Writer's block

See... why i don't write as often I like too...well the issue is not that I do not have the ideas in my head or that I am short of words to explain the emotions...quite contrary actually...I have ideas ...oh man have I got ideas...and the words...rolling in my head...so then WHAT THE FUCK is the problem...well so I analyzed ...and here is the diagonasis...

I just don't like to login...well so would you be...see here...login to the hardware first...then login to the operating system ...then login to the internet...then login to internet explorer..now till here it is still ok...now comes the bitch....login to the blog...why...well...see I do not remember the password quite well .... on top of that the username is quite as long one...on top of that somehow I always get the combination wrong...followed by is it yahoo.com or yahoo.co.in or did I put the underscore in the righ place...SEE...see..

( just for the smart alec's..this is a office laptop and I cannot store PASSWORDS)

This just is utter boring...

So on the days that I actully write as in today....you got to admit that it is a herculean effort.

The other thing is the spelling and the pronounciation...so here it is...

for example the word "sacrilege"..i actually had to check in google for spelling and pronounciation...just stops me from expressing myself..
So there ...is the word that i have tumbling on my head..i know quite distictly the meaning ...but hey...the fucking spelling is missing...and so is the pronounciation,,,hence use 10 words to express and that too not in a really good way and voila....a post that is not exactly what I thought it would be...

and lastly...well not anymore any case...some moral obligation to write in a way so that it is not objectionable...well that is out of the window anyways...

oh I forgot...on top of all this there is this mouse pad on the laptop... now I am not fond of this gadget..that is why I carry a mouse ...however...frequently and accidently my finger touches the mouse pad and wooooo...I am writing at the start of the paragraph...and nothing makes sense...

(Again for the smart Alec...the disabling option for the mouse pad no longer exist...

And then there is the powercut...would you beleive it that my laptop has 20ms that is correct folks millisecond of backup...

So I say what the hell and go to sleep.

See...I hope you appritiate the effort I put in here...

Another one

Now there is something going on between the Volvo companies buses I take to travel from Mumbai to Pune.. and me.

For some reason they make my journey try to make my journey as miserable as possible

Last time it was dill bole haddipa and this time it was life partner.

Now life partner was not that bad...as in it was not bad as dill bole hadippa ... where in case somebody tells you to watch this movie....go ahead and abuse your heart out...

Well the Movie.. has three friends 1 divorce lawyer and 1 professional and 1 Son of a business man and hence a business man himself

The professional has one girlfriend whom he loves and who does not have any talent...the girlfriends father supports his daughter on all her venture

The lawyer does not believe in getting married or has a steady girlfriend

The business man is a virgin does not have a girlfriend and is despearate to get married

Now the business man's family decides to visit an old family friend and where the son finally marries on an arranged marraige basis and gets to have the much needed sex to relieve himself of the burden's virginity at last

The professional who went along with the family with his girlfriend also got married there

and hence after a few days decided to get divorced where their friend helped them with the divorce

The lawyer now gets hooked and decides to have sex with the same girl every night and decides to get married and it is here that he invites everyday and makes them meet each other and gets them all remarried...

End of story

The movie is boring but has a few instances of humor if you dig deep...

My recomendation ... Abuse anybody who recommends this one and strike them of your guest list

START WRITING

SHUBHO NEEDS TO START WRITING AGAIN....so does Aneri masi

the brainbit has kinda stopped penning his thoughts for some time now...and I miss the updates...wish he will start again...

actually..a lot of others have kinda stopped... aneri masi another example...

People what is wrong...I don't have much to do in life..one of the things I like is reading blogs...`so whats up....

Popular demand says that you need to fill in some bytes in he blog world...so hurry up

Dill bole Haddipa

Pet bole kadippa
sir bole daddipa
muh bole ..teri ma%$^#&%%^*%$^%$

Now the movie is a story about a girl who wants to play cricket with the mens team (nothing wrong here....sardar...raging harmones...ok...understood the concept)

Now nobody wants this kudi to play in the mundyas team with a very logical reason of different genders have different teams for some reasons ... no the hyper girl does not understand that and dresses up as a Mundya...ok

The guys father has a friend in Lahore and both hime and his friends have private teams...(nothing wrong here as well)
For the last eight years the indian guys team is loosing to the pakistani team...ok
So enter the hero as the son who lives with his mother in england and speaks english in American accent..ok...chalega

So the son who plays in england is a good player comes to india to help his father salvage some pride by winning the cricket match...

