Real

Oh this life boasts of unreal prejudices

Eluding in time human essences

Tramping on sentimental provocations

Living on counts of barter relations

Gestures of woven unthinking stigma

Relying on dark shady alarms of trauma

Probing the soul for justified illusions

Answers to life still enigmatic transgressions.

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Con Call Threat

Sitting in the office and after a long talk with my friend and friend's wife and friend's cousin (2 yr old) i am feeling good now. I was little low on account of my non-performance on a whacky front in my KRA. This made me think, that i need to concentrate and manage it more efficiently to avoid situations like today's in future.

However, my chat with my friend and friend's wife and friend's cousin turned out to be a hilarious one. Though I am under threat from my friend (husband in context with friend's wife) which is surely gonna be a thunder down under. A con call has been scheduled tonight making it a dangerous situation.

Aasman se tapka Khajur me Atka...

Issues are many, say; Snoopy the famous pet and its alleged linkage to (cannot be mentioned here), my calls to my friend which raises an eyebrow every time its leaked (i guess my gurl is also having some doubts), no calls to my friend (husband in context with friend's wife) in an entire week etc etc etc....

Some advice to myself... keep your cool.... dont panic.... you have done nothing wrong....you just call your friend once in a day....what can u do if you are inclined towards girls....good that proves you are not gay.... you can handle your friend (husband in context with friend's wife) easily....Why are you writing about it...... PHATTU......what will my girl think........Oh my God! i will publish this thing......

God save the world...its good i m still in this world.

My Blog: My Gurl's reaction to my Blogs

My Void: Do you smoke? You lied to me isn't it... Tell me the truth...Who sang the song for.... when did u call her... how can u call a gurl other than me at midnight...why did she sing a song for you....Do u have 2 gfs... who is the other one...whats her name...u r lying isn't it. Why did you drink....that too 3 pegs in a car... why did u waste money...Why dint you call me if i dint call you...

THEY & me: Who was the girl u stared in the train.... was she pretty....... and how dare you stare her breasts... whose pic is it in the blog.... u are a dog...

08/29/09: How much due u have.... how many credit cards.... we need to plan it out... y don't u listen to me.... i m talking to you...

Hey SHE..... Above all this... and more than anything else...       

My Blog: My Void

84 mm Gold Flake Kings - the cigarette; as it is usually known was beginning its journey to glory and commemoration. Holding it in my hands at ten min past midnight and standing on the door of the Gujarat Queen Express train, I was treading into the void. The dark clouds made the night even more colorless. I was looking into the baleful night and recalling the many things that happened in the day while sending the fumes of nicotine-less smoke in to the air.

A very sweet friend of mine sang a song – Kehna hi Kya (Bombay) – for me a while ago and I was really touched by her voice, the sleep that was drowsing into me just ran out of the train door and committed suicide. She my friend is in love and I have noticed a distinct blaze in her… may be all people in love has it. One other college friend was really fuming on me when she learnt that I got two gfs. The way she scorned me made me jump off my seat three times. My good friend Siby was giving me a crash course on why to get married before it’s too late and that its not easy to get a girl when it comes to marriage. Hope he is right and wrong at the same time.

While having drinks with my office staff in the basement of the office parking lot in a car holding on to the plastic glasses and some nuts we had a hilarious time. The Blender’s Pride started kicking in after the usual third peg and I came out from the car with my sympotes (Greek for fellow-drinker) to burn some air, there he gave me his story a good touching one. I felt I knew him now and that he is qualified to be my sympotes. The story covered the entire run from my office to the station with wild abuses, strong feelings and emotional natural setups.

Finishing off for the day at half past nine we decided to have drinks and enjoy the hard day at work. Of the 300 bucks I had I gave away 200 for my share in the drinks and then a 100 for the soda and cigarettes. I can see myself wasting money and also realized that the day dint have any of the glamour it used to have so why not end it in style.

In the morning I boarded my train, as usual I wished She (my gf) good morning and she dint replied.

Standing at the door of the train at this time of the night I was treading into the void… 

My Blog: THEY & me

I liked her eyes today. So sweet to look at. Thought for a while what if she ll look at me just once with those beautiful eyes. Right now i feel we should meet, our eyes should at least. I was intending not to, but i could see my eyes rolling down to her lips as if i was trying to kiss them with my... suddenly i realized i m staring at her breasts and was stunned by its formation. WO!

