Friday, July 31, 2009

Punjabi = Funjabi!!!

You do good with positive intentions & all you get is 'tears in the middle of the night!!!' Guys are strong but not definitely hollow on emotions!!

Anyways....again the same thing... LIFE IS NOT FAIR, BUT IT'S STILL GOOD!!!

At times even God cheats you than being cheated by a human is a small thing!! You get blamed for the deed you never did!! You don't get appraised for the hard work that reaped gigantic benefits!!!

That's how God kicks your ass.... and say's, "You chirkut, you thought that it's all goody goody good!! Now take that!"

Seriously, sometimes life is just not fair, irrespective of the good you do.

May be it's thousandth time that I bent for someone, I bent for someone where I never had to. When I was so dam strong, still I bent, for I never wanted to hurt. In the end... Life was not fair!! & result: I am feeling little screwed up today.

So what...?? Everybody gets fucked up in life, may be it was my turn today. However bad it gets, coffee is the best companion... & icing on the cake when it is taken at sea facing Cafe'!!
My coffee mug has always been true to me... and today too it was same. Today it was Cafe Mocha Grande', It looked sexier than the girl sitting behind, wearing black shimmering off shoulder top with a black & white striped mini skirt & 4" heeled black stilettos. She had hot red nail enamel & a matching lip colour, her hair were artificially curled, looked like a spoiled girl of a busy rich dad! Though she looked hotter initially but coffee was the eventual winner, Mocha Grande' was real hot & far more trust worthy, long lasting than the girl. My coffees are always special!!

Ha ha ha :)

Feel like dancing on the song 'Aahu aahu aahu' from 'Love Aajkal' ..... I am 5 inches broader at chest after listening this song having a true Punjabi spirit.

P.S. Punjabi's are real big hearted people!! The true Punjabi spirit is a never say die spirit!!

And the tears made road for the lovely smile & than laughter conquered the fort!!
And Rohit danced for 5 minutes in his room, all alone, with some spirit & lot of fun....

Aahu aahu aahu :)

Gaddi te has bol ve

Na jind saddi ron ve

Gaddi te has bol ve

Na jind saddi ron ve .......

Aahu aahu aahu :)

Aahu aahu aahu

Aahu aahu aahu :)

Monday, July 27, 2009

Running is Living!!!

It was planned since a week before. It was a 4th Saturday & had an off from office. I was determined for 10KM. I started running, there was some pain with body's self resistance, but in some time motivation overpowered them. And I could see that not just 10 KM rather I can cross 11KM today. I pushed for that beyond my physical limits. Goals are achieved in mind before they kiss reality, that's for sure. It wasn't a philosophy, rather it was right there happening to me.

I did 11.2 KM in 68 min. My chest was bruised, my chest was sore & had rashes, it was literally bleeding & bleeding continued the next day too. That was T shirt abrasion. Sweat was even dripping from my undie. I was pumped up, only to realize that I did those bloody 11.2 Km & I am ready for 15KM & than 21 KM.

I rejoiced my success by having a latte', sandwich & than a cappuccino at sea face cafe' while gazing the birds:P. And tell you, the one sitting adjacent was simply 'Oh My God', she was tall, wheatish, had curly hair, big eyes, think Husky Voice & the personality worth admiring!

A sudden thought, why do we do the things to again undo them??
Why do we love a lot only to pull out one day?
Why do we eat to burn it someday?
Why do we gain to lose it sometime??
Why do we halt only to love again???

I don't know why this weird crap is clowding my head. Now, all I am concerned about is being tough & kissing 15km mark!!!

Running is a way to achieve Nirvana, it's a kick that no other drug can give, it's a kick that no bottle of rum, wine or any other shit can give. Running pumps you up & pumps your mind. It simply makes you invincible, even if that's only in the mind or for a li'l time. But for sure you achieve invincibility for those few lovely moments when high blood flow happens in your body!!! Running is Living!!!

