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.

Jab We Met - II

We had CRPF quick entry passes. Shortening all rows, we were rushed for "Darshan".
She along with her cousin asked if she too can get along with us and use the CRPF quick entry pass.

I was not sure but my friend who went with me, asked them to join. From 8:30 PM, 24th june, she was with us, we went for Darshan together, together we climbed further up, we came down, we talked, we ate, rested, snacked together till 3.00 AM. While Me & her were together for Ardhkwari Darshan, our folks took care of the luggage. For 1 and half hours we explored each other's life while being in Q. Her mother is in Heaven, brother in Germany, two sisters married & father buisy with work & friends.

We stayed together for about 19 hours and in all those 19 hours she came too close to me including the physical closeness (totaly unintentional). I haven't ever had such experience in my life, neither I expect any. Our liking moved from liking to infatuation to crush to..... don't know where will that end. It was 'Jab We Met - II'.

Though I already like someone, I am also liked by someone, I am shell shocked to get this 3rd angle to my story. Men have always been accused of poor faithfulness, low credibility, doubtful loyalty and the bad vocabulary of any relationship. But this time, I feel helpless, directionless and things are happening unintentionaly too fast (Men are more often trapped in situations than doing things intentionaly). Afterall, I was happy to pamper the girl I liked.

A girl so attached to me in 19 hours ?? Went even closer in next 2 days with plentifull of phone chats. What is it?? Is it her loneliness making her to move so fast or is it her shrewdness or she is doing for the sake of fun in her life? In any possible situation can a girl get attached to a guy so easily?

She is a Jatti (Surd) from Jalandhar.

Week at handling emotional issues, short of patience makes me vulnerable to be fooled here (LOL). And I never want this to happen.

Stunned by the strange happening & being true to my best, I look for intelligent responses to this true story, while I continue to pamper the girl I liked/like.

(I know, I might be laughed upon coz of the content on this post. I might come across swear words from girls. I might get some shit too. The girl I like, might refuse to see me again. The girl, who likes me, might change her likings. But it's a truth in front of us, irrespective of the reaction from freinds, I put forward, without any fear. It's the way men are made, I just brought an instance in the light)

Welcome to 'The Cafe' '

Coffee at it's best

1. Le Cafe', Pondicherry

2. Chokola, Hauz Khas, Delhi

3. CCD, Connaught Place, Delhi

4. CCD, Lido Mall, Bangalore

5. Costa Coffee, Green Park, Delhi

6. CCD Lounge, Hauz Khas, Delhi

7. Barista, New Friends Colony, Delhi

8. My Favourite place to hang out over a cup of coffee. They top it up with Awesome Music. Barista, Barton Centre, Bangalore.

(all pics clicked by Sony Erricson K750i cameraphone)

Sneak but Respect

huffff.... I know not many of you readers are soccer lovers. But trust ma word, today's tie between Czech & Turkey was truly incredible, stupendous, awesome, terrific and much beyond these hollow adjectives. It was no less than any Hollywood flick. One of the best soccer clashes ever happened in the history of EURO. Shrinking my elaboration of non fancy topic I'll say Turkey won 3-2 when they were down at 1-2 till 5 minutes before the game got over. You Tube does not have clips now but the goosebumps can be felt when someone uploads it. Will happen soon.

Coming from non fancy to a fairly attractive topic...

Before reading Maverick's blog, I wanted to write something on similar notes but Maverick pushed my inspiration barometer a li'l higher, so I write....

It's been lovely recalling ol memories of 'sneak a peek' thing. The Star Plus, about 8-10 years back sky rocketed late night TRPs. At the same time pretentiousness also peeked. Coz those supposedly sleepy people actually did something else. If you are not getting the crux...how many of you didn't love watching those kisses & smooches in 'Bold and the Beautiful'? A true man will not disagree with the amusement those Baywatch blonds brought with them at the time when even the kisses were in scarce on Indian screens. Half of the India hypocritically discouraged the scantily clad, beutifully curvy blonds on Television. This is the same half which postponed their sleeps & waited for Pamela Anderson's appearance in 'Baywatch'.

Being poor at understanding accentuated english, till date I don't even know the crux of those TV shows but trust me & my pals, it felt so lovely coz kissing happened in our own language. I still struggle to understand why on earth you need to have Life Guards like Pamela Anderson, such things can only kill more than they save, and the cause is overshooting pulse rates, I too struggled a lot to bring mine under control.

