shiny new things :)

the girl who shines... in the darkest shade of gray.... who's cool as a cucumber at noon in delhi-may! she rode into the horizon... on 'my little pony' when i told shiny 'i love you' she called me a phony! when she orders rum & coke... i drink up till v go broke! then she lights a cigarette... all my nerves finally at rest! v'll go to the mountains and find a short-cut to the sea... if i had only one wish.. i'd keep shiny for ME! :)

home... or home

and thus comes to a close... a family visit... funny how these things change... from being @ home always... to looking forward to a few hours of peace... when they'd leave you and go out of the house... to a few days... when they'd go visit...some relatives... and you'd get to be on yr own... do your own thing!

to this... when... once in a yr or 2... you move to a new city... and they come... visiting... to see how you live in your NEW adopted home... to see how u eat... well... life sure goes on... and then the trips back home.. which with time become more and more infrequent... as less & less of what used to yr ppl remain... when all that's left in a city.. is a bag-ful of memories... its not very hard to catch up even when yr sitting in yr balcony...

i suppose this is growing up... but did any of us.. really sign-up for this...

all these ppl... move to other cities find new ppl & make it home... i dun think tht'll ever happen with me though! i go to all these cities... i can live there a few yrs... enjoy.. appreciate.. their difference... and then... one fine day... i'll go back home :)

until then... world's our oyster! and we live alone & away from these ppl...

The Morning Song

Some girls are good

Some girls are great

Some girls are only worth an afternoon date

Sometimes its love

Sometimes its lust

Sometimes its just a bunch of unrequited feelings gathering dust

Some look for answers

Some look for meaning

Some just look at having you on all 4’s and screaming

A few why’s get answered with age

A few where’s with the choices we made

It’s the how’s that had us howling at nights J

life... universe and everything :)

so... today... while talking to her... we cracked the golden-code to life... that... our lives atleast... as regular kind of people... are fairly predictable... i mean... unless yr like him.... jo duniya ki MAA chod dega... mostly... most of us... do fairly alright... get married... live fairly happily and get on... its a little important.. for this discussion to NOT look at life.. from this week... this month or this yr perspective ofcourse... n then... we conclude... that... LIFE ... is fairly predictable... it may not... always be as punctual as we wish'd... or hope'd... it were... so maybe yr dream profession will be you... 10 yrs later? maybe u'll have 2 divorces b4 the happily ever after... or maybe... u'll jst finally be @ peace with self... after the 3rd divorce? and it may... lastly... get a lil forgetful... or foggy on the details... so maybe... you marry kalpesh over kapil... but essentially... it'll be some1.. who'll in some weird way.. love u.. n do sweet-nothings for you... n make u feel... SOME form of spl... if nothing else works... stokholm syndrome will surely kick-in!

but net-net... what we see is.. we're all on the right path to enlightenment!

OFCOURSE... let's hope ... all the shit... i've written above is NOT really true... in which case...

in the spirit of today's latest buy-out of marvel by disney... in my fantasy world....

i wanna be MER-BLADE tada-n-tada-n!! with fishes for friends... and fins for legs... n ray-bans n a gun... BOY i cudnt ask for more :)

schmidt!

there were days... and there were ways!

things were said... when stuff was meant...

when i wasn't sold... over the pavement... on a single cent!

the back of a rusty nickel.. the silhouette of a broken bulb

the trash at the base of bin... or the empty within...

were each worth a little more... way back in yore!

when i was worth a few inches more... at least in your eyes :)

now the slow dance and romance

is only a farcical disenchant..

to the story of my life

good times!

...meeting-hoppers...

ok... i know.. this is NOT what we set-out to right... but can i JUST SAY!

COMING BACK to LIFE is just the mostest bestest song... ever written... it has powers of rejuvenation... that surpass all music... i have ever cared to pay attention to... in the last number of years!

anywho... moving along with our chatter... this one is about the cult called meeting hoppers...

each company has them... they're a tight-pack! like all hopping varietY!

they are armed with the right dress-code always ofcoursE! the bb's with the brickbreakers and the ability to multi-task and yet grasp!

they know those right... 3 odd words to say... to always seem attentively included!

n i think.. like pub-hopping... they're an equally redundant... addictive... activity!

i'd love to say more... but i think when you look from the inside... you see precious lil!

doormatism

the beautiful outcome... of that over-glamorized... allegedly warm-fuzzy-gooey feeling... called being in LOVE!

haven't we all... been there and abouts?

it has come through... and come true... for just about every1 i know... they are all... stud-boys... capturing mountains and madame's along their way... and then they all stumble upon their kryptonite...