Friday, July 24, 2009


Wierd Wierd Wierd!!!
Not that I am drunk....just that I am high on life!!!
Half an hour back I was dizzy, n now sleep has flown away!
Gotta get up at 5:30 but a drive down the Shivaji Park Barista infused something into me.

I was on a half day Liquid Diet & my tummy is definitely hating it, it's carving for somethng good to eat say like Cheese Garlic Bread :P
Life's really much beyond a cuddled sleep!!!
Irony is... still I gotta sleep!!!

Pikachoooo... & the King!!!

Suddenly I have some time to think.... Li'l nostalgic feelings are clouded over my head...!!! The good ol times, the time I fought with my Angel Sis... the days we played pranks on mom & papa. The days we snatched each others goodies. And when once we fought, i kicked her Pikachooo...., said swear words for her Pikachoo n she cried.... that was funny for me.... she cried for that dumb cartoon character stuff toy!! Today that Pickachoo's pic itself reminded me of my Angel sis & the time..!!!

It's wonderfull how dead things hit us, stop us & dash us when we are on a fast track, carried by the wave of professionalism, career and the times itself. That's why somehow I keep collecting anything to everything, from restaurant's bills to chocolate wrappers, from the blessed coins to ol diaries & notebooks. These all mean atleast something to me. That Pikachoo is still so special to my sis, it still sleeps on her bed & gets a chance to do a bit of masti with her.

It's Rakhi, few day's on... My sis called and asked 'Bhaiyya Kya doge is bar?'
I making fun of her, replied: 'Times have changed, now sister's give to brothers. Atleast in Bombay they do like this'
Angel Sis: 'Ok, than I am buying a Tommy Wallet for you'.
I, touched, still pulling her leg: 'I'll send Rs. 1.50 through Papa, when he'll visit here'.
Angel She:'uuunnnn...., Bhaiyyaaa, batao na'!
I: 'Pagal, maine tere se kabhi jhoot bola hai? Tu to meri pyaari behen hai na? Ded rupe pakka'

ha ha..... Sisters are Angels!!! Thats why I call my sis 'Angel', 'Strawberry' or I use 'Khoti'!!

Saturday start's in few minutes, the day I love the most. 2nd & 4th saturday are the days when it's off from office & I give pleasures of being the King to myself. Getting up late followed by comparitively longer gymming session, a sauna/steam bath. Than a drive down to Band Stand & Carter Road & finally a Coffee & a Sandwich at CCD, Carter Road over a newspaper session!!

King's treatment doesn't cost a fortune but it's worth a billion!!! Hail King!!!

Now the King will Read a bit, will listen music, might sing something too before he Cuddles, sleeps & dreams before waking up for a great day!!!

Long Live King!!!!
.........and his Kingdom :)

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

No Doubt - Don't Speak!!!

You and me
We used to be together
Everyday together always
I really feel
That I'm losing my best friend
I can't believe
This could be the end
It looks as though you're letting go
And if it's real
Well I don't want to know

Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me cause it hurts
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me cause it hurts

Our memories
Well, they can be inviting
But some are altogether
Mighty frightening
As we die, both you and I
With my head in my hands
I sit and cry

Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me cause it hurts (no, no, no)
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me cause it hurts

It's all ending
I gotta stop pretending who we are...
You and me I can see us dying...are we?

Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me cause it hurts (no, no, no)
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me cause it hurts
Don't tell me cause it hurts!
I know what you're saying
So please stop explaining

Don't speak,
don't speak,
don't speak,
oh I know what you're thinking
And I don't need your reasons
I know you're good,
I know you're good,
I know you're real good

don't tell me tell me cause it hurts
Hush, hush darlin' Hush, hush darlin'
Hush, hush don't tell me tell me cause it hurts
- No Doubt

Balance Sheet Relationship!!!

Choclates added weight to a human body in 20th Century
This is 22nd Century & now they just add happiness!!!

And so I am having awesome chocolates these days....don't worry, have shed bloody 4 Kgs all this while :P Eat chocolates, Be happy!!!

