Sunday, December 28, 2008

Power of office Rumours

Few days back in our office, all the mugs & cups were replaced by funny looking. All people had their eyebrows raised, accept few most felt embarrassing even to get their coffee, soup or tea in those cheap looking most basic glasses on their tables. Buzz came up that its cost cutting, though it was most absurd reason still it was readily accepted, coz 'cost cutting' is topping everybody's mind in these times of recession.

While we all were making fun, murmuring this issue of glass & stuff, a mail from 'Mr. Kishore Biyani' (first generation enterprenuer & CEO of future group), came & it went like this.......


Sent: Monday, December 22, 2008 6:21 PM
Subject: Monday Musing

Dear Colleagues

In the last couple of weeks all our offices have started serving coffee or tea in glasses. Some have enthusiastically taken to the idea. And some are indifferent to it.

The most common question is, is this a cost-cutting measure? It isn’t. All of us know that we have much bigger battles to fight to keep costs down. Moving over from cups and saucers to glasses wouldn’t really make any substantial savings. Therefore, introducing glasses is not a cost cutting measure.

So what made us introduce this custom of serving tea or coffee in glasses? Let me share my personal experience. At my office, all guests and that includes visiting CEOs, foreign partners, business associates, financial partners, everyone is being served their drink in these glasses. And to them, it is an immediate way for me to communicate what our company stands for – our basic values of simplicity and humility and being in touch with our roots, being in touch with the common man.

Drinking coffee or tea from a glass vessel is one of the most enduring and common practices across our country. Irrespective of class or background, everyone has had coffee or tea from a glass – either regularly or every once in a while. It is how the majority of Indians prefer to have their favorite beverage. And by introducing it in our offices, we follow this simple and common practice that is so popular in our country.

So what benefit does it bring to us as an organization? By using a glass to drink our tea or coffee, it builds within us a sense of humility and simplicity. It reconnects us with the vast majority of our countrymen and strengthens us with our roots, our customers. By doing so, with our guests and visitors in our office, it reiterates our values, assures them of our touch with the reality and encourages them to follow this custom.

This is a symbolic gesture. Symbols help convey ideas, emotions and values far more comprehensively than words ever can. Introducing a culture or symbol may not have tangible or logical benefits. Gandhiji’s charkha didn’t result in the closure of British textile mills. Nor did everyone in India start wearing khadi. But the charkha conveyed humility, honesty and simplicity. It established an immediate connect with the life of a vast majority of Indians. And in the process it united an extremely diverse nation, behind a symbol and ahead of a common goal.

For each of us, this new custom of drinking our tea or coffee from a glass is a change. Unless we change, we cannot grow. Unless we grow, we can never fulfill our potential. But as we grow it is important to stay anchored to our roots. And one simple way of doing that is by drinking from the glass that that does not distinguish between the haves and the have-nots in India .

Rewrite Rules, Retain Values

Kishore Biyani

Karta – Future Group


Now what can anyone say???? Some laughed on themselves, some laughed on others, few were spellbound. But I personaly was amazed by the thought that someone attached 'cost cutting' with this trivial issue & the word spread like epidemic!! Tahts power of office Rumours :) for you

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Welll...... !!!

Jolly mood turned sour....!!!

I so desperately wanted to write a post today that since 6:20 PM rather even before I have been thinking of the time m gonna sit with my comp to share my day, past days, feelings & emotions with my dearest bloggy!!! All these days I have so irregular with postings that I myself feel bad about it but may be it's the Mumbai's effect on me.

After jolly mood the whole day , few minutes back something happened which made me upset & so dam confused that I wrote blog & deleted it. I wrote it again & again deleted it to write once more. And finally saved in 'drafts' & put up this one instead of the original.

It was a good feeling all the while which eventually turned into a confused state!!!

Anyhow, life's been eventful & same is expected tomorrow!!!

I am upto the challenges!!!
& now there is always a jogging time to relax, yeahhhh!! I am back to my running routine & loving it, specially the feelings you have when you stop after complete exhaustion, it's a top class feeling, Amazing!!

Bloggy though I wanted to share so much with you but the confused-tired soul of mine needs a good sleep!! Sorry dost!!

Thanks for bearing my boring post!
Sometimes this also happens.
Take Care
Muuuuah Muuuuah!!
Luv U & catch u again :)

Sunday, December 14, 2008

'Sir Jee, How is my Drivering?'

