Event Update:

Vagina Monologues: Every person who has watched this play – man or woman, will never be the same again

Or so they say about it..

Anyone who’s around in Delhi on Thursday 8th, and heard of this controversially famous theatrical should collect passes from PlanetM outlets in South Ex/Saket/CP.

Time: 6:30 PM Place: NCUI Auditorium, Opposite Siri Fort, Khel Gaon Marg

See ya there folks!



Dude! Where’s my winter chill!

Delhi is steaming! And its only like the end of January! Winter wear out, cold showers already in! What on earth are those environmentalists being paid for? I can see the globe formidably warming yeah, don’t need their opinions in Science Today! If the oceans have to rise, let them bloody do! Water everywhere will at least cool it up! Damn I hate summers, except that I get to do longer showers, wear my awesome 24-hr deodrant and sleep naked! Yeaaaaaaah! 😀

Oh and went to this pretty chic restaurant called “TEN” on Sansad Marg last evening. There wasn’t much company but the food was good. I finally realised Thai is basically Indian cuisine with a lot more spices thrown in, an oversupply of corn over every dish and a much more tempting dressing, while Mexican is roll everything up you can eat with ease otherwise, support it with thick cream and salad, and again present it invitingly to us dal-paneer-gobhi loyals! Followed the exotic food with a walk to India Gate for the ten-twenty buck ice-lollies!

And trust me, Delhi rocks, as do dilwaale Dilliwallahs. Every city has a story, and Delhi has one too, albeit unchronicled to full grandeur in print. Perhaps its just because I’ve been reading a lot of India-centric literature lately (Indian In Slow Motion’, ‘India, Pakistan and the West’, Maximum City, Shantaram), and I’m increasingly falling in love with the country, and the city in particular. The capital is this fascinating amalgamation of cultures and cuisine, people and practices, virtue and vice, that at times I have a tough time in dissecting the anatomy of this huge all-compensating organism! The more I read, the better I mould my opinion of the nation. I cannot ask of you all to see through my eyes, but guys! India IS poised, and there’s a phenomenon waiting to explode! Some of you might remember reading about IIT’ians staying back in the country after graduation. You bet its not too far from the truth! People want to give back, probably not in largesse, but patriotism IS the buzzword, and its back in a revolutionized techie avatar!

India Shining, Incredible India are not just tourism promotion or FDI centered gimmicks. They define us today!

History will always talk of Gandhi and Nehru, and never of Dhiru Bhai Ambani or Ratan Tata!

Love for the country, wear it, show it! PDA!
And as they say, be the change you want to see! So, Be!

How disgusting can we get? Read here!

God help our dropping moral standards!

I must have grown old.

With my blog I mean.

Yeah, didn’t quite realize but this space turned a centurion with the last post. May ’05, and I started off with all those romanticized declarations of love-shove {blush}, which by the way, some found too bold for public expression! Made a quick sine curve and fell in and out of relationships twice {sigh}: not the typical falling out if you don’t know already, but what the heck: nothing’s well if it doesn’t end well!

Followed it up with a lot of personal stuff, boldfaced indeed, with a tinge of despair evident in all my writing I guess! There were times when I wrote for the reader. It was, and still remains mostly for myself though! I believe it’d be exciting to go back and read the chronicles of your life, in very much your own words, anytime in the future.

I don’t remember much of my teens if you ask me: I’ve no idea how different I was when young(er), the things I did, things I did not. I could of course tell you about my first crush, in 2nd grade – she wore glasses, very soft-spoken, thin legs, a bookworm, yet managed to remain jaunty most of the times. Her family and mine being friends made a perfect catalyst for my childhood crush! That my Dad was in a transferable job meant the most convincingly sullen death for what would have been a much-envisaged, most suitable happy-ending!

For pretty much the same reason, this blog was born. I’ll need my own story, when I’m seventy-plus, when I’ll be a burdensome granpa, still horny with Alzheimer’s. That’s when my blog would come in handy to reminisce of my sunny days, of which I assume I should have had many!

