Sticky Post…

Time heals many wounds.

Time wounds many heels.

I use Titan and Vaseline Intensive Care…

You???

The Yahoo Bar that scrolls. AKA, My Darling Yahoo! is Dying.

Screen shots pasted here as cannot email them to Yahoo customer care and cannot also explain my problem.

4PM on the Court.

After a false start in 2007,the movie is happening, finally.

4PM on the Court is the latest baby.

Bit.ly/4PMCourt

 

Your Latest Trip.

Manik arrives from Chandigarh after finishing his shift@Dell.com and we leave by 12 PM for this with Gaurav.

Ye Achha plan haI!

Photos to come, as they happen.

“Times of India” is the most Gandoo newspaper.

“A number of our loyal readers have criticized us for our front page headline on the verdict of the Allahabad High Court. (2 Parts To Hindus,1 Part To Muslims) … The headline in question was clinically accurate….” Here is  the entire maan mera ehsaan disclaimer. ^{Tech Help.}

Just to begin with I would like to quote a Haryanvi idiom, “Aandhe ne aandhaa nahi kaha karte!” You do not call a blind man blind. I would like to vociferously juxtapose it to, “Gay aadmi ko gaandoo nahi kehte!” Please note that both the idioms are as (or even more) “clinically accurate” as the headline observations by Times of India on 1^st October, 2010. All they are capable of doing is inflame the hurt sentiments of the Andha / the Gandoo or someone else, too sheltered from everyday Hindi. _{(N.B. Asshole is a fine word, though. Even on the dinner table. So is “Oh Shit, Mummy! Aaj phir Arvi banayi hai! What the Fuck!”).}

Words make the world go ROUND!

Words from Soumya .

“Honest is the first word that comes to my mind when I think of Rahul. It was a true pleasure training him because of his keen interest in the training. It didn’t seem like he was sitting there because he was paid to do so. He actually wanted to learn. That is the best a trainer can get – urge to know more.

My pathetic response to a common email.

My Dearest Ajay.

Here is a small ABSOLUTELY TRUE INCIDENT for you and all others like you who must have received a lot of BlackBerries (I LOVE Strawberries) and Windows Tablets (I only need Prozac and Viagra) and the $ 490,088,069 that I left with my Nigerian extra-virgin 19 year old wife before getting killed by Herr Kuoni Mbvutu Jhingalala, the former dictator of Kuduakarnam.

Rains and R.

Never Never Nest.

Yesterday I bought one REAL Cool and Well Fitting pair of Sunglasses; Powered and Most suitable for Biking…

As soon as I paid I realized that they shall cost me 360 Rupees a year if I do not pay my Credit card Bill…..

36% Interest!!!

I Came Home and cooked my Credit Card…

Using Zippo LighterFluid!!!

Out Of Never Never Nest Syndrome ………..

Looks like victory of Fight Club… Happy!!! Ra.

Viva la Difference.

It comes from here.

Women vs Men! Viva!

Thus asketh Nitin Soni :- Why do women think that men are dogs and can think of nothing else but sex and that every erection without any action is like wasted Garden of Eden? Why do women also think that men do everything because they want to score with the woman in bed? Can we be JUDGED only by the size of our balls? …My anguish is at generalized thoughts as they continue to haunt and hound the MOST honest and sterilized of our breed. Worst is, we cannot even defend.

Unforgotten Language Skills.

Edd left India in 1998. Following is his Hindi comment on facebook.

Rahul Sharma My next to-watch musical movie, the poster of which I just saw in Bahadurgarh. “Ek baar bajaaoge naa?”

Edwin Orieva

Kya tum doe logonko bolrahahe. Nick confused hojayega. Hindi vow bhulgaye. Rahul, me soshtahu mera hindi bohot acha. Konsa movie ye tum dekenge. Unme kon star? Sharukh khan? Chota bachan yar humara Govinda? Lol! Howzaaaat coolie?

Playing The Rape-Game.

Rubens Rape

They get into a verbal, disenchanting fight at 3 AM and he walks out of her house.

Next morning.

She, on phone, “Hello baby! What are you doing?”

He, “Reading Indian Express.”

She, “Baby, I am getting ready to take a bath and then go to the Police Station for a rape FIR against you.”

Puff the Magic Dragon

Puff the Magic Dragon

This song *NEVER* fails to bring that odd-childish tear in my tired old eyes. So much so, I refrain from listening to this song in public!

Now the question that bothers me for QUITE a few years (Since Denali Training.), off and on, is:  who am I?

Happy of the BirthDay!

