lehrein ayi, lehro mein beh gayi...

A song, a feeling, a scenery, a painting, few lights, a misunderstood joke, a lizard perhaps (i miss my marley) urges you to write a line or two may be. Suddenly while doing a very clerical and tedious job i stumble into a song which makes me want to write. An urge i had lost in the hum drum of this ordinary chaos. So 2014 is at an end, and one more circle completes of the many rings that forges into a man's life. It would be interesting if a man wore a chain forged by no. of years lived (i am sure the ladies would not approve of it!)
To review this year, is something that frightens me. A year of drama, of tears and happiness of shocks and despairs, of guilty pleasures and partying :D a mini TV serial, (a hindi soap drama for sure) A year of lost and found. I always get melancholy as the last week of the year approaches. Apprehensions of the coming year eats up the joy of a year successfully surviving with head over my shoulders. or may be it's just the blues. And sometimes life creeps you out when you have your friends boyfriend's misc tape and see his name and picture in album art (AWKWARD!) instead of Nickleback's.
I think my refill of writing has exhausted. I need to get a new refill from the inspiration shop hopefully he has one to fit my miracle writing pen. :/
CIAO!

makhi meri jaan!

Disclainer: the following is a bucket load of rambling. proceed if interested. reader must read only if he/she have no self preservation of your sanity. read on crazy minds! 

To my regular readers (if there are any) you must be waiting for my customary post about the pre-rain , during rain and post- rains posts. Well, as the arrival of rains this time was late i was “khafa” (upset, zindagi serial effects) with the rain gods and posted it well into the monsoon. Apart from having self doubts about my writing abilities , all thanks to GRE super human vocabs. I mean c'mon who uses words that take half a day to pronounce and longer time to spell and said once in every solstice . Keeping my whinnying aside i lunge into the topic of monsoon.

This time i am not going to romanticize monsoon. I am going to talk about a nuisance that gets introduced like the help at your place who turns up when you are going to have a party at your place when your parents are away (not from experience ;) ) :drum rolls please: MOSQUITOES!! Yes. Those tiny buzzing irritating to death mosquitoes. Monsoon famously brings machar and makhis. The former being also the buzzing irritating to death traits but their job profile includes sucking blood and transferring dangerous diseases like malaria, dengue. While the more squashy and blotted looking counterpart the “makhis” love to spread the ill health of diarrhoea and other stomach cleansing diseases.

I am going to restrict my say to “makhis” only, in other words flies. Makhis sound way cooler and i am an ultra cool person, makhi it is. Apart from spreading disease it loves to entertain itself by buzzing around you for no apparent purpose.  You could spend a whole day running around the house with a newspaper roll trying to swat into cutlet or with chopsticks (over-inspired ninja movies), unless its a lazy fat makhi or may be oldage it refuses to die.   

If “makhis” would have brains they would strive for world domination! With their numbers and killer instincts of that of spreading disease and annoying effect. People would either poop to death or suicide out of the the annoyance of makhis. If there was a similar experiment as that shown in the movie “deep blue sea” or something like that ,where they inject the sharks with brain matter and make them super intelligent (why on earth you want super intelligent sharks?!weren't they dangerous enough!). If such a thing was done i am sure the world would get a “makhi hitler” who wouldn’t fail in world domination this time.

As gre has taught me to support your statement with a good example. The movie called makhi which was a remake of a south movie (surprise surprise) where the hero turns into a fly and seeks revenge. Is a pure example of what they are actually capable of. And their nuisance value is very well illustrated in the episode “the fly” in”breaking bad” (googly eyed thinking of breaking bad) .

Rethink of the power of makhis as you are chasing it with a newspaper roll, will you be spared if they revolt against humanity?! A paisa for your thoughts. (going desi as independence day nears)

watch out at 2:32

Why should chapattis be gol (circle) ??

Why indeed! Why cant they be some random shape... may be a country or a smashed face..or a bird flying or diamond shape.. that needs talent too! Why my question about chapattis??  Does it have a geometrical aspect to it, or an aesthetic one? Or just one of the many never-asked-never-answered questions?! Well, every Indian household with a daughter(s) when reaching to a certain age have to sign in into Indain-culinary classes (creating the perfect brides since time immemorable)... so without knowing you are made to prepare for questions like “sasural wale kya kahinge” which is a rhetorical question.. if “sasural wale” indeed ask something act dumb (as written in page 23 of “Q and A of sasural wale”)

Case 1

Sasural wale: Beta, do you know to make rotis?