After Mum-Papa's 26th Marriage Aniversary celebrations till late last night, today we visited one of the most strictly secured places in Mumbai. Surveillance at Navy near/ around Nagar was virtually unmatched. Not always security people frisk while you are in a public transport. Brigadiers', Colonels' Beach facing houses were aaawweeeee.... (precisely explain my reaction, when I saw that). We saw Navy area & visited navy canteen, mumbai's biggest defence canteen, courtsey papa's navy connections!!

After 6 months, I am again spoiled by mum's helping hand. My room gets duely cleaned & arranged; my things are always ready; I get anything to everything on demand; my clothes are stacked in bathroom racks even before I get in for shower, coz she knows I am late. In 4 words 'it is royal treatment'. After nealy 20 day's stay Mum Papa are leaving day after, I feel that m gonna miss them when they'll leave. And so.... I treated them at one of my all time favourite restaurant 'Pizzeria, Marine Drive' & shopped for everyone in Colaba!!

While traveling back home from office on friday night the Autowala after chatting senseless, showing most ridiculous & stupid stunts, asked me 'Sir Jee, How is my Drivering?' I replied 'Badhiya'! From rash driving to verbal fights, from physical fights to auto driving, from police-jain & the different types of peple in mumbai, he gave me every possible gyaan all throughout the journey & though irritated I did picked one learning of 'Being Confident'!!!

Mumbai life's been fantabulous. But Life, till yesterday was on a different course for last 4-5 days, cold-cough-fever, low confidence, buisy-erratic, totaly unplanned schedule waters your smalles frustation. And than you get porous to be attacked by all negativities. Something similar had happened to me. Thank God that 'auto wala', & my self made resolutions brought back some of lost positivity & I plan to live better in coming week....

"The reason why folks are always wishing for what they don't have is that there's nothing else to wish" Houghton Line

Whatever the philosophy is.... keep wishing, keep dreaming, thinking, striving & enjoying!!!

Sunday, November 23, 2008

In search of a big win!!!

Pacey life, lethargic me, clouds of procrastination, career thoughts & bank balance plus etc. have created li'l dull patch among awesome jovial times.

Yesterday elder relative said, 'now get married, you are losing hairs, don't wait till baldness. It will get difficult to find a girl'... For me it was funny but definitely with some serious ironies.

Someone rightly said 'Winning is a habit'. When you win, you feel hungry for more. But when you don't, you feel no uneasiness because of a loss. For winners losing is the most uneasy thing to accept. For others loss is just another event.

I want to forget the days when I started accepting loss. Desperately wan't to win Big Time. Just finding how to make things happen for that big win. A 'Big Win' is what I need for now. Its been long since I had last time.

Monday, November 17, 2008

HOLD ON to it!!!!

I saw her, she was walking slowly... in few minutes she picked up speed & now she was walking faster. She was a bit too fair. In sneakers, she was squinting through her burqa clad face. She ran, yeah suddenly she ran, she ran in a burqa. Among all other joggers, she couldn't resist n neither her burqa was able to stop her from jogging. An early morning hilarious scene of a burqa clad women jogging finaly made me to write something today n here I am.

A tinge of unsettled feeling are back after a long time. I am hating myself for 'NOT HOLDING ON', not holding on to so many decisions, challenges. I am hating myself to not carve out way for success, I am hating myself for accepting whatever I am offered. I keep leaving, keep quitting only to return & hold it again. My jogging schedule, my weightl loss programme, my 'no' to junk food (though it only happened in thoughts), my firm decision to win everyday challenges at job. My promises made to myself die a slow death, they succumb to 'chalta hai' attitude. Books I have to read are piling on shelves n I am not able to take out even 15 minutes a day. I owe all this to my laziness, procastination & other similar vocabulary.

Still the triple shot late' last night, near beach, at Shivaji Park, in Barista gave birth to a new hope. A hope to survive a li'l longer, a hope to keep holding on, a hope to atleast give a li'l fight. I immediately succeeded, I held my mug till the time I finished my coffee. I decide to replicate such move in my life. I decide to 'HOLD ON'.


Monday, November 10, 2008

Peace in pacey life

No post from my end never mean that I dont come to this zone. It's just that I view, read other's, smile, feel good and walk out. My dormancy doesn't mean life is not happening, at present it means it's all going good. Mumbai is lovely & so is my job. Touchwood!!!

Mumbai has given me a chance to offload many of my bothering emotions. I feel lighter despite gaining weight, thats the feel you get when your heart is lightened.

Dear Bloggy, not forgetting you in good times, I still remind myself that you are one of those awesome friends who'll be cherished irrespective of the turn life takes.