I'm not even sure... if they really feel so much... or it's just something on the check-list of growing up! it's important to have loved & lost before you turn 25... else dude... you haven't really lived!

i mean... how else... will you keep them guys entertained... when yr 30 & 35... and drinking out with old friends? i mean we all lead lives... filled with money & material... it's really only these sob-stories... that makes us real people... instead of caricatures of consumerism... or that's what i used to think... now i wonder... if this is another pinnacle... of the mt. consumerism... where they just glamorized this whole concept... to justify all those songs... movies... and cards?

not to mention... individuals suffering from doormatism... leave no stone unturned... in bending over backwards... to get screwed... the most expensive of toys... are spent on the least caring of takers :)

the real beauty of doormatism ofcourse lies in the fine balance that... even if you have been door-mated by your trillian... you will still treat another like a door-mat when they shower such unreasonable affection your way! in some ways it serves every-one righT! to love ppl unconditionally... i mean is there a stupider concept than that? imaginable?

i mean sure... love yr kids unconditionally... cos yr actually responsible for bringing them into this mess anyway... i don't think you need much more reason to put up with them... forever and ever...

course... if you believe the queen of consumerism... like all other FMCG products... she put an expiry date on blaming yr parents as-well... should we... walk-over to the mall and buy new parents or a new bunch of excuses? what might help you accumulate enough wealth... that another harry potter needn't be written? hopefully?

since... there really is no nice way... to stop ranting on sucha night! let's just go with what we taught naku(u)l - [dear i defy numerology!] back in BMS

in conclusion... we would like to END

simply smily

did she forget to mention?

how long... is too long to wait?

did she forget... i was standing on the edge of her room

listening in... on the static of her life... as it passed me by...

was there... a graceful exit... with mutual respect... a turn i forgot to take...

when on a rainy... sunday afternoon... a call went un-answered... deliberately?

in the ackward pauses of... hoping... and everything...

in the hopeful bashes.. of my lost feelings...

i'll reconcile my differences

you please keep smiling :)

Someplacelse

Golden dots of delight!
that puncture the cloudy sky...

traffic lights that trail @ snail pace
as my eyes trace their path towards the horizon

the smile that breaks... despite itself!

the idiotic emotion... called HOME

i exist in every city i move to

but i continue to LIVE only through you... MUMBAI

my introduction to cool

there is... so little that is to say.. but so much.. to just... feel.. remember and reminisce over...

going back to the days of school.. when we were.. in the least... MUCH less than cool...

he introduced us... to this one.. "english" tape... Dangerous!

suddenly... a new language was introduced... a new kind of music...

micheal jackson... and all those new possibilities!

it's almost like your first crush... and with my kind of issues @ letting go... how wud 1 ever get over this 1....

then... a few yrs back... n our beloved on toes... re-kindled an old flame... what with... 1 in the mornings... semi-drunk 20 somethings @ semi-past midnight.. watchin thriller videos on 4 LCD's... livin up the GOOD TIMES as they say!

n then... his phone.. caller tune... was oh MJ! so MJ!

the man who was in his glory days... when we were born... the king of pop when we were young...

is dead now... while we push towards anonimity... sure these kids can't figure out WHAT all the fuss is about! MJ is dead.. .SO?

rich man's car crash

so... nothing says... car crashes are good... or people like totalling their cars... not that this may not be true.. but we can fairly assume that's not the case with most of the lot... atleast not the one's i'm writing about here!

so... we have all i suppose... been through one major car-crash... and it has to be good... fire-works... something which causes the insurance firm to sit-up.. take notice :)

it's not so much about who's fault it is... i think? i mean obviously we're never... 100% in the right... and in most cases... we're not even 100% in the wrong.. put in a scoopfull of negligence... another scoop of the mood or the moment... add a dollop of this being at an un-earthly hour... and a dash of the thrill... of this being sucha "cool" THRILL!

again... we won't go crash our cars just to have the story i would think...

