Sunday, November 13, 2011
Hate and love.Life and beyond. Why can't truth be the currency, why we supplement our words and feelings to give the truth the miss? Is it to keep people around you happy? Is societal pressures of so much importance?
I think it is love for our close-ones as seen by society, that affects its tryst with the real world around you. Yes you shan't not care. However, if you cannot deal with life in its currency and face up to its challenges, then there may still be no meaning to life other than the way you see people around you perceive it.
Stay real, stay true and love people, life and the opportunities you have/been offered. Too littered to make clear sense but the deeper the sea the uglier the current; and calmer the sky the more disturbing the horizon. Never feel let down, never give up and you shall be an explanation/evidence/truth and manifestation of Gita/any holy book revered by humans as the ultimate guide to righteousness, moral uprightness and humanity and you could still be ignorant of religion.
I think it is love for our close-ones as seen by society, that affects its tryst with the real world around you. Yes you shan't not care. However, if you cannot deal with life in its currency and face up to its challenges, then there may still be no meaning to life other than the way you see people around you perceive it.
Stay real, stay true and love people, life and the opportunities you have/been offered. Too littered to make clear sense but the deeper the sea the uglier the current; and calmer the sky the more disturbing the horizon. Never feel let down, never give up and you shall be an explanation/evidence/truth and manifestation of Gita/any holy book revered by humans as the ultimate guide to righteousness, moral uprightness and humanity and you could still be ignorant of religion.
Friday, June 17, 2011
What do you do when you leave a lawless land! You wonder about the freedom you are not going to get somewhere else. I am so used to buying my food at 60 bucks a meal that I wont be able to digest the food in Bombay after I leave Gurgaon. I have used an auto rickshaw only about ten times in the last 4 years in Gurgaon, how am I going to manage to hire the autos so common in Mumbai.
I never liked my paneer or my acidity trouble by keeping up all night, eating no proper food and it seems so endearing now(today).
I liked the default parathas for breakfast, lunch and my dinner and now I will have to eat something I have to choose from in a huge menu with a list of dishes. The lonely drives on my Bajaj XCD on roads that seemed new always will slowly turn into a routine as stirring as honeybees flocking the bee hive and me being caught up in between. I will miss the random 90's hindi remix playlists and the sudden fits of dancing and merry making any day or any time that has happened.
I liked people poking fun of Rajni and I evened joined them in there acts because I had friends who liked joking bout the 'SuperStar' himself. And now will I turn into an ardent fan of his yet again?
I liked having the interesting but nevertheless useless discussions even when it was already 2 in the night and even when my deliverable was scheduled to be sent out. Will I get a chance to re live that pressure and fun time again, I guess now time only can tell.
Will I get my eventful lunch breaks back, will I listen to tip tip barsa paani rndomly at 3 in the night, will I have breakfast at Mc D's at 4 in the morning, would I randomly end up in a place like I landed in Jaipur one fine morning or will I get to play a free tabla in office...only time can tell is it? so supremely annoying. Whoever tried reading this...please don't tell me you did not understand anything or it was utter non-sense and the post absolutely made no sense.
I still think its not the end and I shall not change myself beyond those momentary lines that I started this paragraph with.
Gurgaon: You shall be missed and I wont even talk about missing friends.
I never liked my paneer or my acidity trouble by keeping up all night, eating no proper food and it seems so endearing now(today).
I liked the default parathas for breakfast, lunch and my dinner and now I will have to eat something I have to choose from in a huge menu with a list of dishes. The lonely drives on my Bajaj XCD on roads that seemed new always will slowly turn into a routine as stirring as honeybees flocking the bee hive and me being caught up in between. I will miss the random 90's hindi remix playlists and the sudden fits of dancing and merry making any day or any time that has happened.
I liked people poking fun of Rajni and I evened joined them in there acts because I had friends who liked joking bout the 'SuperStar' himself. And now will I turn into an ardent fan of his yet again?
I liked having the interesting but nevertheless useless discussions even when it was already 2 in the night and even when my deliverable was scheduled to be sent out. Will I get a chance to re live that pressure and fun time again, I guess now time only can tell.
Will I get my eventful lunch breaks back, will I listen to tip tip barsa paani rndomly at 3 in the night, will I have breakfast at Mc D's at 4 in the morning, would I randomly end up in a place like I landed in Jaipur one fine morning or will I get to play a free tabla in office...only time can tell is it? so supremely annoying. Whoever tried reading this...please don't tell me you did not understand anything or it was utter non-sense and the post absolutely made no sense.
I still think its not the end and I shall not change myself beyond those momentary lines that I started this paragraph with.
Gurgaon: You shall be missed and I wont even talk about missing friends.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
As I left office on Friday randomness of a weekend was lurking with the same sinister effect as always. One important necessity of spending a weekend in a place like Gurgaon is definitely having no plans. All this came flashing past my spent letchy Friday eyeballs as I prepared to leave office. The first random idea spurted out of the year-long 'The Machinist' complex giving Nachiboy Assistant Manager Ranavde, he was begging for a trip to KFC. He was under the feeling that his good old days of 8 pack ribs were getting more prominent. On this idea, we had to gather a team of hungry Friday office-goers who would settle for chicken legs after accepting the fact that no remotely human female leg was ever going to be on their plates, or so...but wait isn't the story shaping up different. Yes! yes!