Monday, October 6, 2008


Another one cracked a big time MBA exam!!! Yes, one more ex batch mate of mine from engineering days cracked a big exam & cracked IIFT. And me despite being in a jovial environment, in between some thousand other thoughts, is barked upon on face by one of those "U din't do justice to your caliber". Yes, i din't do justice to my career. Feel li'l left out. Since birth I had at least one thing in my hand in which I excelled all my batch mates, be it sports, computers, general knowledge or whatever. Today, I feel no competition, may be the instinct is gone or may be the whole competition went missing or it's that I am too mediocre for anything. This mediocrity is hitting since last few moments.

On other hand, Mumbai is still rocking, there's nothing like late night drive along side arabian sea. Not many scenes are better than those of sexiest bikes, prettiest babes, sleaziest cars complementing the awesome sea breeze, which altogether turn up on roads somewhere after 11:30 PM. Hayabusa's, R1's, CBR's, all terrain bikes, girls with MICROest skirts, glossiest faces & the sexiest figures, hummers, Harleys & much beyond normal imagination does exist on carter road, Bandra. U just need to look out. Mumbai carries everything to spin your head. HOLD ON!!!!!!!!!!

The other day, i clashed with retail merchandisers of our team in office. A week before, I pointed my boss for her irritating behavior. Though later I realized that apart from their mistake, it was my impatience that created uneasy environment but first time in life 'WHO CARES' attitude turned up to rescue me!!

Exactly that is my point, "WHO CARES' is synonymous to the city's attitude. My life is suddenly full of 'WHO CARES'..... hopefully i get positive out of it... Keep rocking you all... n you shall, so should I!!

Catch ya, after a late night fag at worli sea face... its 12.15 & have to get up early for office , but than WHO CARES!!!

LA LALA la lala la........ :)

Monday, September 15, 2008

Someone turned 25 & had few more coffees.....

I became '25', on this month's 4th. The day went very normal, I couldn't pick calls of my cousins & friends, stayed buisy througout the day till 8.00PM coz of 'Durga Puja Dispatches' (thats what you do in Retail Industry).

office people, brought two choclate cakes. In the eavening I treated myself with a Strong frothy 'Aztec' at CCD, Vile Parle (pic 4). All alone, I enjoyed the coffee while sinking in my thoughts & watching couples induldged in their chit chats. The day went off, nicely smoothly but very ordinarily & becoming '25' was no way different than any other day.

Some nine days later I invited my office team (kidswear @ Big Bazaar) for a nice coffee & we landed in a relatively unknown joint called 'Gloria Jean's Coffee' @ Central, Goregaon (pic1, pic2, pic 3). My invitation to all went like this........


Sent: Friday, September 12, 2008 1:57 PM
Subject: Fw: C 'n' C

Coffee 'n' Crap

We friends in Delhi used to rome purposelessly. Steadily we discovered C 'n' C. And we had so many reasons to hangout.

When our senseless thoughts peeked we named our gang 'Intellectual Stupids (IS)'. Intellectual stupids frequently went out for C 'n' C, till the time they were jobbed out of the city.
Few of those things have ended but the quest of exploring coffees is still on....Inviting you all for a treat pending at my end...unfolding an invitation for a Weekend Coffee...Let's CHILL OUT & do our part for countering Global warming!!

Need Help!! Please suggest a venue among Baristas, CCDs, Mochas, Costa's or Even Prithvi.
Time ?? Guess 7:00 will be ok ?

A few more Smiles!

Good Times
Rohit Khatri

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Ganpati Bappa Moriya!!

Just got up!! After coming from Ganpati Visarjan I just woke up.

Through the lanes of failed relationships & unaccomplished dreams, i walk in the lanes of my life. And all this while I am not longing for my next date or a night out to a disc or pub. But I look after to put up a post on this blog, not for many others but for myself & handful others, with few feelings & emotions.

While I am drafting this soundless & peaceful blog, the city is rocking to the tunes of 'Dhol' & the high pitched music. In the background all I can hear are the 'beats of dhol' & few bursting crackers!! All i can see is glittering lights & people in the crazy mood (pretty ladies are also very much visible). All I can feel is excitement & joy.

Ganpatis were even made up of Silver & Gold. one ganpati near my place had 210+ Kgs of Silver & few Kgs of Gold. The prashad distributed by that pandaal alone crossed few lakhs of budget. We all had glimpse of those countless tonnes of coconut distributed to all. n the day everyone took their Ganpatis for 'Visarjan', some took it on trucks, trailers, some took in tempos, cars others took it on bikes, cycles & even on their own feet, but no one left without making it felt, no one left without the beats of dhol. The dhols came from nasik & from pune, the money spent in few square kilometers for the soul reason of Ganpati dwarfs turnovers of many companies.

