ROI....dn't knw!

Cut short:

Mumbai's getting into nerves, not as good as it used to be!!
CBTL (a Cafe'), Bandra is the place where I have been living, re-energising!!!
Now I own a Canon 1000D DSLR, photography isn't all that easy :) but it's still good!!
It's fun to teach young youths :) , feeling good to be a guest faculty at a design institute!!
Office is....little boring now, no matter, some intresting things still exist in that sphere of life!!
Life's little loner as of now......missing frnz....mumbai is all about ROI....u need to justify someone's, everyone's ROI!!! LOL!!
Need thrill, thrust for something exciting!!!

ZZzzzZZZzz.....

Best part is I am jogging & I am proud of it!!! J.O.G.G.I.N.G!!!

Mad Race

I have always been sure about the fact that Mumbai is one of those dam cruel cities where the man's worth usually lags far behind materialistic arrogance. Here every breathing creature ends up in the mad race for 'nothing'.

The other day, we had fun time at Colaba. I was in my own tunes while coming back. I always prefer to stand near the train's door & feel the lovely mumbai breeze. While getting down I pushed the person in front of me as he took too much time, he took nearly billion nano seconds to get down at platform. Few seconds later I had one of the biggest regrets in recent times. The person whom I pushed was a blind man, he stumbled before managing to balance himself on his weak legs. And there I was...showed my cruel behaviour in the cruel city & still standing strong & tall. To my regretful senses it didn't matter if I did that unknowingly. It is not by man's instinct that he becomes cruel here, it's just the city where everything by default gets cruel. The catch is...you can't survive the mad rush without being cruel to yourself & others. The world boasts it as 'NEVER STOPPING' attitude. We all hate it & still we all flaunt it. The NEVER STOPPING ATTITUDE.

And since than I have taken total non aggressive mode & pledged to show no aggression for a week, even if I am pushed, pulled, bashed, kicked or even thrown out. That's compensation for a pinching regret....

Regards
Rohit MAD RACE Khatri

Ufff...ufff....ufff......!! (for those who'll understand SAP transaction codes for retail buying)

Dear ME23N,

In week 32 AW09, I was playing scrabble with my sweetheart, she loves me so much & that is why she gave me inbound to proceed....

I picked 'A'

she picked 'Z'

I picked 'T'

She picked 'D'

I picked B''

She Picked 'R'

I also picked 'R'

Bingo...I made a word 'ZBRDART'. She had doubts over my vocab.

"No, there's no word like this in whole universe", she said.

"Cmmon baby, it's the most frequently used word in my life'. It is there & I made it & I earn points & I am leading....", I emphasised as I always do.

She started screaming at me & than cried...

I tried to console her, "sweetu, if you can not understand the word around which my daily life revolves than how are you going to understand me". I also cried.... I thought she's the one who always understood me, but i was wrong... She din't even knew ZBRDART, with which I muddle, cuddle, shuddle & do whatever whole day long....

We fought, we fought & our lives got delisted from each other's...Afterall it was 'ZBRDART', the command/ the transaction of my life. She got listed to someone else. Her STO was executed & is happily married near Hasangarh RDC.

I made a RPO out of her HUB & since than I have ME21'nd with a new girl. We often go for dates to Bhiwandi HUB.

ZPDF done, story over.... Mind you, I have not been taken on portal. Keep sending ASNs so that these PJs keep getting inbounds into your HUBs & RDCs.

Regards
Rohit B1G1 Khatri

Bhiwandi HUB

'?' Question Mark

It isn't all that difficult to trust someone. Is it??

Scattered thoughts, a coffee mug, those old aspirations, a few more dreams, sleepless Night & that few hours back fight.

Life is beyond obvious.

Running in Crowded Isolation!!

Again It's been running around, as it had been some time back & before that also.

It looks as if Life will pass away while I'll be running to catch up. To catch up with my early morning local, to catch up my office work, to catch up with every possible thing. Looks this running around will never cease. These days despite being ahead of schedule, I rush for the local, coz i should not be taking it easy . I do not remember a task in office which I have done in a relaxed mode. My phone calls, my SMSes all are getting squeezed in their respective dimensions. There's always a feeling of completing & moving ahead. I, Kind of forgot to be in the moment & live it up. To relish while being in it, while staying with it is a thing of past or a complete rarity. While I had been running to catch up, I have forgotten the 'Patience' & have come so far.

