you two

I just had a chat with two best people of my life. Hail skype. And here I am overjoyed and displaying it all over. Although I know I am going to forward this link to these two only.So much for my fan-following.And after a while I became speechless, so now I am writing this at same tiny link of a infinite network. Just to let them know(this they already do only I just like to say good things about them, to them ... it makes me happy that for once(very rare) I was able to express my thoughts about them)(brackets within brackets, classic..just like inception).. oh i am wandering off . So at this point of time, at this coordinate of space, I want to let them know that there existed someone, who just had one wish(from true heart) that they be together, forever. Now I do realize, what it means to have good people around you. I have more than I could have asked for. And this is what happens when you have good people there for you, even when time is not favorable, you know its going to be better soon, it did for me.The story may not have such a happy beginning, but that doesn’t make you who you are, it is the rest of your story, who you choose to be… so much for being what I am, their friend. PS :) don't comment.

some say it all.

Within 24 hours(21 to be precise) good bye became welcome. And slowly and thereof, a new world begins, with those who are ready to say a different good bye.

And what of those who are not here anymore, nothing but unlimited gratitude for just being there. For once, there is all that you asked for. And looking at past, future seems so good.

In every life, there is once a centre stage, where things start to revolve around you, atleast for a while. After that, its again a one in million chances.

I seldom wonder about the mathematics of this magnitude. How everything is calculated just to be precise and yet to keep everyone involve in it, ignored about everything. But then again, I measure with my own parameters while the scale might be something else. And as an afterthought, it must be. The rules governing us, would be nothing like anything we should understand.

And here was the psychological burp. Its out now, the random has been spoken. Out aloud, yet in the corner of a tiny weblink.

Course of action - anxiousness followed by emotions, then comes the awareness and excitement lingers on, surprises, questions, lots of questions, discovery, awareness once again, a lil bit of fear, some anticipation and then, promises. Hope strolls in between all the way.

So what? Its going to be what it should be. And by all mathematics involved, it should be great, in ways we might never comprehend. The surprise is not the enormity of it all but at infinitesimality of our own.

Thank you for it all.

Autobiography of a Moron

un dino, kuch maksad hua karte the humare....

Ab gehre khwab hain,

Jazbe ki kami toh chicken-roll ne puri kar di..

Aaj kal, malai kabab hain

Jo beet gaya, woh aane waale se aasan kyu hota hai?

mere bhi, kuch ulte, kuch kache..

khud se kiye sawal-o-jawab hain.

yaar aise mile,jinhe mujh par mujh se jyada yakin raha.

bandiyan, botlein,awarapan -

un kamino ke saath toh khalipan bhi rangeen raha.

Sab bhains ki aankh,

james bond ki chathi(6) aulad,

sab LA ke nawab hain.

Waise,.. dekha jaye toh itne kuch galat bhi na hue the kabhi..

do chaar night-outs,

kabhi-kabhaar hangovers,

do suplies,

thode se baap ke paise

aur char saal hi toh lage,

tab jaakar ye samajh aaya...

ye sab bhi toh lajawab hain.

Aur phir aaj itna kuch badla bhi kya hai?

ek degree hai,

kuch sapne hain,

thodi confusion hai,

tension seldom hai..

zindagi random hai...

phir bhi(maa ka)

apan toh phantom hain.

aur doston..

kuch saal baad, aisa hi kuch pado yahaan par

toh samajh jana ki...

life rapchik chal hai bhai ki...

i hope u had the time of ur life..

It happens most of the times that best things in life come atr the time when you are not fully aware to appreciate

them. And thats is one simple reason I am writing it right now.

This trip has been one hell of a ride. Taught me so many so much. Made me meet to so many of wonderful people. Yet,

certain remains undone. Even then, my best goes to all those whom I met here, in these 14 fucking great days of my

life. Every day has been new, full of experiences I've never known before. And my condolences to those who could not

make it with me. Its been one hell of a ride. I wish to meet all these in a happy future.

With best regards to one and all.Pune Goa & Belgaum. May GOD bless us all.

To be continued...ever after...

One Life @ Call Centre

Few days it seems, were not sufficient enough.

But even these were not ordinary..