In heavy rains & strong breeze, we all went out, sat on a 40 ft trailer, an open one which generaly carries cargo containers. We all, youth, children, uncle & aunties, sittinga 40 ft truck moved to the Shivaji Park. For moments it felt like remaking of chaiyya chhaiyya song but than the excitement crossed even that benchmark. While making fun, teasing every second person on road, while dancing on the beats of dhol, shouting & screaming, pumped up we reached Shivaji Park. An aarti followed immersion of Ganpati Bappas big statue, we faught with high tide, we faught with strong waves & somehow managed to immerse the God, while thinking that he'll give happiness to all of us & will be back again next year.

Though I can make this blog even bigger by putting things into my very ordinary words but the real fun of life is to have first hand experience of all this. The soundless blog can never match the real excitemnt & is far from reality.

Now it's been 11 days of complete fun, dance & the craziness. It'll be peace but before that peace we are rocking the town, brushing away the dullness, dancing hard. And the last words from our mouths are "Agle baras fir aana, Ganpati Bappa Moriya".

The dhols are still being beaten up hard to extract the loudest possible sounds, metals are also being striked to keep the sounds echoing inbetween tall towers of the surrounding areas & they will go on till late night. But I intend to wind up with a strange excitement & few goosebumps, which have become normal from last few days. TUCHWooD!!

Saturday, September 13, 2008


My 152nd post. I wanted it to be something else n not what I am about to write. The feeling I am having right now is so intense that I just wanna rip apart few people. The feelings are so strong that I had tears in my eyes, it's neither coz of happiness nor it is that I am sad. The cause is anger. Anger against bloody people who are behind Delhi serial blasts, happened an hour back.

I seriously wanna use all the swear words for them. May they be ripped apart, may they be amputated. May they get the worst possible.

I feel sorry for the people, who are left after the sad departure of their loved ones, the people fallen on road, who saw their limbs 2 mtrs from them. What a turn their lives have taken. May they get so agitated that they spark off a new agitation, a revolution leading to destruction of the fuckers who do all the shit, as if blasting out is a new fad. I have been happy all this while since I landed in the city(Mumabi). But who knows whats whats next?

We are biggest Democracy of the world. I doubt our democracy, as if it was made to give them a 'Right to Blast'. Naaaaaaaahhhh...... We are the poorest, most ill fated & worst fucked of democracy. Enjoy this quote of fucking sarcasm. Fuck you, you mean politicians! You bastards sitting & propagating mean things for your own benefits. Fuck off!! You bitter truths of my life's reality. If killing is the game you prefer, may you get killed everyday, every hour, every minute & every moment.

Tomorrow is Ganpati Visarjan & its happiness all around in Mumbai, coz till now people haven't seen all this on their TV sets. God, save us, but this time don't leave them too, make them bleed & make them bleed to see all the pain of this world. Enough has been destroyed.

I love my religion like many others. I fear almighty. I love my people. I am a strong hearted but not a heartless soul. Guess thats how people of other religion are made of. Guess we have same coloured blood. And no one is taught to kill others.

Enough is Enough!!
I don't have to be cheesy, I don't have to use similies, phrases, quotes or a vocabulary to make people feel my anger. Today, I am least bothered if you like my blog or hate it. I AM AGITATED. And so should we all be, whatever cast-creed-religion you belong to. Who knows, for a moment someone might snatch luck from you or from your loved ones. Lets show our anger, resentment. And not be another plain medium to propogate remorse, fear or horror.


Monday, September 8, 2008

after an unwanted break

Despite desperately wanting to express inner me, I was stopped from doing that by unavailability of '' on my internet connection. & coz it kept me away from blogging, I had so dam fucking feeling of being away from something important in my life.

Luckily I am back, with an injured keyboard & last 20 minutes to run for office, in which I have to bath also. I know I'll be late in office, will miss 9.08 & 9.22 CST-Andheri local, but can't leave blogging this morning.

There's so much happening in this crazy city called Mumbai that despite having so much to dive in, this city is the first & the last thing on my mind for this post.

Mumbai is simply crazy, & you got to be here during ganpati to feel it. The dhol beats, the crazy dances, holi-diwali at same time, the endless feasts, the late night parties. I have no idea if they are praying Gods or dwelling in endless fun whatever it is...... Even God won't mind such good times, touchwood!!

There's lot to come on this blog. But only when I return from office. Though they make me work hard & for long hours but I'll munch bhel puri & will come back with some energy for the post.