BUT! once it has happened... we like to milk it.. for all its worth... what with some realizations that you probably anyway wanted to get out? the facebook photo op? the bar-room stories of flashing and blinding lights!

ofcourse.. like all things unfortunate in life.. it is only permissible in moderation... you can cause monetary loss... and talk of it with a twinkle in your eye for the next fortnight... but... you lose a limb... yr kinda fucked... you run over innocent road sleepers.. BOY YR FUCKED!

i am ofcourse... very much part of this brigade... so i wouldn't call this "me ranting against things going wrong" lets' just try to call it.. "a study of social behavioral trends today?"

so... here's waiting for ... another set of rubber steel & glass pile :)

A Midsummer night's freak!

You fuck me to bits..
You suck on my tits.

When it's dimly lit..
I'm probably massaging yr clit!

When the frills don't do it..
We even fuck for thrills..

It's cheap when we're fighting over it..
I'm a creep when I'm forcing you into it!

Sometimes you get on top
Then you shudder to a stop!

You hold the wooden plank
As the bed goes clank-clank-clank

Then the show ends abruptly sometimes
The audience just claps and leaves?

today... i feel.. like chris isaac... singing....

when i was younger....

i used to think...

i could win?

now i WONDER!

how i WONDER!

hmmm... anyway... i have given up and given in... ppl keep stalling my life away...

i have absolutely no clue where i am going or what i'm doing here...

let's hope thru some magical serum i'm in banglore next week to find out more... about all this! 

glamour gutted!

so... here we were! young.. impressionable.. and on-to-something! 

what with their big-plans of europe here we come... and hk is where we wanna work... 

the lives full of plans.. of script-writers... i don't even know what not! but i am pretty sure.. between them.. .their dreams... (both awake and those sleepy-ones) they covered just about everything... that they would have done!

mind you... these weren't 5 yr olds... wanting to be... engineers, doctors.. or pilots... but 20 somethings... wanting everything... if you will believe airtel.. sufficiently... these guys.. were "www.impatientones.com" 

and then... i think what fucked things up was... we got on the wrong-side of 25... somehow... i think after 25... it's pretty much just down-hill... you go from dreams to just dreary-realities..

the fuck-up is... some of them aren't even 25.. just decided to age prematurely!

how else... do you explain... her marrying... him from office... she the elusive flower they said... and her... marrying him from school.. HIM? like seriously?!!

not to mention... him thinking of ... is she worth considerins :$

or him wandering into territory that was so clearly not-worth-mentioning.. just half-a-decade back!

we all gained a few pounds.. a few yrs... a LOT of cynicism... and suddenly... we're deeper entrenched into the system... the rat-race... the reality.. than we'd care to admit.. .even!

that navtej sarna line... comes to mind... and sadly seems to apply to self *we weren't lovers like that* and now... with a lil change.. we are those ppl... and yet.. we really.. weren't.. lovers like that :)

ah... in the ipl innings break... she's got the look  plays... reminder of those good ol' days maybe?

she says.. .we don't talk... you and i.. yr not much of a talker... am i not? i stopped sharing? caring? too much? or just turned too cynical somewhere along the way :S

well... this looks like something out of Sunday Evening Philosophers... but its clearly not something they'll use...

ON THE SIDE:

Katrina Kaif talking about cricket... brightened me up... blondie... who is clueless.. with a mike thrusted in her face... and she's supposed to comment on how she feels about the century (century #*%^&$ WHAT!!!) her teamie just scored...

bit of maddness to the method!

so... we often talk about how... there is.. a certain method to ppl's madness... how ... their... non-coherent... odd actions.. actually come naturally to them and they can make sense of all their things and in some odd way... have a clear idea or some kind of a clue.. on where they're headed!

there are.. ofcourse. the sorted variety... the seem non-sorted but Method to Madness (MtM) variety..  then there are the kinds who find themselves into trouble.. from time to time..

and THEN! there's me... who can take a normal... every-day situation... and find a way... on how to make it this convoluted... out of control almost kind of BIG PHAT mess!

doing the things.. most ppl do.. most of the times... i find ways... to complicate and make things messy! 

right from trying to catch everyday flights.. on 1 of those tours... to even resigning and switching jobs...

but then.. like she did .. point out..  we didn't expect any different from you... or any less... now... did we?