Now comes a really hot girl driving cars and jeeps is scantily clad ..as if just walked out of the ramp and into the jeep to woo the hero....

who somewhere in the film is suddenly wen missing...cause the hero wants his girl all desi...

well..why was this film made...

how come the Punjabi mundyas...known for their thurkiness miss the boobs whenever they do a pappi and jhappi....what the fuck is wrong here....

in the locker room how come they did not notice a fully clad guy everday for six months and not ask question

Given a choice of sliding down a really sharp object to stab my balls and to watch this film... I will go with the stabbing...

PUNE

another day another week another office..i do not feel the change

Negative

Newpaper article : The pyramids were not made by slaves and that they were paid for their work also they were given the honour of getting buried in the shadow of the great Pyramid.

Now the question : What is the point?

Why should I help others....hmm....self fullfillment ?

I wonder...

Death

The final fullstop for life...nothing happens after this.

Looks

I think I have lost weight...however two things kinda tell me that I may be wrong...

I do not see woman looking with lusty eyes when they see me..hmmm..since I have lost weight am looking like a moviestar....ok..so woman have not noticed...well may be they are not too bright..can't distinguish between good and bad...ah I am in Mumbai...too many stars here..let me reach Delhi...hmmmm...then the madness will start

However more importantly my trousers are still skin tight ... hmmm..they must have shrunk...too much washing you know...

SHUBHO

sir yes sir.....and let the history speak for itself...but for now...

SHUBHO is a married ...... with a capital M

however to my dissappoitment..as he said he will not put up with the actual rituals.... Man I should have been there....would have made this a time to remember...

Well some things just don't go your way does it... still that he is married only leaves me with getting Pete married and I ..only I would remain THE BACHELOR...

For sometime I was worried...Shubho seemed like sharing my throne... but now I am relieved ..... for Prashant is but a small issue and would be dealt in by close of 2010

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.....

OF CITIES

Now I am in Mumbai...last six months I have travelled between hyderabad.... delhi... Jaipur...Mumbai

All the cities are so different from each other..yet I am not out of place...Delhi and Jaipur I still understand as I have been living in Delhi for such a long time..but Hyderabad and Mumbai..they are so different from each other and from Delhi and jaipur...somewhere the Nomadic life seems to have kicked itself back to life and I have in a strange way started liking it.

Hyderabad was where I in true sense "got out", never been a pub or going out to drink person, things really turned with drinking at least a beer almost every night became a ritual of sorts not to mention clubbing...that was new and I did not dislike it primarily because I did not have to dance ...still very awkward when somebody asks me \ forces me and also because it was 10 Downing street..a pub where great music is played.

Jaipur.. would have been a really a drab place otherwise, but Padma..the conspirator of good times being there..hence Tabloo (Have already written about it) or some new place to eat. Once she left did not really have time to reflect due to the heavy work schedule.

Now in Mumbai ... this is my second stint here...lat time I came it was in 98 working for Birdy's by taj in Bandra..never liked it then, however now... very different experience..DUM HAI SEHAR MAIN...never seen such a safe place...though have not experienced the night life..the fact that none of the roads are empty is a testament in itself.

Let's see where my next destination will be...

conversation

Thakur, Sucharita I consider NRIs too
Thakur, Sucharita am a fair person.. no discrimination
Sinha, Arobindo hmmm...I am a dark person...still no discrimination
Thakur, Sucharita definitely NOT...colors and its shades are a part of life..
Thakur, Sucharita u must be thinking - what am I talking at 1 in the night
Thakur, Sucharita :)
Sinha, Arobindo no shade is shadey
Sinha, Arobindo nopes
Thakur, Sucharita :)
Sinha, Arobindo now you wonder what I am talking
Thakur, Sucharita no my friend.. I follow u..
Sinha, Arobindo to
Thakur, Sucharita and appreciate ur thought process on shades
Sinha, Arobindo indeed
Sinha, Arobindo or in thought
Sinha, Arobindo now that was clever of me
Thakur, Sucharita I like self appreciating ppl..
Sinha, Arobindo no body likes depriciation
Thakur, Sucharita u bet..
Sinha, Arobindo nothing
Sinha, Arobindo not the betting kind
Thakur, Sucharita yeah yeah.. I hear u..
Thakur, Sucharita how much did u lose?
Thakur, Sucharita :)
Sinha, Arobindo I actually gained.... weight
Thakur, Sucharita Mumbai food is it?.. or only air?
Sinha, Arobindo that is what I am full of...air
Thakur, Sucharita too much

Posts

My world of posts seems to have dried up over the last couple of weeks...

seems like everybody has taken a break ....

anyway..been busy thinking....

and as usual had some talk with Pete...put a small plan together...good thing...

