Wicked asshole champ

"Today felt as if u were lost somewhere..hope everythng fine...nice meeting u...thanks for taking out time..u r still cared 4"

That's what you sent me. Your msg is cared the way you were/are. There are times when you gotta move on, forgetting many things. You gotta move on for the good & you gotta leave something for good. It was the message I wanted to deliver by showing all the pause I had in my body language.

The gift you brought for me from Chicago will be cheered. That one dollar & a cent will be kept as special gift. It's OK if you dint bring chocolates today. Keep them with you, coz by that you'll save me from adding few pounds :) into the tonnes that my body already posses .Chicago in pics looked amazing & so did the pics of 105 floor building + you.

There are few things that can't happen. There are few things that I wanted but I resisted & hence came resistance to your demand of bike ride. There are missions which must be accomplished . You gotta move on if the things around you don't. It's a lovely time in your life, it's a high time. Hewitt, Bank of America & what not. Carry on the good work & stay a good friend of mine. (Very heavy but so true)

Good friends don't talk the way you did today. When things go over, they sound crap. That's what happened today & I had to pause. Apologies if you are offended anywhere by any chance. But you know, it was simply a gesture of care for a friend, the way I have tried to be. And if you don't know recite this post all again.

I'll miss what I wanted, you'll miss what you wanted.

Don't forget to catch up to the golden fortune which is coming yo way in all this missing around!!We'll definitely get freaky, just crack IIMs, IITs, Harvard, Wharton or Kellogg, li'l lesser ones will also do. But don't spoil the party for not getting something worth a dime.

hufffff...... li'l heavy it was. Isn't it??? A bit unusual, so I need a li'l dose of laughter..... Get down to something better, you wicked asshole champ.....coz am leaving the arena in search of a buyer for your gifted dollar & a penny.

Wish you a sweet journey to success. Dare you forget to give me lift en route &.....

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I opened my eyes, & so ended my dream as if I turned down a princess!!! But my final report submission will deffinately be turned down. 7 PM & it's still incomplete.

------------------fusssssssss - aur gubbara jameen pe----------------------

Universal Shloka

"Bhen*%$d"

Pardon my words but few things don't move without using sacred Shlokas.... moreover Reuters have recetly declared above mentioned as the most used slang in India ;) & thats how I greeted Bangalore Autowallah's everyday.

If a person travelling in their auto is a North indian, it becomes their birth right to not return the change, to ask for tip or to escalate the fare in any other possible manner. And if you turn down their tricks on face, the words that pop out of their mouth are "Hindi log...." + some kannad. As if Hindi speaking people have been robbing them since their mother brought them on planet.

My travel in Autos & busses of made me an educated traveller. Obviously, we all travellers are fooled for initial few days when travelling in other cities, specially when the language spoken is alien. But after sometime the "Bhain&*%$" & similar slngs come to rescue. For all obvious reasons, using these words is no bad idea, coz somehow all over county these abusive words are understood in the language of their origin itself (Hindi). From Kashmir to Kanyakumari via Bangalore & chennai, people do understand the above mentioned word & get the sense speaker is in. Bingo!! Something we can communicate through, without having an interpreter. Communication at its best.

Even while sitting all alone I cant stop my laughter, on recalling the encounters that I had with Bangalore Autowallahs. I cant forget the time when I had to beg for my own money..... I was not well & was low on energy levels. Lack of change made me to give autowallah Rs. 100 note, the smallest currency note I had. I was literally robbed of all the change I had to recieve back. Autowallah never returned my money & the justification from was "who'll bring you at this crowded place in this much money & I shall keep it". My illness affored only few greetings for him by saying "Move on you Fu#$*&^ AS$@#*&" & the last was grand one "Bhen&^*% - Bhe&^%$@ - Bhe&^%$@", (they say its good if you recite thrice). But my money was gone :(

My knowledge about the autowallah community throughout country's metros have also escalated to a new level. Mumbaiwallah's are among the best & the Bangalore wallah's the worst, Chennai aint that good too. In Bangalore, elderly autowallah's are dedicated to their work & are comparitively more genuine than others. But no one minds extra money. BEWARE!!!