With the promise of going beyond these small confessions later on... I'll love to comment on hypocrites stunning the country with their deep dug out ulterior motives. When IPL happened, some felt 'Cheerleaders' gonna spoil ethics & culture of our country. I am stunned by such ridiculous thoughts. Dear grown up Netajis/ Politicians, peek into the laptops of your culturarised & ethicised kids & you'll get the bibliography of the projects they have been doing on pornographic websites, far more capable of hampering your culture. But do that only if you yourself don't like those short skirts & bikinis. C'mmon be a sport!!!

Let's be a li'l less hypocrite towards these well known secrets.

Last but not least, as stated in my last blog, I am getting on with birdwatching, while respecting the fairer sex & the soul warming beauty they bring with them.

:) :) :) :) :) :)

I have been watching Euro 2008 with so much dedication & with so much intensity but still unable to cut down tinniest of the flab from my body, all accumulated while perfectioning laziness in pre-joining (job) vacations at home. Jokes apart my team Netherland is getting stronger and stronger with each game they play. Thrashed France after dragging Italy to back foot in the 'group of death', Euro 2008 qualifiers and the dutch are singing strong.

How will you react to below mentioned situation....????
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You get something after longing it since the time you started showing the signs of maturity and your senses initiated the growing up process. You put a lot, struggle, dodge off barriers and reach the arena to compete with those who are also their to hunt down the same thing. You get knocked, you knock also. Mere glimpse of achievement put sacred intensity into your competitive spirits and you win. You conquer. You rejoice. You celebrate. You share all your happiness with your loved ones and also with the not so loved ones. You plan a party next day, call everyone, friends, new friends, ol friends, so called friends, to be friends, who were friends, disputed friends, freinds of friends, everybody & anybody (may be in dreams but you do). Next day you get up with a smiling soul & face just to realise that fate has stolen your biggest achievement with the smile you brought with you the early morning. You are converted from 'jobbed' to 'sacked'. The so very reputed organization, the among best value retailers of biggest economy of the world, sacked you even before inducting, that too in a 'disgusting illegal manner'. You pick up your offer letter, all the scenes from past unwind, exactly the way they show in Hollywood flicks, a tear rolls off your eyes. Did someone say boys are not supposed to cry?

After hearing so many unwanted sympathies, condolences & shitty philosophies from all kind of people, you manage to switch on your brain which went pause, which went NUMB for hours. You realise that the industry is at its bottom best & campus placements got over 4 months back. You stand, listen to Sunscreen among other motivational songs on iPod at late hours in the night. You flip your schedule by night activities replacing day time things n vice versa. Cocoon yourself to hide from neighbourhood baniya aunty's volley of questions, which go like this "so, beta when are you joining?", "You were supposed to join them from 16th June" and the blaah blaah which you would have enjoyed to answer if the things were alright. Gathering bits from the destroyed courage, you spread your resume to 100 consultants, 95 Alumni, 40 batch mates, 30 juniors, 3 faculties, 100 corporates/organisations and 2 relatives. Only 2 relatives coz...... (intellectuals know why)....

You ride 220 km/day on your bike with up to 105 km/hr for a useless person's demand of showing up before he could do anything for your job. "Fuck off", reaction when he backs out. When nothing seems to work, you curse your much loved Alma mater for the trying times. You start praying more often. Eat, sleep, read, watch TV, blog but don't enjoy much. You being a guy who crossed puberty long back, you lose enjoying charm of the awesome babes & bird watching. In simple terms you recede from 'NORMAL'. But still keep trying coz, after accumulating lovely degrees, world(including self) can only curse for not being employed with corporate.
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Believe me it feels shattering... confidence levels sink, slowly but steadily.

I can't stop myself from writing out this stuff, simply coz it's been really terrible time, when nothing seemed to go my way. Finally I am employed again. Recently somehow 3 offers turned up, nearly at the same time. Though can't get the package which I had, these offers are lot more satisfying than so many other things in life. And now by God's grace I am moving into the most talked about industry, I am into retail world. Choosing Pantaloon over other offers, I am happier than before. Now my mum will continue her halted shopping, but only after long thanks giving prayer to all the Gods she ever prayed. Father like all other times is smiling inside with least display of emotions, though he hugs me more frequently the way he did to motivate me when chips were down. I'll also buy something good for myself & Strawberry (sis). I'll again enjoy bird watching, the way I have always done while respecting the fairer sex & the soul warming beauty they bring with them.



Mr. Kishore Biyani........I am coming......... (but well grounded)

Despite carrying thousand thoughts, I'll end here while putting one of my favourite joyful pic clicked this April at Paradise Beach, Pondicherry. As they say in Kannad "Enjoy Madi" aka "Enjoy karo"....




Love ya all... Love me too & lets spread the virus :)