Last but not least apologies to all fellow bloggers & to myself also, for being away from your lovely posts. I truely, desperately want to read & admire all those posts even in this pacey life. I so much wan't to do all that that....that.....anything. :)

Love you 'blog world'!!

& Love ya my awesome Bloggy :)
Muuah Muaah

Thursday, August 7, 2008

My undies & the pacey life

This is no porn or the begining of any. It's a truth, a small looking but impacting truth of my life. In last one & a half month I have increased my assortment of undies dramatically. Their are more Frenchies & Henes in my almirah than before.

Mad speed of Mumbai make you do that also. It was very obvious choice to buy few more than to wash them. Washing anyday consumes more time than buying one. I don't know where this post came from but its plain truth converted into self generated blog post.

Life in Mumbai is pacey, the mad pace at times make you to write mad posts & other times you don't write at all. Pace gets under your skin. It made me mad two days back but barring few occasions I have been enjoying it, touchwood. Please pray that I hold on to this goody goody feelings :)

With the intentions of not quadrupling my undy collection, I end my post & get up to wash my undies this time atleast.

Never in my life buying Undies ever impacted my monthly budget.

With Love
Rohit :)

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Bombay Diaries - II

I proudly work for the company that confidently hires deaf & dumb people who are equally capable as any ordinary man. I interact with them evryday & it feels good to be a part of 'more human' world.

They come-they go! They take away thousands with them, they bring back lakhs on them. They are as important as peoples' jobs, wives, children & the Gods. Mumbai Locals are lives of Mumbaikars & the Mumbai itself. Still not all the commuters enjoy the ride. Their reasons vary from the predictability of life, uncontrolable croud, sweaty underarms, baseless arguments to whatever. For me, journey of a local while returning from office is among the best part of my routine life. The breeze while standing on door is always so true & soul refreshing. The speed & acceleration of the train is always the one we all aspire for, it simply brings adrenaline rush. I feel so complete while my journey back home in a local, that I won't mind calling it the 'Joy of Life'.

There's nothing better than facing sea & getting sweetly slapped on face by the cool breeze. There's nothing better than sipping a hot frothy exotic coffee after kiddishly enjoying the rain thats pouring down since 3 days, waiting for you to get drenched in it. What better than playing in rain water, jumping, hopping in it, splashing it. There's nothing better than unlocking your thoughts. There's nothing better than silently appreciating the fairer sex who are terrificly beautified by unstoppable Mumbai rains & the western world's cosmetic manufacturing giants. There's nothing better than having a butter dripping pav bhaji at Juhu Beach.
Other goodies include.....

Destinationless Auto Ride!
Mocha @ Juhu!
Giant Exotic Coffee mug nicotising whole body!
Rare chance of being all alone in whole compartment of Local Train!
Babe Gazing!
Sea Waves!
Staring at couples holding hands, kissing, at times smooching, hugging, coochy cooing!
Crossing the road before fast running skoda runs over!
Getting drenched in Mumbai Rains!
Company of a good ol friend!
Linkin Park & Avril screaming through ear plugs!
There are better things on the shelf waiting to be picked....

There are Guccis & Armanis, Levis & Lees, Bennetons & Reeboks, Loius Vittons & Pradas, Arrows & Tommys.... all around. But bigger things happen at BB..... gear up for 13th-17th september 'Big Day' sale by Big Bazaar (BB), coz I have been working hard for it & so many others have been working for these best offers a brand can put in front of their customers. TRUELY INDIAN!!!

It's been a lovely time....Touchwood!!!

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Bombay Diaries....

2 weeks & a day, and time has gone by in moving from 'ye baju' to 'wo baju', it's been a tiring but lovely experience.

While standing on footpath & talking to a friend on phone, it felt so odd to be standing still in a crowd which hardly halted. It felt so odd to pause that now I smile when I see people stopping to talk on phones, but rarely I get such smiles. Truely, mobiles were invented for Mumbai. No one stops in the city, they crawl, they drag, they do whatever but stopping is a sin. "Mumbai goes on", "Mumbai never stops" is not at all hollow talk. Attitude of the city rocks.

Local Trains are as good as deccan flights, just that in locals, beauties stay in a seperate compartment. In both you struggle for leg room but the feel in local is so dam realistic. In CST-Andheri local of 9.05 AM, just when you think there's no space left, a voice comes from the trian "Dude, jump in it's half empty".

The only struggle here is to find empty spaces, please show me the vacant land. Every single inch is efficiently sky scraped or will carry the architechtural marvel, yeah architechtural marvel thats what you say when you see a dangling chall/hut supporting two more over it. Winds & storms never seem to take them away.

