I want to laugh out loud... really loud... want to giggle till it's too much of it. It's been 2 weeks of fever/ illness. Holding back for so long itself is a big strain on your heart and everyday dreams. And it's enough of it so I need a break, need a fun time. It feels like being a rat. A rat being experimented upon by doctor's medicines. One will try his antibiotics for viral and other will give it a try to typhoid and infection antibiotics together. Fever does bungee Jumping on thermometer scale under the effect of those strong antibiotics. In the end anything happens or not one thing is sure, the stomach does take a toll coz it has to accomodate Mr. Antibiotics and the family. But still considering those doctors sacred for if one of their experiment succeeds, I'll be as happy as I used to be on successfully doing hit and trial in chemistry lab for titration and similar stuff. Doctor's are sacred and I have to have trust in them. And I gulp 3 more tablets putting lot of faith in them top it up by a cough syrup and another set of faith. And than smile while telling myself "Life is too Good".
Doing nothing whole day can be fun at times but continuing this for more than 10 days makes you feel so very freak. Can't explain how much freaky u can get!! Meet me otherwise.
Bimaari apart... On terrace, I used to do push ups everyday. Nearby building's reflective mirror wall structure always made me feel good as I saw my flexing muscles in them. My bathroom mirror looks dust in front of that humongous mirror offered to me by my generous neighbours. So I stopped looking into my very own mirror and started combing while gazing into that gigantic reflective wall. Now, who cares even if getting late, face wall and comb while climbing down, tuck in your shirt, adjust your belt and admire if luckily you got any good feature ;)
To top it all the sunlight thrown on face also gives a nice feel and new energy to start day on a high note. But....but.... one day to my funnily embarrassing amazement, i saw on the other side of the wall were three firangs staring/gazing/eyeing me like a crazy nut :P Thee firangs included a lady and two Gentle(who cares)mans. Oops....Ooops....Ooops... is all I said to myself and walked backwards...but bloody that was an under construction building ;) and its long since i used that wall as a mirror :P
Hota hai..... :)
Chal munne Get Well Soon :)
Long Live Bloggy...muaah muaah
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Friday, February 15, 2008
Held back.....
The worst thing that can happen to a person is when his heart has all the josh/ passion and his body struggles to match that Josh. Offlately, the chap has been cought up by fever. But still his plans for celebrating V day wer not much spoiled, just that exertion was attacking his breaths time and again. He has always cherished every festive season and every ocassion (NOTHING SHOULD BE MISSED). A dark choclate brick, a yellow rose, dinner outside and lone auto rides through the city were the things in which he indulged apart from smiling while staring happy-touchy-feely couples, who were immersed in the spirit of the day.
Its tough to manage everything yourself when you are ill and stay all alone. Thats one of the times when you miss your home and mum's caring attitude. I have always remembered how Papa never let the tension came on his face but did worried about, whenever I or sissy fell ill. Meanwhile this is such a bullshit to sit in bed and do nothing... He can not miss the sunday's match and also don't wanna miss the net practise tomorrow. He is doing best to get well.... God need help. Miss u mamma, miss u papa, miss u "sweet home". Missing you so very much mumma-papa.
Need to wash clothes and clean room, its been a week now.... no other option but have to get well soon. Wish Me "Get well soon" :) and I will be good soon :)
Monday, February 11, 2008
Sunday, 03/02/08
Bangalore
Sunday
Exhaustive Cricket Net Practise
A cozy nap
Eavening with impressive weather :)
Good Company/ Cool frnz
Barton Centre
Barista
Ice cream dipped Frappe
chat session
Brigade Road
Pop Corns
Magzines
Boiled Corns
PECO's (The Vinatge Pub)
Beer mugs
2 Beer Pitchers
senseless illogical fun :)
Paneer Pakoda
Stroll @ MG Road
Race @ MG till Kumble circle
Koshy's
Beer Bottle
Parantha/Sandwich/Mutton Toast
Walk Back home
Too many thoughts
Feel good factor
sexy sleep
Sometimes long sentences make a little difference!!
Time with "motee" and the so called "motherly person", 'the good company' and 'the worth mentioning day'!!!
:) :) :)
Sunday
Exhaustive Cricket Net Practise
A cozy nap
Eavening with impressive weather :)
Good Company/ Cool frnz
Barton Centre
Barista
Ice cream dipped Frappe
chat session
Brigade Road
Pop Corns
Magzines
Boiled Corns
PECO's (The Vinatge Pub)
Beer mugs
2 Beer Pitchers
senseless illogical fun :)
Paneer Pakoda
Stroll @ MG Road
Race @ MG till Kumble circle
Koshy's
Beer Bottle
Parantha/Sandwich/Mutton Toast
Walk Back home
Too many thoughts
Feel good factor
sexy sleep
Sometimes long sentences make a little difference!!
Time with "motee" and the so called "motherly person", 'the good company' and 'the worth mentioning day'!!!