Last week, I was in a 9 Coach Borivili Slow (Local train), standing on the door, relishing the cool morning breeze. At Vile Parle, another man came & stood before me. In a moment's time some droplets sprinkled on my face. I tried to neglect but went mad on realizing that the man in front is sweating & wiping it off. These were the sacred droplets of his perspiration. This happened for another time. Now, I was intensely furious and pledged to kill this person, dare he do it again. I was big enough to make him shudder for his entire life.

Just when I had to get down at Jogeshwari, he spilled the holy water again & there I grabbed him from his shoulder, with a grip as hard & as aggressive as any carnivore will do to his prey. And I yelled, 'man, you are literate or yet to complete 5th standard, thodi to akal hogi. Paseena ponche ja rahe ho, peeche udta hai ye. Aa ab main tera paseena saaf kar deta hu'. He died than & there itself. I knew I can bring that fear.

He turned, saw in my eyes & whispered something that I barely heard, 'ye paseena hai kya?'. A semi bald man of some 45+ in Black trousers & a white shirt again wiped his tears. Not that man but I shuddered. All the while I had been running but now I stopped and rushed through my argument with him. The only thought I had was.....this city keeps crying & weeping, and we never realize. We all have turned numb to the loud beats of a Posh Disc, honking mercs, BMWs and beyond.

Cruel, yes this city is Cruel. It might be the most happening city of the country but it is CRUEL, the pace of the city never lets anyone realize whats going around, who's laughing & who's crying. People may still stop to see someone laughing but the one who cries is the one who is left behind & is left alone in a crowded jungle. Nowhere else you feel isolated & crowded all together, coz this city is all about running.

Running. You can not stop if you want to survive. And just coz of that I ran in Standard Chartered Mumbai Marathon 2010.....It's all about running!!

rohit, from the diary....

blurr.....

Events...these are full circle, yes a complete circle... So many times it all comes back to you, it takes you to the point where you started. At the end of the month your bank balance comes back to where it was at the beginning. After vacations you have to be back to same office & same desk. Trivial things apart, all you built gets eroded in moment's time & you stand wondering, just 'Y'?? A small word from your mouth destroys your beautifully crafted sentence. Your one wrong conversation destroys whole goodwill you built over months. 'Y' ???

Yes, why?? Why am I across same situation which bothered me so much last week, and last month & last year & whatever......????

Last two weeks have been strangely different full of events, good & bad. Bad is not as bad it used to be (May be it is worst and I am little used to it now). Good comes in small packages. I wish I could control all these. I wish I could stretch good things, I wish I could stay at Kashid Beach for another few days.... I wish I could have stretched a li'l more in Goa. I wish my boss could have acted-reacted in a better chilled out way. I wish I could change their thoughts, I could control my boss's actions. I wish I could control the events around me, I wish could have acted on my dreams....... I wish I could sleep a li'l more. I wish...I wish....I wish...

WTF..... thoughts are li'l blurr..... WHY?? WHY??
I need some clarity....I need more guts... I need all that zeal & passion of a kid, that was within me all this while I grew up. I need that firmness to hold on to my thoughts, my words, my sentences, my dreams irrespective of all the shit people around discuss about.

I want to be like a Bumble Bee, for whom astronomical studies deny her a flight because of her shape & body weight. But Bumble Bee flies & flies long without knowing any science, facts or whatever.........and than She screams loud WTF..... & keeps on flying!!!

Scream all the way....!!!

Confused....Stressed....Short of Time & Wondering!!! That is exact state of my mind.

Mumbai has given me freedom & brought me more closer to reality but it has also taken away lot from me. At times for moments, I feel deprived of my creativity, my passion & things look so obvious. My dreams weren't hollow pipe dreams but they look like getting away from reality & I so desperately want to hold them on. colourspill.com is on the cards but it needs a push, it needs the Zeal & Enthu, it needs more of me & I also need more of me. How long I'll not be myself, how long I'll do what I am supposed to do & not what I want to do?

All I know is that till the time you do not love to fight, it's not gonna be easy to fight. And you gonna lose if you do not love the fight!!! All I want is the love to 'fight on'. All I need is Love.

For a Day I want to run away,
Scream along all the way.
I stared deep down inside me,
It's a little rusty out there, and a little cluttered everywhere.
heart n soul are sleeping a little longer.

All I need is a bothering auto reminder,
A little worst than my fuckin-irritating morning Alaram,
Just to remind me to lift my ass, put on gasoline & run all the way,
Scream all the way, Scream all the way, Scream all the way...
I am here to stay, gonna make my way...
Just need that fuckin, irritating auto reminder...
colourspill.com will take time, but it's on the way...

For now, I want to be the best bathroom singer....signing off to hone my skills...

Bloggy, you are again on time for my rescue!!!
I am a proud marathoner :)