 :)

might finally leave kolkata... wonder if that's a happy thgt or a sad-one... these things are such hard to tell.. these days... good and bad have sorta kinda mixed themselves up lately...

maybe this is what happens.. when the good ones let you down.. or maybe this is the cynicism of a man on the wrong side of 25 ;)

making things real....

http://tinyurl.com/djhjmj

so... he sent me this link... this morning... 

my first reaction.. i was fascinated... almost thrilled... that ANY1 cud fly... i mean since 3 months i've been talking about going and sky-diving... and here.. this guy could get into a DOG-FIGHT instead? 

who's cooler now? yada.. yada.. you get on with life.. stop feeling jealous.. abt how the promised land.. is still marketing itself so much better.. and reaping the benefits.. another gentle reminder of how much the packaging really is... worth!

anyway... then i got thinking.. what is the real beauty of doing this.. anyway.. once i do.. move beyond the obvious joy of being a pilot without being one... 

so... step 1... the army generates revenues... whatever they may be... say.. this costs 1400$.. that's not exactly short-change.. even if it'll only be a .??% of the flight cost... but even if it pays for one wash... that's a little less.. the tax payers pay?

step 2... the people feel closer to the army..  army seems more of a reality.. where actual ppl go.. and face honest hardships.. and it isn't just a set of scams.. .from bofors to coffins! suddenly.. you feel good or bad for these ppl cos u related a tad more?

step 3... the general interest and excitement it develops in these fence-sitting individuals... about joining the army... and serving their nation!

now if only... our country thgt of such things... or promoted them in the right light?

wouldn't we be... proud indians fighting fake-battles for our country!

you know what baga said?

A beach bathed in moon light..
As we sit around the bonfire of memories
Each passing memory burns as the log fueling this fire..

There's cheers and muted conversations in the background
The world as usual passing us by..
The waves rumbling on the beach front
A gentle reminder we're still alive

They're all missing her..
Her.. The elusive perfection
That feeds on her own absence

But in the siluhettes that dance
The mood around all romance
Her lips waiting that perfect chance!

This is... A moment of a perfection
A guitar chord struck right!
The note & pitch of his voice.. Just right
All that's missing is the moonlight twinkling in her eye

things that make me go .... HMMMM

it's a borrowed title from her... but its so beauitful.... so complete....

let's us... now... make a list!

- when sachin tendulkar comes out to bat.. and inches towards his century!

- it's 2 am... and i'm on the wheel... somewhere btwn bandra and mahim...

- whence... @ someplacelse.... they start playing something by floyd

- when... she smiles! (you sucker.... you... you prick!)

- when ther's gobi ka paratha... and lasoon ki chutney for lunch!

- when it starts raining... and my life's sins... feel washed up...

- when they look @ me disapprovingly.. for i pulled another "vbv"

:)

SEP redux...

so so so... sunday evenin philosophers are back!

the new charachter this time is ... gold-mine!

the man with all the wonderful ideas in this world....

the problem with gold-mine is... he's too positive and ambitious to actually be a part of SEP and can easily be confused for your regular hi-flier!

but deep down... he feels lost n disillusioned abt what he does.. and why.... thus.. he's a SEP with a exo-skeleton of a PHP (potential high performer)

here goes gold mine's theme song...

 

 

Gold Mine… Gold Mine!

The champion against corporate crime

 

Gold Mine… Gold Mine!

Burning the midnight oil

 

There’s no bottle neck imaginable

With his idea generating gold-mind

 

He's about rushing against deadlines!
He'll even fight intellectual crime…

An extra hour in office. . .

Another working weekend!
Let's just surround ourselves with piles of files
It's a fight till the very end

With a burning sense of humor

Eclipsing his sense of style...
He's a silent killer

With a violent smile

Top line bottom line stock out or dad
Gold mine is so effective! He drove them all mad!

March to April as the calendar rolls...
He's lost count... Too busy exceeding his goals!

 

Gold Mine… Gold Mine!

The champion against corporate crime

 

Gold Mine… Gold Mine!

Burning the midnight oil

 

Condemned Dreams

Wind hits my face…
Swifting past in a metro…
It's no longer a cold wave…
There's too much burning inside!

She strapped on her heels
Biker babes don't have it easy...
The road has always been home to
Guns... Germs and Steel!

We used to speak in silhouettes
when whispers seemed too loud
we said forever would mean too less
we couldn't part that young ;)

Cream crayons and dirty dreams
my tattoo was your wedding ring
of folded sleeves and open collars
there was no envy in her dollar dreams

now its empty cobbled streets
the same old songs on repeat
Reminiscing and living in pictures
of high heels, off orange peels