fit, and she made me sit next to her, the sole male presence among some thirty-forty women, and most of them caring to excuse me queer glances (:-w), and however much I was enjoying all the abrupt attention, man! it was getting slimly uncomfortable! Following on, the aunty soon quips that I’ve been made to occupy the place seating a pretty female till I crash-landed in the congregation! Boy! No second thoughts about guessing the identity of the pretty lass in question! And there she was, moments later, standing right up to me, locating me first in the overwhelming female presence, and then as an invader to her own personal space in the domain! However, in a non-meditated jibe, I stood up, and got her another chair, placing it just next to mine. And pretty soon I realized what phenomenal slip I had made! I had understandably announced my desires of not letting go of this opportunity to converse with the gorgeous attendant! And all that unintentionally! Anyway, the damage done and most ladies making a careful note of my (perhaps) undesired dare-devilry, I had no option to make the most of the situation I had landed myself in. I had somehow sensed an upsetting murmur among the ladies as I sat talking to her (which by the way was much merriment!). I would have committed the ultimate crime asking the girl to another table, and had to spend few terrible minutes, ripped apart between my want and the not-so-subtle communal disapproval!

I later realized everything that happened was no big deal! I mean c’mon, the girl was the host, and with hardly any of similar lively specimens around, it was only natural that she kept me company. But the aunties – they’ll get with everything at you, examining every hormonal-driven move of yours, and expressing individual dislike in their caustic, incisive manners!

And for those who remember me talking about the padosi ki beti – well, it’s official. She’s safely past puberty, and made all possible attempts at hitting on me whenever she got a chance. I must say she made quite a few of those chances actually! Her school being on vacation helped her advances. And boy! hats off to the boldness she exhibited in her maneuvers! There were times I cringed in fear of a vitriolic censure from her mother, who I’m sure observed her salivating daughter! Anyway, that certainly was more fun. Not every other time you have the luxury of consciously avoiding desperate Lolitas!

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The Times Of India predicated this morning that I’m going to be somewhat absent-minded today, the whole day. Probably an averagely awful twenty four hours they must have meant. Sure did freak me out a bit yeah! I mean c’mon, someone tells you bang at dawn that you’ll fall in an open gutter today, or you’ll discover a live worm in your lunch, or you’ll make a laughing stock of yourself in an assemblage of gorgeous women, you’ll naturally end up in some concern. However, screw you fellas! I’d a goddamn amazing day! Or may be not, cuz in a sense, it went terrible as well! Mixed bag ok, and that’s the EOD!

The water woes continue to hassle my life, as a dreadful fit of stomach pain made me miss an exam this evening! I wonder now if that’s good, or sadly bad! Good because the pain prevented any potentially fruitful study that would have resulted in formidable examination performance, and hence it’s better I didn’t sit for it. Good again because c’mon man! No exam to give, a liberated evening, and a rocking life sans books waiting for ya! Where’s the pain! Bad because Murphy says the one exam you’ll miss will come back and haunt you with eye-popping complexity! After all, the professor will have his revenge, in lieu of extra effort entailed by my sickness! Anyway, that’s pretty much the darkness of the day.

The good times began with a STD incoming on my mostly dormant phone! I’d rendered an article on the water troubles on our campus to JAM magazine, and they called up to say they’ll be covering it in their next issue! Eureka (ok I’m no Archimedes, and I wasn’t naked either, but I could still say Eureka!). I mean, voila! Is this the break, the launch pad, I’ve been desirous of? Well, whatever, great news to say the least. Even if they don’t do as promised, I’ll always know I was read and acclaimed in their office!

I have made it a habit to tune in to Radio Mirchi 98.3 FM every Saturday. That’s when they play amazingly pulsating club music, with such beats & tunes that if you’d try matching it with your gyrations, you’ll end up in either a complicated Baba Ramdev position, or loosening up a few bones somewhere! Classy music coupled with the intense joy carried forward earlier from the day, set the stage for an awesome evening. It’s like this is so much different when you are happy from inside, when you feel it in your body, in your soul, in every word you say, in every move of yours! Just one of those exotic days when you feel real, genuine good about yourself, a dash of optimism about your otherwise seemingly worthless existence!

And then came in KD, online on Yahoo! Can’t really admit of his state during the time we talked, but boy! He was back being the same terrific guy he was in his days as a senior student and a wing mate at IIT, fascinatingly interesting, and a fantastic conversationalist as a natural aspect! And man we had fun in the few minutes we had to us, before he had to hit the sack, as the calling was of the pressing situation! Anyway, we talked of the time we had got drunk in company back in hostel, of the great fun we had of our endless talks on the floor, of movies, girls, booze as common interests, of life after IIT (not so promising as he said😦), and of meeting up sometime soon later this week, reliving our good old days! And somehow I got so worked up after the conversation ended shortly, that I ended up writing an orkut testimonial for him! Quite impulsive I know!