The way THEY defied gravity and as if longing for my touch made me th most sinful beast alive. The train was kind enough to give its usual warble and send some vibes to THEM and THEY were waving out to me in bold lines 'check me out'. Wish i could just take off... The feeling; I meant.

Meanwhile when all this was churning in my mind her friend had an eye on me. Her eyes at 60 degree from mine was keeping a track of my illicit act. Th instant i hit the firewall i was conscious of my deeds. The beast in me retraced back  to the darkness from where it came from. Her friend (now my enemy) said something to her in an undertone that made her look grave. She was now holding the grim face and staring right through my eyes into my soul. 

And with a feeling of alleged culpable homicide, i held my face up to her and questioned her with my eyes... i dint knew what was i doing at that point of time, however i went with a line from George Jones' famous song "For if you loved a liar, darlin', you'd hug my neck". You must have noticed that in life all things good or bad happen just a little later... around the turn of the road; now she as the crow flies looked straight into the eyes of the guy siting beside me (that as****e) and with that moist lips smiled back at him (that son of a gun) and with a discreet hand shifted her scarf (dupatta in hindi)  to a penchant altitude.

The enemy now had a sneaky face still 60 degree from mine...

My Blog: Onam Celebrations

Onam is the biggest festival in the Indian state of Kerala. Onam Festival falls during the Malayali month of Chingam (Aug - Sep) and marks the homecoming of legendary King Mahabali. Carnival of Onam lasts for ten days and brings out the best of Kerala culture and tradition. Intricately decorated Pookalam, ambrosial Onasadya, breathtaking Snake Boat Race and exotic Kaikottikali dance are some of the most remarkable features of Onam - the harvest festival in Kerala.

Source: http://www.onamfestival.org/

Wish you a Happy Onam!!.... Cheers

My Blog 08/31/09 1:37 AM

Go watch "Love Khichdi". The movie will surely shake your vital organs!!

I feel i should start writing more, i also feel i should leave everything and go tramping, then i feel i should stick around for some more time, rather i feel i should find the true meaning of my life (bullshit).. whatever it is how do i make a choice or how will i actually make a right one. Will i know that i m on the right path... huhmm.

Who knows...

One my friend told me today "Its not necessary that if you have options to choose from; you will definitely tick the right one for you; you may feel that its the only sensible option now, however you ll not be sure of it until the end".

My Blog: 08/29/09

I msgd th codes to my phn bnkn no to chk my bnk bal, n as if it was waitin to show me tht i m a rcesn struck gringo; dropd in imdtly n hilitd th bal in green 'INR 167.37'. Thn as if th Gods wr conspirin agnst me, thr came a msg frm my ICICI CC tht my due is an astoundin amt of INR 88K. Bingo! sd my heart. I was lil tensd, is it (my heart) goin to stop beatin n stop functionin at th same tim ultimtly i stop livin. As these thots sparkd on th right side of my brain a new line of parallel thinkin was drawn by my heart. Who ll pay my CC dues my PL if i sudnly find myself in Heavn or hell. My insurance policies r lapsd n MFs r peanuts. My liability side of life was more than i cud count n my assets few pair of jeans n 2 watches. Th pool of thots raisd my bp to a high alert lvl...
As th time in my watch (th new timex) made me realize tht i hv bn thinkn a lot n tryin to introspect my life in just 2 Life Saver min i dcid keep th thots aside n concentrate on my task at hand

My Blog:08/27/09 20:45

We al wr gleefuly njoin th tim in th train. I had just discntd my cal wid She (gf) so tht i cud spnd tim wid my co-travlrs. Makin fun of evrythg avlbl on th planet v creatd a vry light humorous envio in our FC coupe. An old uncle (OC) sharin th coupe who followd Islam, evidnt frm his apearnce; was helpin himslf wid smal bits of our humor n smilin btwn his beard.
I aware of this was makn sure he is getn his share of smiles. Th treat had to end as my co-trvlrs had to de-board. I was lft alon wid OC. As th train lft th stn th uncle got up n closd th coupe dor. Th devil in me sprang out of my mouth fearin th worst, (he mst hv had heard of 377 relaxation) lvn my mouth wide open. OC opend his tatrd red bag...
... I was tryn nt to luk at him wid faild eforts. He took out a shimern red carpet n spread it on th flor. He ofrd his namaz n me wrote this write up.