Beta : uhmm, of course aunty.. good round fulka rotis..

Sasural : (she hesitated, too much information, probably a show off, definitely doesn’t know to make rotis) :stamps REJECTED on the photo:

Case2

Sasural wale: beta, do you know to make rotis?

Beta: :stares at the wall:

Beta’s ma: of course she does, makes rotis everyday..! almost like Ma Annarpurna has blessed her rotis!

Sasural: (thinks: good obedient girl, let elders ans,her mom is very truthful,no reasons for her to lie)  .. she is prrrrrreefect! :ties the mangal sutr around her neck herself:

But as soon as she presents her sasuralwale with a bird shaped roti, she would be probably handed divorce papers conjured right out from thin air.. would it matter if they are edible? NO! The roti needs to look good, even if it means to be crushed into a plum and dissolved into a sludge with more horrible looking acids...

Atlast everything comes down to looks..even a roti has to pass the judgmental eyes of people. Checking out its shape, colour, texture, contours.. you are damned to make pokemon rotis, its a 109% no no for the grey hairs, though will make you real famous with the kids! ;) and yes my roti shaping skills suck! Too free minded to make circular rotis (thats what i like to believe, i-got-roti-making-dyslexia)

long time no see??

Been almost a 3 month long absence from the last post which was a bit on the edge post. i didn't write a New Years post, which had become ritualistic. well, few reasons why someone takes a sabbatical from writing
1. writer's limbo
2. too lazy
3. too busy
4. many distractions (movies, serials, books, studies..huh? who said studies?! )
5. no sleep deprivation
6. too many incidents in lesser time span
and many more!
in my case it was all of the above! and i might add another one, i was keen on seeing the no. of pageveiws sans any posting... i was quite pleased with the no. i must say... tho i did worry that many were coming from some porn sites, and i am pretty much sure this blog hasn't any racy stuff.. but as the world rule goes by " numbers are all that matters" (giving maths the god like status!) explaining my abstinence (tho i really don't owe anyone any explanations) and the not-thought-before-experiment, i shall continue to devour your young fresh minds! *signs off with evil laugh*

knocks of the wind

A torrential symphony
As the wind drums on the door
And the rains humms their choruses on the panes
Playing the songs of the ages...
Come and listen hammers the wind
For a music to the ears of those who appreciate
Knock knock on the kids door
I apologise, to frighten you...
But listen sweet child, its the song of the ages..
Pray dont shiver..
Knockety knock, on the rickety door of mine...
Annoyed me, wraps the blanket closer and increasing the volume of the music I prefer...
Alas the optimistic fool doesn't give up!
The next door it knocks finds an old couple dead to the pounding, sleeping eyes wide open..
Still the optimistic fool of a wind keeps knocking.. Persistant in its own foolish way...


PS: I hate cold feet. my usual super power ability to sleep seems to have betrayed me tonight.. the noise outside reminds me of the C grade horror movie background sound.. the loud patters , thunder storm and the door almost flying of it's hinges like a caged hungry dog eyeing a plump rabbit hopping around.. and everything ends up to the above bad poetry which lacks rhyme and rhythm and anything resembling close to a poetry.. my apologies.. and yes, i do hate cold feet!

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*o*

#condition one and only
marry someone with that voice *that voice* *that voice* ..

the Oswald fix!

why does it feel like all the cosmic elements are plotting against you, to do even marginally well enough to pass in a totally useless subject such as E-commerce! why do engineers even have to study that?! adding to the already slippery nature of the subject plus the first signs of rains and the sweet breeze.. tell me.. how can anyone even think of looking into the book!!
crappy non-sense text book language over first rains.. need i say more??
even the last moment panic induced adrenaline seems feeble against this surreal climate!
i like to refer this fix situation similar to Oswald's (the big head blue octopus!) he had to either save the overflowing popcorns or the bubbles from the bubble bath... the "kya karu kya na k
aru" situation!
it's always a war of the mind and the brain .. but you know you are doing the wrong thing when both consent with each other..
the funny thing is each year there is always this one time i have faced a fix like this... and each time the wrong thing will be chosen to be done.. and each time there will be bubble joy followed by regret...some priorities are always messed up! =D

a mistake is not a mistake unless it is repeated..