If you are a North Indian in Bangalore, travel by public transport & somehow escaped autowallahs. Than trust me, Bus conductors will deffinately suck your wallet atleast penny by penny (will explain sometime later). Don't fret, coz in return you add up to the knowledge & you get ready for bigger tours around the world.

did someone say lighter wallets are better for back & backpain ;)

people who are offended by the word used in blog must feel apologetic :P
Happy Travelling!!!

Touched.....!!!

I feel like feeling this feeling without revealing....coz on revealing the feeling might not be felt anymore.

I am touched!!!

It happens. At times it happens.

You are taken off, swept off of your feet and you realize that later. Someone's something touches you, without actually touching you. That's the part the physical touch hardly happened still the touch that happened, happened so strongly, which is like....Ohhh Goshh....

And that's what I am trying to tell you "I am touched"!!! It happens, it may happen for few moments, if not for hours or minutes. Than you become an owner of a touched soul.

But, the conscious soul comes out of sleep & tries to warn you of the consequences (whatever they may be). The fight between conscious soul & the touched soul continues. Between all this, you are forced to think. That's what happened & still is happening.

Sleepy me with Trembling legs is touched. Its 2 at night again. I dint sleep properly for past 3 days and this "touch" is still keeping me awake. The fight between Mr. Conscious & Mr. Touched is still onnnnnnnn...., forcing me to ponder a lot.

Dear Bloggy, whatever it is, it is sweet. At times you enjoy new feelings & you feel like continuing with feeling those feelings. It was & it is special.

And I am still touched.....

Dear bloggy
2 for you
Muaah Muaah ;)

Altercation & The Juice Juntion

An altercation followed some shopping. Issue was as always 'total senseless', still it happened. This followed silence between me & my roommate. We dint talk on the way back home & we dint talk at home. No gossip means there was time to explore something about yourself & something about the world around. So happened an after dinner lonely walk for a juice. Sometimes buying chocolates & candies for yourself feels so good & it did felt same this time also. The simplicity of the night looked so awesome and I might plan a fight with the roomie tomorrow also :) .

The lady at juice junction fighting with her husband looked so real in the artificially paced world. Although the husband managed to prove his superiority in the end but they looked like each other's very own possesion, bundeled in love, low on ego. Three steps behind were elderly uncle & aunty of around 70+ remembering their youth full days & the joys of those times. Believe me they still seemed to have enough romance in their lives. 10 mtrs ahead some guard served juices & eatables to three Sardarji's in their Ford Ikon. Sardarjis in Bangalore is a synonym of Joy for me. All this while I have constantly searched for turbened people in Bangy. A family of eight people were sipping thick fruit pulp from a thinnest possible pipe. Thick pulp moving through straw had exactly the same situation as my auto moving on MG Road at any hour of the day.

Five steps ahead were standing two labourers in front of Shanthi Sagar. Their clothes were torn like shit, faces spoiled with mud. Bet, under normal circumstances their own children will struggle to identify them. Whole body had brick powder & the signs of hard work. They looked like non Kannada people, people who reached Bangalore from some 2476 km far village to earn Rs. 50 a day. The distance and earnings are for sure have no relation. Today they'll return to their shelter with Rs. 44.50, coz I can still recall the mud hidden face, having spade and a basket in one hand and "The Fanta" in other hand. Throughout my life, to me fanta has never felt so refreshing. But this one, from a distance, felt more than the elixir. They had amazing time in finishing that Fanta from the bottle. I dint move from the corner, I gazed them from there, until they sucked out the last drop, overpowering all sciences of surface tension in glass bottle.