Anyway, I had this not-so shadowy realization that somewhere down the line I’m very conventional, and very-very traditional! Impulse more than sound reason led me to visit the Swaminarayan Akshardham Temple last Sunday. No deliberate ecstasy required to explain, but boy! What a place! Friends agreed that it must be one of the top architectural expressions in modern India. There is such excess of technology combined with spiritual grandeur in those few hundred acres that you feel it’s a whole new world for those few hours required in case total bliss is one of your intended reasons to be there. Huge exhibits with robotic models and Dolby Digital Sound to mesmerize you with a terrific audio-visual entertainment. Almost life-like recreations of people and events, served to you in first-class sophistication! An underground boat ride that takes you through a brief but brilliantly depicted history of India is a first of kind in the country for sure. The fountain show in the evening coupled with thundering chants of Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva set your pulse racing. I was a different person altogether for those 6-7 hours. I squatted at all those hallowed idols of Sita, Ram and Ganesh, and it felt so natural! I paid for the ‘Jalabhishek’, and queued with this rage of devotion from nowhere to bathe the deity. I so wish to go on, but this much should do for the holy memoir! Must visit, and if you have a car, take me along!

I might have also begun to appreciate the finer realms of life. Take for example this loo on my floor whose windows have lost the paint that hid our naked bottoms, and which should most certainly bother the decent resident even when nature urgently calls. On the ‘bright’ side, I find shitting with the sun shining right over you an amazingly indulging experience. It feels like being right there in the lap of nature! Trust me!

And btw, I seriously can’t understand what’s all the brouhaha about Shilpa being meted out a racist treatment in Big Brother! I mean is it not supposed to be reality TV? And hence is she not brown? She should have fired that Judy back with comments about her spotted British skin, or her sagging breasts on the non-kamasutra figure! For once I wished it was Mallika Sherawat on the show! She would not drop a tear under any circumstances, can show more skin than the rest combined, can call people names in her Haryanvi lingo without an iota of doubt over her witty speech, she could kiss unisexually, make the audience lust after her with dropping hemlines: in short, she’d be a perfect firebrand Indian woman for reality television. Racism ki maa ki aankh!

Also watched Guru, and am so glad we decided to eat in TGI Friday before the show. The young woman on the next table showed a lot of goosebumped skin in her micro-mini denim skirt that was getting shorter as she shifted in her place all the time. In as much as I’d wanted to question the practicality involved in wearing winter lingerie, I decided otherwise as she followed it up with some passionate lip-locking with her guy in full view of my devoid-of-all-shame eyes! Geez! EYE now THINK kalyug is definitely here! And almost managed to convince a friend to go over to the table nearby where a group of five PYT’s were audibly sloshed up in the ecstasy of someone’s birthday, and wish the birthday girl. I was pretty intrigued to know the possible outcome of this courageous venture! BTW again, off late I’ve noticed pretty young women hanging out with more gorgeous women a lot more than I was used to in normal days! They are everywhere, torturing single men with their I-don’t-need-you-no-more half-looks!

am I a speck
and more I shouldn’t expect
in the desert of life
in the galaxy of fret!

an obscure spot
on the horizon of civilization
off the promisingly unlimited resource
can I only squeeze decimal fun?

there is a city
I call my own
the one across the seven seas
is that not a clone?

do I go to my death bed
having known a handful?
am I just filling in
for some grand cosmic cycle?

How bad can life get without a personal computer, that indeed was incredibly personal to me! Reading Mark Tully while sipping on beer in this discounted-for-IIT’ians pub, in the company of this guy who scribbled his totally impulsive poetry on the high-quality table napkins, was indeed some experience this evening. It’s hard to believe that getting rid of your computer can possibly be a life-twisting enterprise! I mean I have visited this same pub like thrice this week already, went for hookah yesterday with few getting-rich-soon guys, reading obsessively in the new year, breakfasting before morning lectures, and ofcourse, attending lectures as well! That’s not meeeee!