:) :) :)
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
M HAVING A TIME
Finding a Sardarji's dhaba in this part of the country aint that easy man!! I did it, courtsey so many of colleagues who frequently happen to relish that food, the way I just did. It's jannat (Heaven) to have aloo parantha's with Shahi paneer in the land of Idli's and Dosa's.
The Foodie is on with his experiments... He roams around in the narrowest lanes of strangest localities, rubbing shoulders with the lesser explored creed of people speaking transoceanic language. Still to him it feels so much his own that he ended picking up "The Book". He sleeps with it, eats with it, the book stays within one metre of his existence, expecting to learn just by the aura of the diamond books publication, "Learn kannada in 30 day".
His recent acquisition: A pillow.. the one he bought in 55 bucks after bargaing 15 bucks. U naturaly do it this way when u try survive on a stipent, while not asking parents for the big moolah. Its pride. We do that...... n he does all this after reaching the strangest place in the city and exploring other 15 options including those of the big named hyper markets. 55 buck pillow makes him more proud, coz thats gonna be a part of his self managed balance sheet. The sleep on it will be the coziest. And the pennies saved will go for the weekend Feast :)
New place leads to the creation of never ending set of anecdotes. The events, experiences bring tremendous learning with itself... there might be hint of solitude but u tend to explore urself more in those moments of loneliness. It feels good to be loner at times. Changes happening are good, things have been awesome, experiences have been wholesome. And the moments are perfectly suited for screaming, shouting and yelling out........ "MAN...rough or smooth, easy or hard.... M HAVING A TIME!!!" TIME, thats worth jotting ( n ofcourse worth remembering).
The Foodie is on with his experiments... He roams around in the narrowest lanes of strangest localities, rubbing shoulders with the lesser explored creed of people speaking transoceanic language. Still to him it feels so much his own that he ended picking up "The Book". He sleeps with it, eats with it, the book stays within one metre of his existence, expecting to learn just by the aura of the diamond books publication, "Learn kannada in 30 day".
His recent acquisition: A pillow.. the one he bought in 55 bucks after bargaing 15 bucks. U naturaly do it this way when u try survive on a stipent, while not asking parents for the big moolah. Its pride. We do that...... n he does all this after reaching the strangest place in the city and exploring other 15 options including those of the big named hyper markets. 55 buck pillow makes him more proud, coz thats gonna be a part of his self managed balance sheet. The sleep on it will be the coziest. And the pennies saved will go for the weekend Feast :)
New place leads to the creation of never ending set of anecdotes. The events, experiences bring tremendous learning with itself... there might be hint of solitude but u tend to explore urself more in those moments of loneliness. It feels good to be loner at times. Changes happening are good, things have been awesome, experiences have been wholesome. And the moments are perfectly suited for screaming, shouting and yelling out........ "MAN...rough or smooth, easy or hard.... M HAVING A TIME!!!" TIME, thats worth jotting ( n ofcourse worth remembering).
Thursday, January 31, 2008
"Solitude"
Who said its good good and good all the times....
He had had comparitively happier times as compared to that of his pals, who were struggling to get settled with job offers and who were still searching for one. He was happy to be at a place where he wanted to be. And on a bonus, was pushed by the colleagues for the bigger and better things life could offer. But good times too ask for companion. With whom you laugh with, with whom to giggle with. And now with whom could he share all the big things he had done and if he din't do anything big than still he wanted to share all that small stuff. But it was all solitute in that single beautifully located room.
Two cellphones a laptop and so many other gadgets. However sophesticated they get, they never feel human.... Last night he felt so isolated despite being connected to the world that he popped up 5 choclates. 1 Munch, 1 kitkat, 2 Bar ones and one dairy milk. Choclates did killed isolation and loneliness. But all the physically tiring excercise he did for one weak was dissolved in cocoa and caramel of the choclates. Choclates accumulated back all the calories he burned while jogging hard. He had his sumptious heavy Punjabi dinner and slept like mad. And the mad kept sleeping till early morning, unaware of tens of phone calls which came from unexpected lot too. As if everything was planned to be so wrong. All waited to call me when Sleep was hugging me hardest, the way it never did in last one month atleast.
The madness is gone now, he is again feeling happy, the sunshine and the bright day is back. He is gearing up and prepairing to go for a jog. It will be a punishing regime of excercise for he had taken poisonous choclates last night and all that had to be burned by jogging an extra mile and skipping double.
May the good times flourish for everyone and all be far from haunting solitude. Amen
and the Good times will will go on>>>>>>
Fuck tough times
He had had comparitively happier times as compared to that of his pals, who were struggling to get settled with job offers and who were still searching for one. He was happy to be at a place where he wanted to be. And on a bonus, was pushed by the colleagues for the bigger and better things life could offer. But good times too ask for companion. With whom you laugh with, with whom to giggle with. And now with whom could he share all the big things he had done and if he din't do anything big than still he wanted to share all that small stuff. But it was all solitute in that single beautifully located room.