The first taste of money.First touch of corporacy.First feigning of professionalism.Another serendipity.

The respite from the truth.A fleeting abode.Amazing times, wonderful nights.

Out of usual life, yet so much of it.

Seemingly disappointments.

Boss booze and bitching.

Few idiosyncrasies,many friends, several shams, random genuines... all cause to an amazing time.

Never ending shifts..ever shifting targets...training jam-sessions..stolen coffees..premium Georgias..car-o-bar..

polo and mentos..chair-control-jerks..mails chats..

What else do I say...??umm..perhaps>>"Thank you for calling BT!!"

PS: To everyone who understands what this is all about..Avinash, Anurag, Bhusan, Owais, Gurleen,Varun,Neha,Sonali,Mohit,Sukhi..and so many who cant be named...

PïSS off

This is going to be dirty, yeah dirty enough. So, have you ever been to a public washroom? What kind of question is that, exclamatory kind.

Oh, I am talking about the guys section here, only the JACKS, so JILLS – please don’t read, you wont understand.

Well I am lost for words here. I simply cannot think of one single line that cannot be explained in more derogatory terms than what it would suppose to convey. So, simply ignoring the other side of the discussion(if you want it to be)..I would say, “public washrooms are one of the most interesting and mysterious places in world”

And hereforth, I place the argument to support the claims,

First of all, the construction of cubicle is such that sometimes you wonder, was the architect a gay who played a practical joke on all the pissers in the world. Why? The separators are always too awkward or small to suit your comfort. Then there is always an anomaly, what to do? I mean, when you piss, is there anything, any damm thing in the world that can make you look cooler than that guy whos doing exactly the same right beside you? Well, the simple fact is that it’s a natural thing, and you are always conscious about it when you are doing it. So, what to do in the meanwhile? What to think about > nothing !

And then, where to look? Another biggie to answer. So you look in the wall, then above the sideways(the guy, oh) then as you have scanned all four directions - obviously, you cant look back, unless you are scared of those rascals whom you pulled while they were at it and eventually led them to piss at their own shoes(remember OWAIS ? )..finally you look down at you thing (weird but true) and subconsciously wish to get it over ASAP.

And then, there is always that weird neighbor in the section beside. He would be so immersed in that mobile call that hes doing it all with his left hand (& you wonder) but final, he needs to close the zip(!) And its something like “Main…ku..kuch nahi kar raha…ek second yaar(closes)…haan bol “

Or else it would be that guy who will be so much into the ‘section’ that …I wont say any further here….

And yeah, theres some other special features as well… I remember someone not being able to stand still while doing it, rather he was kind to oscillating to and fro, for a second it looked like he was fornicating the ‘section’ ..dont laugh it could be a disorder…

HA HA HA,,disorder my ass….hes a pimp…

Oh I am forgetting the singing types, ever noticed those whos humming there while doing it..well what else can one do there?

Anyways, time to bid adios, but always remember that there are several other peculiar things that make doing it more interesting – like targeting those white balls in the ‘section’ or doing it the sideways to avoid that sound,, don’t lie to me..we’ve all been there…

And what to say when you find your boss in the sideways section? Maybe this “Hey, how are you doing?”(not the joey way please)

PS : ‘section’ refers to that basin where you do it..I dnt know what do we call it.

Afterthought – Why do 80% of guys spit in the section before, after or while doing it? No no, it’s a fact

Synecdoche_New_York

Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true. There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make; you can destroy your life every time you choose. But maybe you won't know for twenty years. And you may never ever trace it to its source. And you only get one chance to play it out. Just try and figure out your own divorce. And they say there is no fate, but there is: it's what you create. And even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are only here for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Most of your time is spent being dead or not yet born. But while alive, you wait in vain, wasting years, for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right. And it never comes or it seems to but it doesn't really. And so you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope that something good will come along. Something to make you feel connected, something to make you feel whole, something to make you feel loved. And the truth is I feel so angry, and the truth is I feel so fucking sad, and the truth is I've felt so fucking hurt for so fucking long and for just as long I've been pretending I'm OK, just to get along, just for, I don't know why, maybe because no one wants to hear about my misery, because they have their own. Well, fuck everybody. Amen.