AND now enjoy the pics of my Nephew Rishan...he is 3 months old...

Touched

Not sure how many of you would have seen the latest IOC fire in Jaipur.

The office that I work in is 4 KM away from the site. The blast that occurred at 7 P.M shook the building, shattered all the glasses, the false ceiling came down, the doors in the basement were blown away, people who were about to get in the building fell to the ground of the 80 odd people who were there most of them got away with minor injuries but the people who were in offices which were glass covered were injured really badly..others who were closer to the blast site were not that fortunate ....

I was not there....I had called in sick....

When I got to our other office from where the rescue was getting coordinated... and which was supposed to be the gathering point...the efforts had not started as the police had cordened of the area and nothing was allowed to pass... the problem this created was most of the people were left stranded, quite a lot of bravehearts got their vechiles out and took out loads of people with them, some found the way in autos and the most unfortunate few walked 7 KM's in a state of shock...and the worst were the people who had panic attacks...the shock will not go away for some time

This is the first time I have met, spoken to individuals who are victims...and for the first time I understood the pain people had to go through

How to become rich

I am talking about really rich...and I should not to slog for it

1. Born rich
2. Adopted by rich
3. Marraige
4. Stumble into a goldmine - while I am on a pleasure trip
5. Inheritence
6. In a natural disaster area, where I do not get affected, but get compensated
7 My Nokia phone(old one) is bought for a Trillons of dhirams as a antique
8 My Car is bought as a antique

Please suggest others, otherwise I will have to rob a bank...

Love

yup...I am in love...with Justin Shepiro, Megan Mc'ormak....I am ready to marry both of them even if they are not rich....anytime and any day..

Tabloo

Drinking alone has never been a habit, and it is a very difficult hab it to cultivate.

Off late have been going to a bar called Tabloo in Jaipur quite regularly with another collegue of mine, now that she is gone to get married.. I looked and Tabloo..and here is what I saw.

1. It is served by people wearing pajamas....
2. Tha bar is too small
3. It is too lighted..
4. The setting is just not right...since it has no roof...there is no smell of beer, smoke e.t.c on a oak table...well the tables are made of Marble...
5. It is more of a place where you would go with somebody...actually you should go only with somebody...otherwise no..

The point here is..people..I need a really nice place to drink and it should not be my room.... in Jaipur

Travelling Again

For work...and that is tiresome..to say the least...

Post

Since this is the last day of august...i at least should write something...since i have not posted anything since my last post...to say that I was feeling lethargic...or just tired...are just few excuses that i have stopped giving myself...end result...I did not write because somehow just did not feel like writing.,..

So what has happened so far...

1. I saw Hyderabad.. nice city..nice weather nice people...bad autowalas.'
2. My sister was blessed with another baby...boy...now people who have not taken a new born in their hand will never know of the experience...
3. To my great surprise I missed Delhi..
4. I now realize...completely...going to school was a big mistake

वाह क्या दिन था

Well Monday came and went by...but this one was special, in more ways than one...

to start with,

I actually now know the historical bearing of the Haryanvi word ग़ँणा... I know it's origin...you see this word actually originated quite receintly, I will say about 50 years ago in the Haryanvi litreture...a person by the name of Ghona da visited haryana, the amount of influence he left on people thgat they actually coined this word on his name, of corse no body remembers it now... but that is all right..


next in the evening i received a message from a dear old friend...well none other than Gaurav Narang, so I meet him over bottles of beer and disect the Chennai..and man is it fun... oh I did this after a long time i already feel a few kgs lighter... pity it will all come back in the morning....

Tomorrow I am off to the city of Miyans, enjoying biryanis ....

What do we worry about

No harm done...not to me anyway...well you see I don't know if anybody is harmed actually...see it diod not happen in a area where a lot of TV channels were there...well actually, you need to be really adventures to see the harm...

Here I am fretting about the heat, the backup power(imagine) not being there, the world at least people in india are glued to tv to see what happened to Salman khan's Heart... Then MJ dies...who won t20, what happened to Mahi(hate this name) ... man this is news... that a small area of only few thousand kilometers in the interiors of west bengal...people are dying...that can never be news...and this is the sad part....

I just wonder if the cyclone had hit Kolkata in a worse way would it be news still....how insensetive have I become....I just wonder...will I actually cry or help somebody...uhhhh ...will I question first or act...I think I have reached a stage where I or me matters... I think I will ask this simple question ... how does it matter to me... answer is usually it does not... so I move on...I know somewhere I will get hurt real bad... probably that is when I wll realise....