Allah tero naam, Ishwar tero naam Sab ko sanmati de Bhagwaan

Copied and pasted from FaceBook.
Is every *M*iddle finger worth it’s 3.2 grammes of weight that you KNOW that you don’t deserve?

They said, “Pati, Patni aur Woh.” They said. They talk a lot, right?

Post inspired by FaceBook comments of GuriSaab.

“Whoroscope” is how this one started!

From today’s IndianExpress.

Libra : – Most of the pieces should now have been fitted into an emotional jigsaw. There may be one or two items still causing some doubt, and if you have any sense you will rely on your experience rather than vague hopes. And that’s before you even begin to apply your abundant common-sense.

Go, Figure.

“Doobi doobi aankhon mein hain, sapnon ke saaye;
Raat bhar apne hai, din mein paraaye.”

Memory / Memories / Delete / Un-delete / Forget / Forgive…

My Father presented me with His Digital Diary, Casio SF-R20 in 1993. He took a backup of it in his newer model and gave the thing to me with all its paraphernalia, the two memory cards and the data cable et al.

I was pretty sure that He shall be with us for ever and hence pressed the Master Reset button that was under the battery panel.

It took me some years and by 2003, it had about 1300 names and addresses and a lot many birthdays and other events.

His data is with me in one of the memory cards that I keep in my briefcase.

That is a different tangent.

High Time?

Yesterday I went to the marriage and later reception of Jaideep, son of Gursharan Uncle. I met many of my Father’s old friends and was especially impressed by the unforgettable social skills of Raman Saluja and his devoted wife.

Had two large ones of Smirnoff Vanilla on both occasions. Came home and slept.

Now come the dreams! Weird ones.

I, Rahul Sharma, declare all the interpretations, now, OPEN.

Contentious Voter.

Sadly he belongs to 43%...

I went to the voting booth early as to avoid the rush. I should not have!

There are 20 votes at our address. (My Father was an MLA from this constituency and hence many people got themselves registered at our address)

ALL the names were there except mine!

Tried to inquire with the officials and they said, “It is not there and that is it!”

Who is responsible for this fiasco?

Another Sleepless Night.

Yet another sleepless night.

It is 6 AM now. Unless I knock myself out, sleep does not endorse/embrace me in my present condition! And knocking myself out is something I am trying OH so hardly hard, not to do. For how long? I would really love to know. For how long?

A Woman’s Work is Never Done…

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A Woman’s Work is Never Done

Woman’s Work

Early in the morning she rises
The woman’s work is never done
And it’s not because she doesn’t try
She’s fighting a battle with no one on her side
She rises in the morning And she works ’til way past dusk
The woman better slow down Or she’s gonna come down hard
Early in the morning she rises
The woman’s work is never done

Liberated Woman. (Womyn)

Really?

Women, of our times, are liberated. Working side by side with men and machines. At times, 24×7 shifts, as in call centers and other BPOs.

The only Cheapo!

Methinks, all companies try to make their product look better and costlier/expensive-er/un-cheaper than it actually is.

However, this  pen that I got form Ahmadabad is a total paradox!

The dear designers at Zhenjue (there is no website) have actually worked on the design to make it look less expensive than it is.

This one looks like a gel pen, replete with the ink-tank markings that are found on most of the pens of this category.

Here it is, with the cap closed. However, once we open it, what do we see?

Another Network.

How many online-networks
Must one join
To have arrived?

…

Happiness…

… …is being with YOU… …

New Year HAppy?

If

If you can keep your head when all about you 
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; 
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, 
But make allowance for their doubting too; 
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, 
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies, 
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating, 
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master; 
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim; 
If you can meet with triumph and disaster 
And treat those two imposters just the same; 
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken 
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, 
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, 
And stoop and build ‘em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings 
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, 
And lose, and start again at your beginnings 
And never breath a word about your loss; 
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew 
To serve your turn long after they are gone, 
And so hold on when there is nothing in you 
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, 
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch; 
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; 
If all men count with you, but none too much; 
If you can fill the unforgiving minute 
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run - 
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, 
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man my son!

And the answer shall blow in the wind.

http://www.youtube.com/v/A4nPJ-YYHBc&hl=en&fs=1

Still Blank…

There is quite a lot that has happened over these few months and might even be written over here and shared.

Especially about my coming to Aapdo Aamdabad (Our Ahmedabad) and the various experiences.

However, whenever I sit with this page in front of me, I get BLANK.

Today, again the same happened. For how long, I do not know. :-(

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Lets try to fill in the Blanks..

After shifting to Aapdo Aamdabad  I am working day shifts after working night shifts for sooo long  in Good Gaanva  and may be this is one big reason that I am drawing BLANK.