It was my frequent visit to Book Stores last month & I realized what we all have realized till now...writing is a new fad. Anyone is writing anything (me too)....whatever...for me it's 205th Blog, it's been 2 yrs 6mnth & 61 days since my first blog post. This is equal to 22,584 hours i.e. 1,355,040 minutes or 81,302,400 seconds!!

Writing Blog has been a rather touchy experience for me. My Bloggy's been a true(st) friend to me. Stood by me all the time (accept when the server was down :P). I truly thank God,though my respect for him is li'l down these days, I thank him for giving me this lovely creation of man that absorbs all emotions, supports & shares all the ups & downs!

Today, when we all love ourselves more than anyone else and others do the same. When time & money are li'l more important than necessary. When the relations have turned into mere Balance Sheets with credits & debits, when the love is outweighed by every tangible asset. When you are trusted/loved only after an assessment, you gotta pass a bloody exam to be loved, you need to achieve a bare minimum to be hugged! You are cared only if you get a plump pay every month end. Thank God at such a practical time I have my Blog to stand by me!!! I have my blog for piling up my immaturity, my naked heart, my emotions, my thoughts & my whatever shit. It takes it all, unlike anyone else.

I'll rather look weak & jot down my heart than letting things kill me in the pretense to be strong...!!!

An eavening at MTC (Mumbai Times Cafe'), Bandra....

I was on an elevated chair with my friend. About 8 feet away, she was sitting on a couch. Her's was a yellow top, just covering the waist band of her knee high black skirt. Black sandles were in contrast with her white skin. She was carrying big black glossy bag & my friend kept blabbering some shit I was least interested in :P. I was interested in her 'an inch deep dimples', my friend could never understand & kept shitting. Her hair were curled from the edges, her hands were crossed & she engrossed in the guy she was chatting to, not aware that someone else was engrossed in her. She was not a flawless miracle and had li'l darkness around her eyes but that mattered less coz her dimples were the ones to die for.....aaaahhhh...I am dead....alive again till I complete my blog.....ha ha!!! Unlike her she had thin lips worth praising at least ten times a second, She had a smile of the Goddess. My friend still blabbering, I was least interested in his logical talks that had lost all the logic since we sat in the vicinity of that sweet girl. He paid the bill while I measured her dimple depth before the sandle heel.... Thank God those sandles were intact in her feet & we were out safely............phewwwww.......

A Billion Dollar question!!! Why did God made girls so beautiful???

Sometimes life just stares back at you and you just want to look away........
Today Avril's songs are so appropriate for me to listen to....

God you showed your back this time, you didn't turn up for me. Now just let me cuddle & sleep over my so lovely thoughts!!

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Woman.... :P

[It's just a random though that matched this Sunday's article in Sunday Times. Not pointing any specific person. And not at all to offend my lovely female friends..... :)]

"Woman's pleasure for man extends beyond the bed. She search for and find pleasure in his intellect, his conversation, his sense of humour, his idiosyncrasies, all his differences with her, few other things & most of all, in his fascination for her. Yeah she carves for ‘his fascination for her’ more than the man himself"

She loves to be liked but the other way round depends on her mood....oh my dear she's a girl....she's a girl!!!

She's that same lovely girl...

Kolkata....cholbe na, cholbe na!!!

In flight jotting's Tuesday, (14/07/2009)!!

In the heavy rain I stepped out,
Soon sleepy me, was flying above the clouds!
Weather was not good, flight was li'l shaky & loud!!

Sunlight twinkled air hostess's single pearl ear ring,
Suddenly I could feel my girl, I recalled her similar pearl ring!

She is still my most important thought,
The one with which I'll hate to part!

Our togetherness just begun like this Indigo Flight,
Both look short, sweet & shaky!!

Something I want to bring for her from Calcutta,
A gold coin & a chocolate box came to my mind intuitively,
Few things are way precious than there tangible aspect!!

Some faces catch your stare a li'l longer,
How can someone hold your thought for infinity... what I wonder...!