One major observation from the day’s events was the strange ways guys bond among themselves. I mean I was like always psyched out at the amazing degree of tranquility most females share with other females! I mean how can they be so amazingly comfortable in the company of a fellow distaff, and never shying away from a physical or verbal display of the shared affection! Guys just don’t hug each other, or hold hands, or kiss, or say “I love U”, as the ladies do! And it’s not about doing it often; it’s almost never that we do anything like that! However, I realized we are different. I mean we obviously are, but we have our own ways of saying “I love U dude”,” man you are so much fun”, “oh what would I be without U”, without indulging into any act of physical proximity! And we do it all the time, just that it goes without noticing for the most part. With guys it’s probably in the mind, often not translating to words or actions. And that makes it different. We do understand and appreciate other males, in a manner that has a subtle meaning to it. And we love our vanguard agency of expression!

So just like that, life’s good 🙂

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so long, so grim the wait
if not for your trance, the tempting bait
the work up though, contravenes your resplendency
hot, humid, depressive, that’s so not hunky dory
sadistic you, everytime you’d leap anticipations
marooned us, left asunder with palpitations
but come you had to, and come you did
oh the showers, pleasance to have you indeed
gone, the parching heat, the unsettling dirt
and I have renewed interest in To Kill A Mockingbird
so what if I could no more sleep naked
leastwise its goodbye fetid sweat, you’ve always been hated
casting spells, strange romanticism the rains got
you could feel it, a mate, one you might have not
they call it the feel good factor
its all out there, even if rain lashes life helter skelter
consternated, browbeaten, think you lost your sheen
they said it so right, c’mon you, can always begin
the green of the trees, the smell of the earth
its finally come calling, the perfect moment for a rebirth
🙂

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normal chhe???

Friendship must easily be one of the most illustrious relationships we are inclined to base majority of our considerations on. Countless number of songs have been composed, paper/e-cards all try to explore the real meaning of friendship in their own sweet ways and finally a multitude of movies have friendship as the chief thematic element. However sovereignly charismatic all these media try and get, in some manner I have forever been at loggerheads with them when it comes to understanding the concept of friendship!

Or lets say its again on of those things like psychology whose interpretation need not be confined to few self-confessed intellectuals or institutions. In the sense that you really need nobody to apprise you of the correct semantic of friendship! It must be something you just know, a natural realisation. Something you have felt yourself. Something you can construe a meaning to by counting on your own experiences.

Anyway, the issue is how I disregard the common whimsical notion of friendship in the basics. The discord must invariably owe its existence to the eldritch fashion I have had friendships over the years.

“Someway I think I have never actually had a friend, in the real sense of it!”

Before you start to freak out at the weird monstrosity and the possibly disastrous implications of this statement, let me explain myself. I have never turned for solace or personal opinion to a soul in an hour of discomfiture. I have probably never perceived the call for human intervention in my domain space. Must have not ever felt the necessity to open myself to someone, to share my being, to just lie vulnerable as an unguarded voice response system with no password protection. Not that I’m never depressed, frustrated, disillusioned or anything. Ofcourse I do! I’m sure I positively undergo all the protocol venerable members of the set of emotional upheaval that hassle an average distressed human. Even then, I’m numb when it comes to thinking myself aloud to people! I unconsciously chose to remain tight-lipped in matters of the heart, or the mind, or the soul, or just anything concerning me!

Though it has atrociously been the other way round. All my life I’ve had people turning up to my shoulder for that comfort level that just soothes everything. Just makes it simple and easy for them. Not that I don’t enjoy doing that. I love being a friend, a paragon mentor, playing the wise man to flawlessness everytime!

And that is exactly why it makes me doubt my sanity when it comes to this subject! Is it abnormal for someone generally accepted as extremely societal, forever herding, networked to have enshrouded cramps when it comes to getting up and close to someone, familiarity notwithstanding! Can one be self-sufficient to the extent of being exceedingly shy without the witting cognition of the second person when it boils down to apportioning your insecurities, your worst anxieties, your not so toothsome fears!

Again, most people I’m close to would have in all probability never realised my modest reserve when its ‘me’ under consideration. Lets say the good part is I just don’t feel the need to have anyone so close to me that he/she should need to encroach the obliterated me! Perhaps I’m meant to be a patient listener and advisor when its two people in conversation, and one’s affairs catch the tips of our vociferous lingua. And don’t I savour this roleplaying!

 

 

PS: I happened to tune in to the song “Tere jaisa yaar kahan, kahan aisa yaarana …”. Hence you know the ancestry of yet another addition to the posting-under-impulse era! And yeah, kindly no hard feelings anybody! That’s just what I feel, and there is a good possibility that I’m wrong! Doesn’t change anything. Nothing!

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yeay!

Something as trivial as this is all it takes to satisfy my ego by doing great justice to the Virgo male characterstics ..I`ve customised the understanding of the article as drafting the perfectionist aspect of the sunsign, in the sense of this eternal quest to gather the best, moving to WordPress from Blogger in particular 😀

Sound nerdy, do I!

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