I want to write about so many things but then something new happens and I am not sure which  one should I be writing about.  I mean I end up composing sentences and then I delete them thinking “who cares”. But then I sit down again next time thinking “Well! some do and at least I will get someone thoughts on the happening in my life!”

Do I compare the Dilliwallahs and the Dil_lee(but never dee)_walis with “I a m not sure anything about them” Aamdabad wallahs and walis OR do  I write about my recent  “SPIRIT less”  life or  do I write about the Mumbai attacks that everybody is talking about or may be how the Dilliwallahs and Aamdabaad waallahs differ in their reaction to Mumbai.

……….

Ponder?

15th August. No Dreaded dream this time that I care to remember…

Yester-night I was scared of this on-going LONG weekend… There was nothing that i could think of doing. And I am off drinking here… I had resolved this before coming that I shall drink only in Delhi or in Bombay and that too NOT with a particular set of friends. Never here…. And I am keeping it good… There is always some lying in my house. My LandLord hides it there and keeps on offering me some, all the time… But not ME!!! But the time pass factor that daroo afforded is gone… Anyway, I finished the book that I’d started for the 4th time, by about 4:30 AM and then went to sleep.

I was woken up at 9 by two kids inviting me, like all other 160 house-holders in our society, to the inauguration of their “Papa’s new Mobile phone shop.” They were a Cute sight… Though I was Oh-so-sleepy, I could not help smile at the 5-6 year old child’s invitation.

Cleaning Grandfather’s .30 SpringField Carbine.

.30 SpringField US Carbine, shot using Nokia N-73. I was trying to provide some basic protection against the elements, as the monsoon is approaching and the care-taking abilities of Police in India are well known.

My Boss hates One Liner Case Logs…

I used to work in a Call Center with technical support (No Caps here). This is one of my case logs that I liked. Sorry for being so boring…

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Papaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My Papa… Almost GREATEST… EveryOne

Ship Matches in New York, USA ??? He WAS Loyal, you must say… Maybe, not a Loyalist…

Holi Day is a Holy day…is a HoliDay…

I was with Aunty, who’s nursing my very high Blood Pressure. Then it was the 3rd consecutive Holi Day and my Father’s BirthDay.

To My Friends…

This one goes to my most dear best-est friends who, presently, are going out of their way to placate and appease me, on these very frustrating and saddening days.

Listen…Enjoy… COMMENT

Once Again…Listen…Enjoy…

COMMENT

COUPLETS

Friendship:

Na jaane kyon dil use meherbaan samajhta hai
Woh dost hai to bus itna kay Ajnabi kum hai
(extrapolation: — the less Ajnabi a friend is to you… the better friend he probably is)

Hum wafaayen kar ke rakhtay hain wafaaon ki umeed
Dosti main is qadar saudagiri bhi jurm hai (muhabbat main nahi…. you see)

My Story (rahul’s):

For the Impassive and the Indurated this might be overwhelming

If you do not know about P Sainath and the likes of him, then you should and here you = “any person who cares about India and is not afraid of introspection”Google/Wikipedia/youtube P Sainath and it will give you some idea about him. But it is not P Sainath that I intend to bring your attention but the facts he brings forth. The facts Big Celebrity Obsessed media will never highlight and the facts that very few aspiring journalists are preapared to report/investigate on.Here is an video @ Berkeley

A couple of texts -

Poverty Media and Market Fundamentalism – a PDF you can save and then read

India Water Wars – a PDF you can save and then read

I have a couple of very good audio files but cannot upload them unfortunalely

Sainath’s webpage @ India Together Website http://indiatogether.org/opinions/psainath/

SomeConsolation!!!

Valentime Day ??? I feel that is one stupid day there for the marketers and people who fall for them!!!

Love requires NO TIME to express and manifest itself….

Agree / DisAgree / Go to Hell !!!

Myths ???

My Latest Original Theory.No Questions shall be entertained!

In order to get chickens you have to HATCH the eggs and not break them.

However, to make an OMLETTE, you need to break the eggs …

Also, Eggs once Broken and Words once squeaken cannot be done anything about.

So now …

My New Office

Never have I worked in an office this spacious.

Ms. Bhutto

Last night reminded me of the night when I heard the news about Mr. Rajiv Gandhi!

The feeling was just-so the same!

The anger, the helplessness and the futility of it all…

I *do* mind this scheme of things.

Ra.

My Darling-est Brother

Transformation Ver 2.2

For an interview with Dell Mohali, I had to do this. The movie shall have to wait. The Kingdom Rolleth Over.