It was a welcoming rain which took more than 24 hours to stop & the struggle to reach for induction programme was all the more fun. Locals stopped but not the spirited people of the city. I also tried hands on 'no stopping' attitude. My auto got broken in knee high waters & I lended my hanky to autowallah to clean spark plug with that. Drenched I was but held my umbrella over him so that he mends the fault. Loved doing that. My formals were oozing water, leather shoes were crying. But it was lovely to take hand of a old man & help him to cross the road having knee high water. A blessing he gave :) . School going children were jumping & hopping in water as if they were in Alice's Wonderland.

The city, thats the benchmark of efficiencies (be it local trains, commuting people or the land space), instead of stopping & worrying about rain creates 1000 business opportunities from it. To know that you have to be in Mumbai......

Week:3, Day:2
@1st Floor, Kidswear Buying Team, Knowledge House/Head Office, Future Group.

Friday, June 27, 2008

Jab We Met - II

We had CRPF quick entry passes. Shortening all rows, we were rushed for "Darshan".
She along with her cousin asked if she too can get along with us and use the CRPF quick entry pass.

I was not sure but my friend who went with me, asked them to join. From 8:30 PM, 24th june, she was with us, we went for Darshan together, together we climbed further up, we came down, we talked, we ate, rested, snacked together till 3.00 AM. While Me & her were together for Ardhkwari Darshan, our folks took care of the luggage. For 1 and half hours we explored each other's life while being in Q. Her mother is in Heaven, brother in Germany, two sisters married & father buisy with work & friends.

We stayed together for about 19 hours and in all those 19 hours she came too close to me including the physical closeness (totaly unintentional). I haven't ever had such experience in my life, neither I expect any. Our liking moved from liking to infatuation to crush to..... don't know where will that end. It was 'Jab We Met - II'.

Though I already like someone, I am also liked by someone, I am shell shocked to get this 3rd angle to my story. Men have always been accused of poor faithfulness, low credibility, doubtful loyalty and the bad vocabulary of any relationship. But this time, I feel helpless, directionless and things are happening unintentionaly too fast (Men are more often trapped in situations than doing things intentionaly). Afterall, I was happy to pamper the girl I liked.

A girl so attached to me in 19 hours ?? Went even closer in next 2 days with plentifull of phone chats. What is it?? Is it her loneliness making her to move so fast or is it her shrewdness or she is doing for the sake of fun in her life? In any possible situation can a girl get attached to a guy so easily?

She is a Jatti (Surd) from Jalandhar.

Week at handling emotional issues, short of patience makes me vulnerable to be fooled here (LOL). And I never want this to happen.

Stunned by the strange happening & being true to my best, I look for intelligent responses to this true story, while I continue to pamper the girl I liked/like.

(I know, I might be laughed upon coz of the content on this post. I might come across swear words from girls. I might get some shit too. The girl I like, might refuse to see me again. The girl, who likes me, might change her likings. But it's a truth in front of us, irrespective of the reaction from freinds, I put forward, without any fear. It's the way men are made, I just brought an instance in the light)

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Welcome to 'The Cafe' '

Coffee at it's best

1. Le Cafe', Pondicherry

2. Chokola, Hauz Khas, Delhi

3. CCD, Connaught Place, Delhi

4. CCD, Lido Mall, Bangalore

5. Costa Coffee, Green Park, Delhi

6. CCD Lounge, Hauz Khas, Delhi

7. Barista, New Friends Colony, Delhi

8. My Favourite place to hang out over a cup of coffee. They top it up with Awesome Music. Barista, Barton Centre, Bangalore.
(all pics clicked by Sony Erricson K750i cameraphone)

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Sneak but Respect

huffff.... I know not many of you readers are soccer lovers. But trust ma word, today's tie between Czech & Turkey was truly incredible, stupendous, awesome, terrific and much beyond these hollow adjectives. It was no less than any Hollywood flick. One of the best soccer clashes ever happened in the history of EURO. Shrinking my elaboration of non fancy topic I'll say Turkey won 3-2 when they were down at 1-2 till 5 minutes before the game got over. You Tube does not have clips now but the goosebumps can be felt when someone uploads it. Will happen soon.

Coming from non fancy to a fairly attractive topic...

Before reading Maverick's blog, I wanted to write something on similar notes but Maverick pushed my inspiration barometer a li'l higher, so I write....