And I walked back home while nibbling, licking ma chocolate. The song on m Ipod was "Meri Kahani" by Atif Aslam. The weather of bangy was as innerving as it has always been. My roomie too had his own good time watching an animated movie on his macintosh. He had always bugged me with his illogical (some times very logical) gossip. So many times, I have desired to be on my own. But I failed, failed and failed until I fought with him.......Beta, hum kal fir ladenge aur bohot ladenge :P

Love ya roomie, my people, my world & the life
Muaah Muaah :)

Bangy!!....once more

...& the masti of the city never fades away....
Don't know, its character of the weather, crowd or the whole combination. I am also suspicious about the new age marketers' sophisticated chemical attack on the city to take the real estate prices at the highest peak... Whatever!!! The city does make you feel like running hard, stopping and than screaming.... "Man, the place rocks". Those who don't scream do wilder things. Things don't stop here.... Next you again want to run, try reaching a hypermarket to pick a can of beer. You end up searching a place, either very calm or with rock music to gulp down that can, which generally washes down all sins you acquired till the moment. It also kills the accumulating boredom. Than you dream to sit for a coffee & chat with a girl. A/The girl, either a complete stranger or if and only if you are among those lucky assholes, you end up with the one you have crush on ;) (the girl comes & luck runs out). Now you feel like gossiping or simply staring till the comfort level takes a hit, hit by like someone disturbing in between or like occurrence of the cyclonic turbulence which is happening in my stomach at this hour, this happens when you end up eating outside junk every next day.

In Bangalore, either you feel like reading good books & mags while being on a cozy sofa/bed or you feel like roaming destination less with your friends and doing all the things termed "DON"T DO IT". Here you want to go to 'Barista' for a coffee or 'Pecos' for a Draught. Its a city where you build upon your dreams & wants.... Its a city which makes you feel that urge to do what you want to or have been wanting to. It's a true cosmopolitan, with so many expatriates, with people from the southern, northern, eastern, western & central parts of the country, if these are the all possible parts. It is a place where freedom is in the air. Bangalore is a place...where at other times the urge is even stronger, in these times you don't feel like doing anything but dreaming or illogically blogging ;) . Whatever it is, it feels so good, feels so very me.... that's truly Bangy at its best :)

Bloggy, its ma last week in Bangy. If and only if I don't come here again :)

Tough....

24 days & m back....

Despite getting despo to put up a new blog, circumstances kept me away from it. And it felt as if missing ma girl like hell. It wasn't easy to be away from you, my dearest Bloggy.

Past month & a half have not been easiest but somehow the people around and their giggling faces made things little better. Every moment was struggle to keep concentration in control. Every moment was struggle with time, as it always seemed to be racing away. Every moment I wanted to lie on some one's lap (even mum was away in Delhi). It felt so child like and I had no option but to pose like the father of the universe. That illness made things so dull, so low, so dumb that despite wanting to jump & laugh there was a big struggle to reach even nearby. It was a time beyond my understanding. It was a time which made most of things difficult but sleep & idleness. It was a time I don't want to recall for any other reason but just to remind myself that I have wasted quite a time in all that dumbness & it's time to do some catching up. So, stand tall & run.... coz there's so much to carry, gather and rebuild.... & than winners don't lag far behind.

And now I carry only one feeling.... "When low times make you feel like a looser & it hurts like hell. But there on the created desperation for success brings BIG TIME."

Love ya Bloggy

Muaah Muaah

'stones poking ass experience'

Sitting on the rough floor of 'under construction' building in ma school, I have spent hours and hours. Not many students were more familiar with the ruggedness and the 'stones poking ass experience' of those wonderful stony roughest surface.

Sitting on floor, doing home assignments while cherishing closeness to mother earth was never a new experience to me. After all I was the one who was frequently rather too frequently punished for incomplete home assignments. Whenever work exceeded a limit, I preferred to take a nap and forget all that useless burden thrown upon by over educated teachers tyring to ruin my life by pouring hell lotta home assignments. Sleeping always looked such a nice thing... closing eyes meant shutting the channels of incoming work and closing notebooks from where home work assignments could peek out.

And the 3 out of those 6 hours in school I used to be poked by those stones coming out of unfinished, poorly cemented floors... batchmats did smiled at times, but all that never humiliated on me. I was my own king....doin work my own way...

Aaj bhi bohot kaam hai, aur fir kuchh waisa sa man hai....to shut my eyes and Sleep....all incoming work can be blocked that way. And floor is there, to sit upon and to complete work tomorrow. Easy does it.... :)