Anyway, met this friend who came down from Zurich, and got me yummy Swiss chocolates. Wish I didn’t have to confess, but her being irresistibly gorgeous did decently itch my singlehood! Sigh 😦

And Urvashi actually did a good thing by calling me up while I wasted away pubbing desperately. I pitched her with an if-available-then-lets-mingle request, but she ain’t quite ready yet! She offered to find me someone from the HT Matrimonial, which elicited a most extempore response – “shaadi ni karni oye! I’d rather stay single than permanently mingle right away!” Little did I realise, that wasn’t quite the perfect reply!

“Why do all men run away from commitment?”

Yep, I should have known this was coming! Because intuition works, and it did!

I couldn’t agree more with what you say Urvashi. The tougher part is explaining it in a man’s capacity! How am I at fault! The Creator hardwired such obstinately repulsive disposition in my cranium, and kicked me on this unfair planet!

How reasonable do I sound if I say women do get (much) more involved in relationships in later stages, while men are all romantically libidinous initially! I remember this from the Batman series – “never play with the affections of a woman in love”! I’m no Sigmund Freud Junior to create my own interpretation of how men and women feel differently when in love! But it’s probably not universally true without occasional fails. I mean there are stable, future-secured affairs involving doting duos! Perhaps having a girl in his life massages a man’s ego, makes him feel positive about himself, or may be completes him which most men might not want to confess to. While a man in her life is like a most beautiful event to a woman, which ain’t hard to believe considering its a feminine force working behind the scenes. It must mean something when women get to bear the offspring, and not men – they undoubtedly have this infinite capacity to love, at least decently more than most men! And not that men can’t love reciprocally: just that Mars’ians and Venus’ians feel a lot differently about it. A not-so obvious deviation in perspective is acceptable from the two sexes right!

This certainly is not the best and the maximum I could have spoken about it, but the sex-dependent parameters of love make like an unending debate. They think we jump at the mention of any variations of the word ‘commit’, but I guess its just a matter of perception. The love of a man unwilling to commit wouldn’t in all probability reduce itself. Not necessarily I mean. I could say men have a lot on their minds, equally if not more important than the love of a woman. So do the new-age women I guess. Its just that ladies attach overwhelming importance to a relationship, and they will show it, while the man just wouldn’t! He can’t. He should perhaps, but inherent helplessness is the word!

I just realised I’ve ceased being politically correct on my blog. Or perhaps Urvashi demanded a frank opinion!

I’m no sexist. Just the response to a misunderstood fundamental concept!

By the way, you could say men are like promiscuous bastards, unwilling-to-stop & settle beasts. That could save me some rebuttal here!

Guess some fired-up comments would aptly complete this banter!

  1. Childhood is short ..and maturity is forever
  2. Nothing helps a bad mood like spreading it around
  3. It’s only work if somebody makes you do it
  4. Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us
  5. Genius is never understood in its own time
  6. Give before it hurts
  7. All my real skills are undervalued
  8. Everybody’s a slave to routine
  9. They say winning isn’t everything and I’ve decided to take their word for it
  10. I don’t need to compromise my principles, because they don’t have the slightest bearing on what happens to me anyway
  11. I’ve got more brains than I know what to do with them
  12. Why waste time learning when ignorance is instantaneous
  13. How do ugly things like octopuses and hairy bugs reproduce? Are they actually attracted to each other?
  14. What’s a pronoun? A noun that lost its amateur status
  15. We should take pride in our mediocrity
  16. I’m related to people I don’t relate to
  17. I’m not dumb. I just have a command of thoroughly useless information
  18. Childhood is for spoiling adulthood
  19. Life is full of surprises, but never when you need one
  20. Reality continues to ruin my life
  21. I don’t take chances with a product that prints the date you might expire
  22. A good compromise leaves everybody mad
  23. What’s the point of trying if you can’t be a winner?
  24. I’m interested in things that are none of my business, and I’m bored of things that are important to know
  25. The only skills I have the patience to learn are those that have no real application in life
  26. I’m a misunderstood genius
  27. The more you know, the harder it is to take decisive action
  28. Knowledge is paralysing
  29. Life could be a lot better, but worse is more likely