 

Search Engine Terms

I was checking out the dashboard and found, under the Search Engine Terms, “Sex Sandal Videos”!!!

I tried searching for the same to see where and how the Sam-Holi-Hill my blog comes up and what I found follows.

Hope no one gets offended… We live in perilously sensitive times…

13th October

My BirthDay, Sister’s Engagement and Friend’s Wedding.

Shall be posting some Videos and Photos of this ONE busy day soon. My Nokia PC Suite seems to have developed a brain/mood/temperament of its own and is not letting me transfer the all data to the PC. Shall go to a cyber cafe and get them in my flash-drive and then post.

Shabnam & DivyaJyoti

Now, we rest for a week or so…

After a LONG schedule of meetings with the financers, and having raised the budget by 60%, we REST…

This is my new Job…

A Short Synopsis of the story that we are working on to be made into a full length feature film.

My contribution, here it is…

Wishing that horses could fly,

Yours truly

Ra.

I am the King of the World… OK, My World…

On 18th June 2007, for the second time in my colourfullll life, I was Coronated the King.

 Berozgaar.Raaja

Mum Bhai Bombay. All in one.

For the last 10 days I’m in Bombay for getting myself and OUR movie registered with the Powers that be! This city SOAKS and ROCKS… Makes you and breaks you. More on this once I’m on my PC. This one comes from the mobile Phone.

Yun hi hansi hansi main

I was sent a poem-on-request by Sanix, in response to what I read at Unique’s Blog Comment
Here it is… It is also posted as a comment on THIS ONE …

Shall be translating it in English Soon…

Yun hi hansi hansi main
hum dilon se khel jate hain
koi choti si teekhi baat
koi chubhta hoa jumla
koi zehar aalod lehja
sunne wale ke dil par ghao laga jaati hai
phir kitene hi talafi ke marham lagao
qatrah qatrah khon
tapakta hi rehta hai
woh ansoo
jo aankh se girta hi nahin
andar hi andar jam jaata hai
barf par gire garam mom ke qatre ki tarah
aur woh barf toh shayed
waqt ki garmi se pighal jaati hai
magar woh qatra
jab bhi pighalne lagta hai phail jaata hai
badh jaata hai bas khatam nahin hota
aur
yun hi hansi hansi main
hum dilon se khel jaate hain

Thanks a Tonne, Hazel. Thanks a Tonne…

There are Feminists and I found a Masculinist (?) !!!

This is what she has to say about US MEN…

I am SMILING!!!

Thanks a Tonne, Hazel…

Regards.

Ra.

Thus Spake Novalis

It is certain any conviction gains infinitely, the moment another soul will believe in it…

My conviction, shall write about it later!!!

Envy, Jealousy & Love :: Marriage, Not Natural, Invented Institution

This is something that I have to post here… So very INTERESTING…

 And today is Friday the Thirteenth…

What is jealousy?

Jealousy is one of the most prevalent areas of psychological ignorance about yourself, about others and more particularly, about relationship.

People think they know what love is — they do not know. And their misunderstanding about love creates jealousy. By “love” people mean a certain kind of monopoly, some possessiveness — without understanding a simple fact of life: that the moment you possess a living being you have killed him.

Life cannot be possessed. You cannot have it in your fist. If you want to have it, you have to keep your hands open.

Go And Catch A Falling Star

 

Go And Catch A Falling Star

Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all past years are,
Or who cleft the Devil’s foot,
Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
Or to keep off envy’s stinging,
And find
What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind.If thou be’st born to strange sights,
Things invisible to see,
Ride ten thousand days and nights,
Till age snow white hairs on thee;
Thou, when thou return’st, wilt tell me
All strange wonders that befell thee,
And swear
No where
Lives a woman true, and fair.If thou find’st one, let me know,
Such a pilgrimage were sweet;
Yet do not, I would not go,
Though at next door we might meet:
Though she were true, when you met her,
And last, till you write your letter,
Yet she
Will be
False, ere I come, to two or three.

An Engagement and a Few Fallen Stars…

She could be THE Eternal Spring!!!

Stori/Theori… 404: Page Not Found. Server not Responding…

 

There is this stori/theori, on how to make a shorter line of the two lines longer.

 

Draw it longer than the other! The Decent and Self-Esteemed and Gentlemanly and/or Ladylike way of doing things.

NOW, (and I am very sure about this, for all of us; correct me if I am wrong.) that there arises a situation where we tend to ERASE the longer one to make the shorter one appear Longer. Some do that physically, like in the idiom “cutting someone to size”. And SOME do that “In The Mind.”

Adieu

One of the BESTEST parting email that I ever received.