It's been lovely recalling ol memories of 'sneak a peek' thing. The Star Plus, about 8-10 years back sky rocketed late night TRPs. At the same time pretentiousness also peeked. Coz those supposedly sleepy people actually did something else. If you are not getting the many of you didn't love watching those kisses & smooches in 'Bold and the Beautiful'? A true man will not disagree with the amusement those Baywatch blonds brought with them at the time when even the kisses were in scarce on Indian screens. Half of the India hypocritically discouraged the scantily clad, beutifully curvy blonds on Television. This is the same half which postponed their sleeps & waited for Pamela Anderson's appearance in 'Baywatch'.

Being poor at understanding accentuated english, till date I don't even know the crux of those TV shows but trust me & my pals, it felt so lovely coz kissing happened in our own language. I still struggle to understand why on earth you need to have Life Guards like Pamela Anderson, such things can only kill more than they save, and the cause is overshooting pulse rates, I too struggled a lot to bring mine under control.

With the promise of going beyond these small confessions later on... I'll love to comment on hypocrites stunning the country with their deep dug out ulterior motives. When IPL happened, some felt 'Cheerleaders' gonna spoil ethics & culture of our country. I am stunned by such ridiculous thoughts. Dear grown up Netajis/ Politicians, peek into the laptops of your culturarised & ethicised kids & you'll get the bibliography of the projects they have been doing on pornographic websites, far more capable of hampering your culture. But do that only if you yourself don't like those short skirts & bikinis. C'mmon be a sport!!!

Let's be a li'l less hypocrite towards these well known secrets.

Last but not least, as stated in my last blog, I am getting on with birdwatching, while respecting the fairer sex & the soul warming beauty they bring with them.

Saturday, June 14, 2008

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I have been watching Euro 2008 with so much dedication & with so much intensity but still unable to cut down tinniest of the flab from my body, all accumulated while perfectioning laziness in pre-joining (job) vacations at home. Jokes apart my team Netherland is getting stronger and stronger with each game they play. Thrashed France after dragging Italy to back foot in the 'group of death', Euro 2008 qualifiers and the dutch are singing strong.

How will you react to below mentioned situation....????
You get something after longing it since the time you started showing the signs of maturity and your senses initiated the growing up process. You put a lot, struggle, dodge off barriers and reach the arena to compete with those who are also their to hunt down the same thing. You get knocked, you knock also. Mere glimpse of achievement put sacred intensity into your competitive spirits and you win. You conquer. You rejoice. You celebrate. You share all your happiness with your loved ones and also with the not so loved ones. You plan a party next day, call everyone, friends, new friends, ol friends, so called friends, to be friends, who were friends, disputed friends, freinds of friends, everybody & anybody (may be in dreams but you do). Next day you get up with a smiling soul & face just to realise that fate has stolen your biggest achievement with the smile you brought with you the early morning. You are converted from 'jobbed' to 'sacked'. The so very reputed organization, the among best value retailers of biggest economy of the world, sacked you even before inducting, that too in a 'disgusting illegal manner'. You pick up your offer letter, all the scenes from past unwind, exactly the way they show in Hollywood flicks, a tear rolls off your eyes. Did someone say boys are not supposed to cry?

After hearing so many unwanted sympathies, condolences & shitty philosophies from all kind of people, you manage to switch on your brain which went pause, which went NUMB for hours. You realise that the industry is at its bottom best & campus placements got over 4 months back. You stand, listen to Sunscreen among other motivational songs on iPod at late hours in the night. You flip your schedule by night activities replacing day time things n vice versa. Cocoon yourself to hide from neighbourhood baniya aunty's volley of questions, which go like this "so, beta when are you joining?", "You were supposed to join them from 16th June" and the blaah blaah which you would have enjoyed to answer if the things were alright. Gathering bits from the destroyed courage, you spread your resume to 100 consultants, 95 Alumni, 40 batch mates, 30 juniors, 3 faculties, 100 corporates/organisations and 2 relatives. Only 2 relatives coz...... (intellectuals know why)....

You ride 220 km/day on your bike with up to 105 km/hr for a useless person's demand of showing up before he could do anything for your job. "Fuck off", reaction when he backs out. When nothing seems to work, you curse your much loved Alma mater for the trying times. You start praying more often. Eat, sleep, read, watch TV, blog but don't enjoy much. You being a guy who crossed puberty long back, you lose enjoying charm of the awesome babes & bird watching. In simple terms you recede from 'NORMAL'. But still keep trying coz, after accumulating lovely degrees, world(including self) can only curse for not being employed with corporate.
Believe me it feels shattering... confidence levels sink, slowly but steadily.