Flight bent a bit, sunlight entered again from the mini windows
makeup dipped air hostess's ear ring sparkled once more,
Her smiling face held my stare a li'l longer,
She flicked her falling hair, I caught up with my second nap!!
My girl is more beautiful was my thought!
Till the flight landed landed in the Bengali Land!!!

Three days in Calcutta went goooood.... the city expertises in her sluggishness... it's slow as standstill!!! The pimp on the park street will never forget me for my notorious(ness), atleast for 2 days he'll remember the guy from Mumbai. The two girls chelotte & florence from Belgium will at least remember me for sometime, and will remeber our gossip on coffee Table. My boss will try to forget that I snatched his blanket in sleep (we shared room). My vendor will not forget the PJ's I cracked during our dinner at 'One Step Up' on Park Street! I will not like to forget the Punjabi air hostess on the return flight!!

But I would like to forget her SMS received after arrival "OK, everywhere I am wrong. I am this, I am that. Thank you & Bye. Only you are the one who care, and you care I know. All the time you say that. I know & I respect that."

When irritated, frustrated or disturbed; I fight with my thoughts & feel a lot better!!!

Visit flurys when you are in Calcutta
& buy the Swiss Chocolates which I bought for her.....

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Another Random Shit....!!!

So tired I was today.... but this city has got something in it. It gets into ur ass & leaks some adrenalin pumping fluid seconds, u just get into the momentum of the city the moment you step out! And it is never slow. This is weird. This is weird. This is weird!! I was running to catch a local when I had lost all my energy & was feeling next to lifelessness. And in few minutes I became 'oh dam so excited' from '...mmm...need a nap'.

Been to Bandra-Worli Sea's a stupendous example of Engineering mind's capability. But it's a waste of money for commuters....bloody 50 bucks to travel on one side of it. Rs. 50 for a 5 minute drive???? Gimme a break!!!

She is so charming, sweet, lovely & innocent. She is so soft from outside but harder than ferrous from inside. She is always smiling, when so less has gone in her favour. She is a little child, our 15 year old maid.
The hands from which she washes utensils & cleans floors are smaller than my younger sister's hands. God has definitely not been fair to her!!

Nothing like male chauvinism, but it's true, Male species was tactically created to give special rights to Women, to make her feel important. It's Man who pampers women, it's he who is still blamed for anything to everything. It's man who works whole day in the office & is still made to vacate the seat in bus for the lady who is out on a shopping spree. Man's salary goes for baby's diapers & cerelac, and the woman buys her lipstick, gloss, mascara & stilettos. It's men who have been pampering these angel faced demons, who later infuse their venom into man's body. It's a conspiracy against male species. Tell you, men are being exploited & women still need their special rights. God has been partial :P ...ha ha ha ha ha. What an amazing write (girls take this one lightly :P)!!!

A break!! Yeahhhhh...., my offcial trip begns in another 30 hours. I am looking forward to Calcutta-vendor visit. I am eager to again see this intellectual paradise after 6 years. I wan't to be at some of the good places there, I want to be at so many places over there. 3 days look so less. I am looking forward to it.....

"A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked."

-- Bernard Meltzer.

Rock On!!!!

You can be no short of spirit when you run bloody
8.25 Km in 52 Minutes!

Rock On!!

Dil Kya Kehta Hai Mera Kya Main Bataoon
Tum Ye Samjhoge Shayad Main Pagal Hoon
Dil Kya Kehta Hai Mera Kya Main Bataoon
Tum Ye Samjhoge Shayad Main Pagal Hoon

Dil Karta Hai Tv Tower Pe Main Chadd Jaoon
Chilla Chilla Ke Main Ye Sabse Kehdoon
Rock On… Hai Ye Waqt Ka Ishaara
Rock On… Har Lamha Pukaara
Rock On….Yuhin Dekhta Hai Kya Tu
Rock On….Zindagi Millegi Na Dobaara…