Two cellphones a laptop and so many other gadgets. However sophesticated they get, they never feel human.... Last night he felt so isolated despite being connected to the world that he popped up 5 choclates. 1 Munch, 1 kitkat, 2 Bar ones and one dairy milk. Choclates did killed isolation and loneliness. But all the physically tiring excercise he did for one weak was dissolved in cocoa and caramel of the choclates. Choclates accumulated back all the calories he burned while jogging hard. He had his sumptious heavy Punjabi dinner and slept like mad. And the mad kept sleeping till early morning, unaware of tens of phone calls which came from unexpected lot too. As if everything was planned to be so wrong. All waited to call me when Sleep was hugging me hardest, the way it never did in last one month atleast.
The madness is gone now, he is again feeling happy, the sunshine and the bright day is back. He is gearing up and prepairing to go for a jog. It will be a punishing regime of excercise for he had taken poisonous choclates last night and all that had to be burned by jogging an extra mile and skipping double.
May the good times flourish for everyone and all be far from haunting solitude. Amen
and the Good times will will go on>>>>>>
Fuck tough times
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Me @ Bangalore (Random thots)
Lake in front, City's most happening place about 1.5 Km, typical royal Kannada Landlord family. And lots of masti. That's how I can describe my week's stay at lake facing room.
On very arrival, I was informed about the cricket tournament in which our company will be participating, that's starting from next week...and all corporate giants of Bangalore will participate in this "CRY" organised tournament which asks for a participation fees of 35000 bucks per team...BINGO...this sounds too good, what better could I ask for? I love to play and they want me to play for their team (may be they consider me a good player :) , m happy). Yesterday only we had exhaustive practice nets and they were so exhaustive that I have been down with fever :(
Lake facing the room gives such a nice feel, that from the day I arrived, I have started jogging. This time, m gonna shed some of ma flab here.
Things look good in Bangalore, the crowd seems so young that the people who call city as a "pensioner's city" must be called fools.
This time my mentor @ VF seems to be lot cooler, and m having an awesome time with him. he is not only helping me out in my learning about professional life. He is also helping in saving moolah, acquiring goodies at a lot lower prices, he is helping me out in getting connected with people in the company. He has been a real support. Touch wood.
I am missing home, missing family and a lot. But have to be here for next few months or may be years and for that I need a companion, which cant be anything better than a GF ;) (add dher saare frnz also). And I definitely need some good moolah too, as Bangalore is not a cheap city to stay in and on the top of it outings ask for a good sum of money.
On very arrival, I was informed about the cricket tournament in which our company will be participating, that's starting from next week...and all corporate giants of Bangalore will participate in this "CRY" organised tournament which asks for a participation fees of 35000 bucks per team...BINGO...this sounds too good, what better could I ask for? I love to play and they want me to play for their team (may be they consider me a good player :) , m happy). Yesterday only we had exhaustive practice nets and they were so exhaustive that I have been down with fever :(
Lake facing the room gives such a nice feel, that from the day I arrived, I have started jogging. This time, m gonna shed some of ma flab here.
Things look good in Bangalore, the crowd seems so young that the people who call city as a "pensioner's city" must be called fools.
This time my mentor @ VF seems to be lot cooler, and m having an awesome time with him. he is not only helping me out in my learning about professional life. He is also helping in saving moolah, acquiring goodies at a lot lower prices, he is helping me out in getting connected with people in the company. He has been a real support. Touch wood.
I am missing home, missing family and a lot. But have to be here for next few months or may be years and for that I need a companion, which cant be anything better than a GF ;) (add dher saare frnz also). And I definitely need some good moolah too, as Bangalore is not a cheap city to stay in and on the top of it outings ask for a good sum of money.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
VENKATADHALAMURTHY
Delhi-Mumbai-Delhi-Bangalore-Hosh Posh-Ulta Pulta-Ye kya ho raha hai........
roko koi to roko...zindagi ki is raftaar ki speed limit set karo....
Anyways....another roller coster phase of life with happiness sprinkled, it is being enjoyed. TOUCHWOOD!
Lekin neend ki kurbani deni padti hai... maaa, m short of sleep!!!
Few notable things that happened recently...
I am jobbed :) not one but two offers :) and third one is lined up too
Getting marriage proposal ;) ha ha...crazy world
Masti@ Mumbai
Masti@ Bangalore
"VENKATADHALAMURTHY" first name of the auto driver who brought me from Bangalore station to my room. I was wondering about his second name :)
so many anecdotes, short of time and tiring day...
interesting things will follow on blogs and in real life too... :)
Adios
roko koi to roko...zindagi ki is raftaar ki speed limit set karo....
Anyways....another roller coster phase of life with happiness sprinkled, it is being enjoyed. TOUCHWOOD!
Lekin neend ki kurbani deni padti hai... maaa, m short of sleep!!!
Few notable things that happened recently...
I am jobbed :) not one but two offers :) and third one is lined up too
Getting marriage proposal ;) ha ha...crazy world
Masti@ Mumbai
Masti@ Bangalore
"VENKATADHALAMURTHY" first name of the auto driver who brought me from Bangalore station to my room. I was wondering about his second name :)
so many anecdotes, short of time and tiring day...
interesting things will follow on blogs and in real life too... :)
Adios
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