I can't stop myself from writing out this stuff, simply coz it's been really terrible time, when nothing seemed to go my way. Finally I am employed again. Recently somehow 3 offers turned up, nearly at the same time. Though can't get the package which I had, these offers are lot more satisfying than so many other things in life. And now by God's grace I am moving into the most talked about industry, I am into retail world. Choosing Pantaloon over other offers, I am happier than before. Now my mum will continue her halted shopping, but only after long thanks giving prayer to all the Gods she ever prayed. Father like all other times is smiling inside with least display of emotions, though he hugs me more frequently the way he did to motivate me when chips were down. I'll also buy something good for myself & Strawberry (sis). I'll again enjoy bird watching, the way I have always done while respecting the fairer sex & the soul warming beauty they bring with them.

Mr. Kishore Biyani........I am coming......... (but well grounded)

Despite carrying thousand thoughts, I'll end here while putting one of my favourite joyful pic clicked this April at Paradise Beach, Pondicherry. As they say in Kannad "Enjoy Madi" aka "Enjoy karo"....

Love ya all... Love me too & lets spread the virus :)

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Me and sports...

Above is a Asian Games ticket for a Hockey match. Ticket that was purchased by my father, an year before my birth. I still love collecting such stuff.
Moments back turkey beat Swiss in the bloody battle of Euro 2008, it was a game full of injuries but the passion showed by fiery players is the only 'adrenalin pumping thing' I came across in last few laidback days. AMAZING, how sports change the way sports lovers take their lives. And I am hating myself coz m not playing sports these days.

I wonder how our lives are preprogrammed, not allowing us to go beyond obvious until be bring the hidden rebel from deep inside. School-college days are the only days you get to play. I hate it, I hate not being able to play sports. Sports had been my best friend, and is missed dearly, everyday. It's something that took away all the troubles from my life. I don't want to forget the basketball games played at 2 AM with fierce energy just coz I couldn't propose my crush, or coz the girl I liked went for someone else. I can't forget the football match played more passionately coz it followed a hard hitting fight with another boy in hostel. It's difficult to go over the lone time spent on basketball court while I fought hard with my emotions. My happy moments always brought perfect smashes on ping pong table, why would I like to forget that. Even for 10,000 dollars I wont exchange the experience of covering Delhi Ring Road on cycle (50-60 km) & riding to South Campus (50-55 km) the other time. Cant let go, the reputation of being a tough fighter on badminton court, pals still remember the sound of the smashes my racket used to throw to weaken opponents challenge. They refused to give me their rackets coz with me racket strings broke frequently (kidding). The otherwise absent agility, jumps & quick response came up automaticaly on the court. Though I used to struggle with my emotions after every loss. Spending 2 hours, each in morning & eavening on badminton court was among the best things I did during my hostel days.

"Hey you play good", How can I forget a girl's (was from other school)appreciation &...... when I captained my school team in table tennis events. Bet you, she looked awesome but not better than my Table Tennis Racket. Won Silver Medal that day but there on, have been missing that girl. Hey you, DAV, Rajinder Nagar girl, m searching for you since last 10 years, show up now....LOL.... Other times, I loved the hooting, it went in favour or against never mattered to me. The yells, screams & shouts were the best thing that could ever happen to a sports freak teenager, that was the fame which brought adrenalin rush with it & lasted till end of the match.

Her lovely words after a basketball match still hit my ears & echo in my heart. Otherwise rigid, she easily brought me a bottle of water for my badminton match. Lovely, lovely.... I can live countless happy days only on those thoughts. Somehow my crushes, infatuations & the recent love started around court itself.

Those were hot afternoons of 1999 & 2001, when I used to take my lovely lady (cycle) for after exam talks. I used to ride it till eternity & in return I used to get all the refreshness. No matter my exam went good or bad, I used to wai for the time I'll ride my lady (ha ha, obviously cycle).

Sports have been a passion, there have been ups n downs, drama full of emotions, adrenalin rush, goose bumps & what not. Sports have always been their for my rescue through tough times. They have been my best pals.

I am a near loser in making my love story a success. I am dragged li'l backward coz of the withdrawal of offer the company made at campus. I am li'l lonely these days which is very unusual. All these hurt but not as hard as missing time, feild & people to play sports with. I miss my beautiful ladies, BSA STREET CAT & HERO HAWK. They did hurt my ass, while being harsh on it but they always stayed close to my heart.

All that apart bloggy has been a new enterant into my life & has deffinitely added few sparkles. Love ya bloggy... hope we'll have a real sporty relation :)

let the good times roll >>>>>>>