ELUVEITIE

rothe khawaboo ko mana lenge..

there is a better world..

the constant variable. . .

“Fate gives all of us three teachers, three friends, three enemies, and three great loves in our lives. But these twelve are always disguised, and we can never know which one is which until we’ve loved them, left them, or fought them.” ― Gregory David Roberts, Shantaram

fixing..

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And i will try to 

Fix You..

the finality of it all...

31st has always been like the end page of the book. As the story ends and you reflect on all that happened in it. the lagging first half ,the climax of the middle and a weird conclusion in the end. A good book would make you want to re-read the good parts or may be make you think of the a sequel or perhaps search for a more deeper meaning..
31st nights have always been the recap of the whole year(partially cause i spend it flipping through channels of extensive glittery and shine of the bolly nos.) and my conclusions have always been "i have been bad this year" (yes, strong conscience there!)
The fun part comes when you have to decide on a new year's resolution. No matter how serious, one is about it by the 2nd of the month it shows no signs of ever having made one!
So i end up calling a few friends, texting the rest and watching the fireworks at the expense of other's pocket.A generous world indeed!

 CAUSE IT'S ALWAYS ABOUT HOPE..

Long or short?

It’s an eternal question of doubt ever since Eve had hair. The length is pretty important. Too short may make you look too boyish or too long may make you look like a lice ridden long jata of the beggar.

SNIP SNIP!

When we were children never bothered about hair much. I remember sitting in a stool in front of baba as he masterfully snipped off hair to a perfect “bati chaat” (bowl cut) it’s like those monk cuts except for the bald patch in the middle.

A few years and i started to yearn for long hair just to tie a tiny ponytail perhaps. But nah, too troublesome for a daughter of both parent’s working again i didn’t bother.

A few more years and i started to grow it. With a lot of pride i showed it off to my friends but as ever it was shunned saying “cmon that’s not long!” but my pride just thought “ huh! They are just jealous!”  But 5 months into growing it long and i was fed up already and cut it short. Short very short. I wonder how rapunzel ever managed to even comb it everyday!  

FYI: longest hair record is held by Xie Qiuping (China) at 5.627m (18 ft 5.54 in). It’s almost like growing hair is her super power!

People make a lot of fuss about hair. After my daring act of chopping of the mane, i got so many reviews about it. Some said “oh god your long hair!” (like i lost an arm!) some complimented rest disgusted. It’s like a taboo having short hair. Like it’s to own to being disciple of satan,  to have short hair. It’s a conservative and dogmatic  society. Refusing to see the logicality of the concept.  No wonder hair products have such a huge consumer all over India. So much hair does require a lot of shampoo and conditioner.

Bare with me. After effects of environment education exam and not to mention exams OVER! A whole 5 semesters blinked away! 

the wise old hobbly lady called herself "time"...

pujor gondho! :)

The month of October always sets my heart racing..what with pujo in the air.. the leg jingling dhaak er avaj , the bold and beautiful eyes of the protima, the mouth watering smells of moglayi and cutlets and rolls (neverending list!) the chants of the pujo, the pandal re aada, carrom, natoks, going to all the other pujos, assessing which one’s the best... relatives and their never ending rants about how old you are now! Oh, not to forget the extensive shopping spree( for all the shopaholics out there!) somehow words seem less to cumulate the “pujo feeling”. No matter what state of mind one is a bong mind would be euphoric during pujos.. even a trouble ridden rickshaw-wala would have a smiling face.. such is pujo and its effects on people.

That’s why i like India.. the fact that we have so many festivities that there is always a constant commotion.. no life goes boring and dull till the end of the year where you dance around the tree..

HAPPY PUJO!! J

easy, if you could... please!

awesomness! Roja - A Tribute to A.R. Rahman

Roja - A Tribute to A.R. Rahman


some of the best i have heard! mesmerised! ^_^