Dil Karta Hai Sadkon Par Zor Se Gaoon
Sab Apne Apne Ghar Ki Khidki Kholen
Phir Main Aise Josheelay Geet Sunaoon
Mere Geeton Ko Sunke Sab Ye Bolen
Rock On… Hai Ye Waqt Ka Ishaara
Rock On… Har Lamha Pukaara
Rock On….Yuhin Dekhta Hai Kya Tu
Rock On….Zindagi Millegi Na Dobaara…

Jaise Jeene Ko Dil Chahe Jee Waise Tu
Meri To Hai Bas Ye Raaye Ki
Apne Jitne Bhi Armaan Hain Poore Karle Tu

Rock On… Hai Ye Waqt Ka Ishaara
Rock On… Har Lamha Pukaara
Rock On….Yuhin Dekhta Hai Kya Tu
Rock On….Zindagi Millegi Na Dobaara…

Rock On… Hai Ye Waqt Ka Ishaara
Rock On… Har Lamha Pukaara
Rock On….Yuhin Dekhta Hai Kya Tu
Rock On….Zindagi Millegi Na Dobaara…

Rock on!!!

Thursday, July 9, 2009


Rohit is eager to find clarity but it is harder than he thinks. Lately, his energy levels have become challenging and it is becoming difficult to control the events. It looks he was fast & ran ahead of reality!!!

He needs to be in control of the situation & so he's gonna focus away... He'll be involved in other things.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

This is love....!!!

It was a dull day!! I slept & Slept & slept.... & when I was not sleeping, i was simply lying on bed thinking about another round of sleep!!! It was touchy feeling, it was warm. Those tiny tears falling from my eyes made me feel as if 1 litre of water per tear is being sucked out of my soul. It was heavy, easy to jot down but tough reality. I was feeling bad about myself. How could I go so dam wrong. I was so sentimental, coz this time..... I wanted my pasta to be great tasting & not like the one I made last time. But those bloody onions were dam heavy on my heart, chopping them made me cry like a kid demanding 2 Rupee Lolipop!!!

'This is Love!'....that's the lingo I am following since last few days!! That's what I scream in my dreams, I shout when I wake up, I yell on the people around!! And I say while bowing in front of God or people deserving utmost respect!!! this is what I say when my treadmill reading reads '3.10 KM in 16 min.'!!! THIS IS LOVE!!! and it pumps me a li'l more....!! 'This is Love'!

Trust my words, amazing Pasta I cooked today! Yesterday's coffee, facing windy/rainy marine drive wasn't bad either. But more than that it was the whole set up. Never in my life, I have left my work, for a girl asked boss for an early leave & ran out getting drenched in rain. A li'l conversation with boss:

I asked: 'Sir, I want to leave early, I know I was late today but have to leave early. She'll be waiting.'
Boss: 'Dost, trust me, I myself believe, this is not at all the weather to work in office, please proceed'. (My sould brightens)
Me again: '(I knew, he's never gonna say no) Sir, have to go for a date planned long back'
Boss: 'Great, go dear. So you are steady with someone or...'
Me: 'Sir, it's been sometime with her, not very steady as of now, but..'. (Hey, my gal, I wan't to be very steady, get it :P)
Boss: 'Good, I am happy for you'
Me: 'Sir, Can't go before you approve those PO's I sent..' (Had to prove, m a dedicated employee :P)
Boss: 'Approved, you can go now & have fun'!

And in that heavy rain, he went to meet her, when relatives wanted him to be back at home, his father called from Delhi to be at safe place & friends worried coz he turned li'l freaky. He met her for few minutes, not fearing Mumbai rains & high tide!! He smiled, for he got to meet her. He dint not care if it was for mere few minutes!

She then left for home & left me with some soulfull thoughts!!
I romancing with my thots, getting drenched by will, took a mug of Coffee in a sea facing cafe' & that relished inner me. Others were trembling in a windy rainy day, but it was warm for me & I had a reason for that!

This is Love!

P.S. 'this is love' is 'love for life & the lovely moments it gives'