Teens to Toons

If ever Govt of Maharashtra imposes a congestion tax, i am going to supremem court to ask them to pay the local travellers, a rebate in income tax, for bearing the ignominy of travelling in that tin. The top ten things I like about Bombay Locals - - Free Body Massage - Free Foot Massage - Crushed Shirts (In sync with fashion) - One is forced keep themselves clean and smelling nice (One has to smell the odor of their Deodorants, while smelling their armpits, just to avoid other nice smelling people) - Free Face Scrubbing from people's butt (in case you are lucky to be sitting) - One has to keep fit while trying to get in and out (both are different techniques and take time to master) - One learns never to board Virar local - If one is gay, he is pretty comfy. One does not have to pretend no tto be touching, everything you have is touching spmething that someone has. - There is complete lack of sexual moves (No women, so it keeps men to themselves and harmless) - You get to know how ...

Yet another year is over, and so much has happened since then. It is strange when you look back, you seem to see so many things that would never make sense to you, so many things you disagree with, so many things that change the person that you are. Anyway, talking straight has never been my forte, and here I am on the last day of the year, still confused and trying to figure out a way in life, still wondering what to do in this long journey. For some inexplicable reason, blogging has suffered. It reminds me of how little I write these days. Yes, I would attribute it to a rather busy schedule. Somewhere down the line, lethargy crept in, the brain refused to think, the fingers refused to type, and here I lie in my room looking up at the ceiling and trying to collect the bunch of thoughts. Well, what more, here I was thinking of what else to write when these bunch of thoughts popped up randomly. Call it one of those monologues I often have with me. So how old will you be this year? Too o...

I lost today for another battle galores For a moment I had forgotten sum of all my fears I lost today to a ghost, long gone I heard while it spoke but it was all too foreign I lost today On the slopes of slippery hills those intermittent salty rivers brought me down all sad But, I lost today I know

The only way to get some wisdom is to be taken apart, strangled and when you have submitted, long afterwards, would you be able to piece it together.. and then you would be proud of it… or unproud of it… but the act of surrender to the act, complete obeisance to the horror happening… and then accepting it… gives you wisdom… It is in fact a hard earned thing… a thing that is sometimes worth dying for… loving for.. leaving for… but ultimately things have a way of coming round.. in their own way.. unsettling the apple cart that has been so steadily delivering for you all these years and then it overturns and there you die by your cleverness… sometimes it takes you too far and then its too late to return… And then there is madness… it takes you where it pleases and it is a short route and you know it.. but submitting to madness is infact a wonderful… it takes away the pain.. till you die or repent.. which is the same thing… in almost all ways… Does it work for you when you are supposed to...

Of all things, bright and sad, profound and shallow, clear and muddled, it is our negative experiences that drive our lives, our decision making. We try harder, to avoid such confrontations, such affairs. On a bright, sad afternoon, lying in an airy unoccupied room, I lay on clean white sheets, sighing from pain and fever, full of delusions, dreams gone wrong, friends lost and forgotten. I wanted to write. After a long time, I write. I want to write of profound beautiful things, but they escape me. So I woke up and sat myself straight. In my mind was a friend, an unspeakably good soul, as troubled as was beautiful. I saw her standing next to any of the decrepit, rundown lanes of Bombay, speaking to a man, I had never seen before. I could tell from their faces and the way they shuffled their feet, that their lives were full of woe. And I am not guessing, I know. Life is an endless string of miseries, if one came to an end of one, there would be another waiting around the corner, and of ...

We are being funny in life.. From Derivatives desk to last night good bye... Inside of me... yes... Its a nightmare... a live tucked away in the world... It won't be sarcasm... it will be irony... Inside of me, sensually dying away... are a few wisps of those dreamy clouds... which still remind me of those silver linings... which I gave up for those dreams which vaporized... kuchh keh paane ki zaroorat to nahin hai... bas kuchh labzon se izhaar kar rahein hai... ki tumse pyaar hai mujhe.. aur kuchh nahin bas pyaar

I feel the need to see this movie again when i know for sure that I am going to lead an absolutely normal life and that I have to reconcile to this fact for the worse or for better... My need for this requires a lot of time... So neither am I sick... nor am I tired... I am just discouraged... i am just losing my dreams... probably all I need is a sign from up there in the heavens... Sometimes it pays to be dead normal and sometime sit pays to be totally dumb about the super natural... There are millions of people who have lost faith and are worse off than me .. but i feel incredibly stupid and it makes me see feel totally rotten... Can someone get me to see the right things in life and give me some more morale.. i am not asking you to shorten or lessen my work.. I am asking for some faith and some liveliness and some taste and some morlae boosting... thats all.. be nice and gentle..

I am dying and I am accepting it... Help me God... Help me lead myself out of this darkness.. if you have given me the ideas, give me strength to complete one... Just help me do it... conspire in my favor... please please please

Each of us inevitable; Each of us limitless - each of us with his or her right upon the earth; Each of us allowed the eternal purports of the earth; Each of us here as divinely as any is here. Each of us defined by the others, chained to the expectations – forever; Each of us encumbered; Each of us blue in a green world, waiting for the time to set us free, lacking the courage to do it ourselves. And so I ask, where is the divinity? Erring and then suffering in silence do not a saint make...

