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........

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From: rohit khatri

To: Himanshu Manchanda ; Pradeep More ; Ajay Bharara ; Archana Pandey ; Tulika Agarwal ; Prerna Sinha ; Rita Shome ; Vidhu Mathew ; Nuzhat Khan ; Mukta Borar ; Manu Sharma ; Swapna Basumatary ; Nehal Kachalia ; Neha.Gir ; Ramyaraj Rath ; Kanupriya Bansal ; Joyeeta Kumar ; Nitin Palande ; Paresha Pancholi ; Nidhi Arora ; Mithun Mahamuni

Cc: Rohit Khatri

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!

Rohit

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Good Times
Rohit Khatri

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!!

Agitated......

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.

PEACE!!!

after an unwanted break

Despite desperately wanting to express inner me, I was stopped from doing that by unavailability of 'Blogger.com' 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

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 :)

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!!!

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......

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