So as we gathered the ambushing party for the KFC drill. We picked up the most trustworthy chicken guzzler we know, 'Aditya Chakravarti' aka Bong aka Baldy, who sometimes gave you the feeling that if Bengalis ever were ubiquitous on Planet earth then fishes, chicken, mutton and rice would have been extinct (sorry for the wrong word) long long ago.But the man had his agenda set; he announced that he needs a run on the treadmill to keep his supposedly healthy heart healthier, even as he swam in a tub of food all night and 30 more minutes passed by. Me and Ankur waited discussing the last few uninteresting Friday chores, by the time Baldy returned we had a Chicken hunger bout and a reminder from Nachiboy reaching KFC. We left on my bike as Baldy did the slow motor-neuron jingle after coming back from the gym where an already un-prodigious, lowly computer skilled Baldy struggled to hit on the sign-out tab before leaving. Baldy, left in sometime in his un-air conditioned, un-radio fitted Maruti Legendary 800.We reached KFC waited for Nachi for a few minutes and headed inside and place our order of a large chicken bucket, 2+1 free donated Pepsi by the super-busy KFC attendant.
We chewed the food giving the road side hunger struck people a square complex easily.
So as we gathered the ambushing party for the KFC drill. We picked up the most trustworthy chicken guzzler we know, 'Aditya Chakravarti' aka Bong aka Baldy, who sometimes gave you the feeling that if Bengalis ever were ubiquitous on Planet earth then fishes, chicken, mutton and rice would have been extinct (sorry for the wrong word) long long ago.But the man had his agenda set; he announced that he needs a run on the treadmill to keep his supposedly healthy heart healthier, even as he swam in a tub of food all night and 30 more minutes passed by. Me and Ankur waited discussing the last few uninteresting Friday chores, by the time Baldy returned we had a Chicken hunger bout and a reminder from Nachiboy reaching KFC. We left on my bike as Baldy did the slow motor-neuron jingle after coming back from the gym where an already un-prodigious, lowly computer skilled Baldy struggled to hit on the sign-out tab before leaving. Baldy, left in sometime in his un-air conditioned, un-radio fitted Maruti Legendary 800.We reached KFC waited for Nachi for a few minutes and headed inside and place our order of a large chicken bucket, 2+1 free donated Pepsi by the super-busy KFC attendant.
We chewed the food giving the road side hunger struck people a square complex easily.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
The pleasure of being not so facebooked is something not many souls can understand to be happy about. Oh facebook this, oh facebook that. I deem it as a demon not worthy a lore. Straddled and uninvited as what most sane souls call it, but yet invite to part with the most sacred truth of your existence.
No more ye old orkut thou shall remember thy hath no fury against the strong, if not only would the strong perceive there is no truth to this song.
No one needs no visiting cards, nor do crows.
I wish I had my sanity for its never really yours.
In the plains in all the panes I try to drink the light,
but, no truth shall abide the true self that one really chides
For all the human vain, lets not lose out on a world to gain!
No more ye old orkut thou shall remember thy hath no fury against the strong, if not only would the strong perceive there is no truth to this song.
No one needs no visiting cards, nor do crows.
I wish I had my sanity for its never really yours.
In the plains in all the panes I try to drink the light,
but, no truth shall abide the true self that one really chides
For all the human vain, lets not lose out on a world to gain!
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Not everyday would you find yourself, losing interest in what you like doing most. Unfortunately, in my case I just did that, yet again yesterday. It all started from the simple WWF (currently WWE), I had liked it so much but then I did not know when or how it simply was something I wasn't watching any more.Surely, then was the era of cable boom my other real passion were also linked without doubt to the idiot box..there where these cartoons like Ritchie Rich, Swat Kats, Captain Planets and the simply unforgettable power extreme centurions (this is special because these guys took out the fear of heights in me when every time they would go 'Power Extreme' from considerable heights each time and ta..daaaa they would be this hybrid machine-superhuman heroes...prehaps also the reason why I have had three fractures of my hands always falling from varying heights, once tripping on the high jump line which was only being put in place as I attempted to jump over, the time before that from a plot boundary wall playing Chor-Police and the the final time from a second floor window VIA the parapet of the first floor window and finally crashing down on the ground below).
Growing up, I would be fascinated by action movies and cricket and lo behold the sporty young chap in me from the fat sloth that I am currently sprang up and I joined Karate classes and the summer cricket coaching camps. The Karate classes would go on everyday in the morning at 6 and go on about an hour I would come back go to school and then be back at the pitch right outside my house which was set in a fashionable boulevard where each house was alternately one behind the other one a little ahead and play cricket for 3-4 hours each day. I peaked in both of these as I went on to get a brown belt in Karate and captained the summer cricket coaching camp team at the tender :P age of my Class 7-9. Then came the monstrous Tenth standard board exams, my parents asked if I wanted to abandon the Karate class and I was just so happy that I would not have to awaken as early as five-ish in the morning and I promptly agreed. But then I couldn't sleep beyond 5 by then because of my early bird routine and I would get-up and be bored and finally ended up spending lots of time infront of the computer after my early morning bath and act as if I was studying behind closed doors (in reality was doing as would have been expected of any boy at that age-surf the uncharted territories of the then young internet). People were happy I was studying so hard that I also came back from school and repeated the same routine, as every other friend of mine was studying in the true sense as well our cricket sessions also seemed to fade away and finally stopped happening. I was into playing games and exploring deeper on the internet realm and it would not be wrong to say that although I had a book in one hand, where the other one was I would leave to people to guess ;)
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