But what about the child inside me? What about the part of me that needs reassurance now and then? What about the little pang of jealousy I can feel sometimes? What about the need for a warm hug and a kiss from my loved ones once in a while? What about the anxiety that strikes when something important is on the line? What about the little bit of stagefright that I feel when I have an important presentation to make? What about how I act when I'm with "you"? Someone I am comfortable being with no matter how I feel everyday. What about bouts of paranoia that grips me everyday that my life is going no where? What about people making progress and me dying in hell, for i am a nincompoop. What about people less brilliant, less dedicated making better than me ... simply because I am one dimensional... What about loss of sense of self worth... dignity and urge to create value?

I instil paranoia in people... one way or the another... I want it not to happen... So be there when I need you... meanwhile mumbai rains and sucks my life

Imagine a small old wood panelled shop with dark hues... smelling of coffee and tobacco.. A place where one could go and select from hundreds of tobaccoes... gte hand made cigarettes on order.. something like "Baskins Robbins" of ice cream world... India ought to be moving up the value chain in this business... My contribution to understanding indian consumer

Melanie: I only wanted to warn you that Sammy can get into trouble faster than you can make most women smile. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jack Taylor: Maggie, when you grow up and are incredibly beautiful and intelligent and possess a certain sweetness that's... that's like a distant promise to the brave, to the worthy, could you please not beat to a pulp every miserable bastard that comes your way simply because you can? Could you not do that? Maggie Taylor: Okay Daddy. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jack: What would you do if I kissed you right now? Melanie: You wouldn't kiss me. Jack: But what would you do if i did? Melanie: Do you wanna kiss me right now? Jack: I wouldn't've mentioned it if didn't. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Phone rings] Jack: What? Melanie: I forgot to tell you that Sammy is allergic t...

I was not so much in a mood to talk than I was to hold and lie still...mebbe listening to deep breathing and other nocturnal sounds... it has infact dawned upon me recently that life has a certain pace and it is upto us how we utilize that, whether we can run faster or wait for it to suit us... The state of denial. Denial is an involuntary rection to shock. This is a good time to stop and figure things out -- to get emotionally and intellectually ready to continue the journey. Unfortunately, most people never leave denial. If you seem to be doing well with the way things are, what's the problem? Living in denial robs us of peace of mind. Our conscience knows the nagging truth, and the anger keeps leaking in. When we stop denying reality, we are forced into the next phase -- anger. It looks ugly and unprofitable. The state of hope with anger. Hope with anger is a powerful, driving force which can keep us working hard for years. Unfortunately, it is also hard on our personalities....

# I had the best self made salad on Saturday night. It was composed of green and yellow beans, cucumber, tomato, a bit of olive oil, onion and vinaigrette. I was not ready to be so thrilled with this salad. Tonight, I will replicate it. # Someone's 2nd anniversary living with us was this weekend. To celebrate we had some chips and beer. # A friend has a foot injury... a hurried trip to hospital at night ... Poor pup. # I have been wondering about getting into shape... an hours brisk walk in the morning... on the chowpatty and mebbe i will get home alive # The French Open has begun! # Vanity and recluse... meeting old flames... life's new passion.. temporary life... and wills # Taking my laundry to the center a couple blocks away makes me really unhappy... My room mate washes better.

Over the past few days... a number of movies, a number of parties, old friends... seasick memories... happy sea memories... a sense of being free, a sense of being jailed... I wish for life to resolve the temptations... and resolve the issues.. or atleast give me the resolve to wake up ad solve them... myself... I love myself... I proclaim... Forex trading here I come

I wonder... if my mediocrity defines me... if i need labels... if what i earn defines me... if i take a chance and fail, i had be a loser... if i don't like something, i usually have this guilt... if i can't be someone, why should i be held guilty of not trying... if i give hopes, i have to keep them... if I lie, I would be condemned... if what people think, makes me me... if i don't feelt he drive, i should pull myself up... if i am afraid, i had be too proud to say it... if i feel like saying out loud that i am tired, i had be a ninny... if i don't make it big in life and die like the other millions, it had be a life well spent and not saved... if my work is not seen, i should make it heard... if i don't feel like it, i should let people know... if i dread seeing someone and disappointing them, i should just hope for the best... if lost hopes should be cried for... if... I am just panicking now... everything else is fine...

I think I need to keep working harder... so that it gets me someplace where i had intended to be. So i have to work harder and smarter Work work work

I lost a friend... to death.. I remember him and I will for a long time to come... but I wonder... who will after i have and all other who knew him will be gone... why does that happen.. he did not even get his chance.. So I better take it when i have the time to... Isn't that an intelligent decsion... remember "Finding Forrester"... Run

Marriages, Engagements, Babies... No particular order but they seem to be cluttering my schedules here. I see brothers and sisters, even some nieces and nephews, some uncles and aunts involved in these activities. Everyone has a tale to tell. They ask me and I have none, just blanks and painful silences dot our conversation. I was not so long back. Maybe the biggest chatterbox when I could afford it. Now there is this distance. I pray for a cousin of mine to get well. She had an accident and fighting for her life and when I saw her, I just could not recognize her, all bandaged and bruised, half paralysed for life. I pray and I wonder what should I pray for, her life or her ..... I leave it to you God, to do the best, you can...