Dear Friends ,
As Its TIME for me to bid ADIEU to TEAM INTUIT , I want to take this opportunity to THANK TEAM from the bottom of my heart for my success in the organization .

I feel lucky to have been associated with team QUICKBOOKS , because the product is great and its stakeholders even greater.

Quickbooks Customers are lovely to talk to , warm , affectionate , simple to follow instructions ,friendly and loving creatures. Once they impose faith on you that “YOU” are the “PERSON” who has “SOLUTION” to their agonies , they would LET YOU DO YOUR JOB QUIETLY . I was establishing almost 20 NEW RELATIONSHIPS everyday lasting for close to 20 min.

Ik Sawaal main Karoon…

If I love you, what business is it of yours?

 

Johann van

Goethe

How to make a Woman-Beautiful / Beautiful-Woman… D.I.Y. Guide…

The Womanwaali beauty thing!

To All The Womyn!!!

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Hi All!

This one is dedicated to All Ye Womyn !!!

The men reading this, INTROSPECT !~!

House That Father PRODUCED…

No professional architect or contractor was engaged.

Using his PC and Brains, he designed each and every detail! He Slogged here…ALONE… Day and at times at NIGHTS!

He PRODUCED This ONE, like a BABY…

This was HIM…

Ra.

Being Crazy, Various Versions…

Version 1.1. Alternate Title, Being Crazy with Rain And HailStones.

On 11th February, I was over sleeping till about 3 PM.

Loud Noise woke me up.

There were hail stones falling. Some as big as 3 inches in diameter!

The force of the fall was LITERALLY awesome. Cleaning my soiled dirty balcony to a sparkling white. The falling, broken pieces were going as far as 20 feet away…

With my mouth agape, I grabbed my helmet (that has saved my life earlier as well in Kerala, and that one deserves

another one of its own!) and the thick jacket and the iron chair. THEN, I went out and sat in bangin-glori over there… for about 30 minutes, and then the rain stopped!

Then we went to the mountain top like this…

Before, I could light up a smoke Kailash went Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…………….. And listen to the Audio in the Video.

….. To Be continued!!! Edited and all… But that shall be done on Monday Next….. There are some latest uncategorized photos… Here…

Friends, I am TOOOOOOOOOOOO Tired of it all to think, write or do anything at all. I have completed <2 pages of Lord Jim in the last 7 days.
This all, whatever the fuc# it is, has taken the best of me! As of now, at least.

I have NOT smoked for 2 days now, and do not intend to do so till 22nd March, InshaAllah!

But all that, that is there to it is bad and I know I am rambling but let it go!!!!!!!!

Soon, I shall compile a list of all my online content and get it all organized.

4 Posts waiting to be finished!

However, I am blank and cannot finish those.

I HAVE started all 4 here…

Getting them soon once I am back in my mind. I am OUT, actually! Out in HELL!!!

Sorry.

Ra.

So Mote IT Be!!!

 

You come face to face with your fate today Libra and it doesn’t look too bad after all. A special link between your ruler Venus and the karmic node indicates you’re in a special place where life moves forward quickly and easily. There’s no chance of you making a mistake and missing your fate now. Following your intuition is a must. Special partnerships (platonic, intimate and professional) provide you with the support and opportunities you’ve been looking for. The advice of well meaning friends proves surprisingly lucky. What you imagine now has a strong possibility of becoming real.

This is my OFFICIAL IBM horoscope of the day. And it is BANG ON!!!

Believers, pray for me!!!

So Mote IT BE!!!

!~!

When the body was first made, all the parts wanted to be Boss. The brain said: “I should be Boss because I control the whole body’s responses and functions.” The feet said, “We should be Boss as we carry the brain about and get him to where he wants to go.” The hands said, “We should be the Boss because we do all the work and earn all the money.” And so it went on and on with the heart, the lungs and the eyes until finally the anus spoke up. All the parts laughed at the idea of the anus being the Boss. So the anus went on strike, blocked itself up and refused to work.

Within a short time the eyes became crossed, the hands clenched, the feet twitched, the heart and lungs began to panic and the brain fevered. Eventually they all decided that the anus should be the boss, so the motion was passed. All the other parts did all the work while the boss just sat and passed out the faeces!

Q: What can we learn from this?

Choosy Beggar…

She was dressed in inexpensive *designer-types* salwaar-kameez with a jhola to boot! Looked like one of those social-cause waali AuntyJi.

We were in our car at AIIMS crossing. That was the time when there was a Red-Light there. (I wonder why we do not call it Green-Light???)

“Hi Guys! How are doing today? Now, look, that light is going to turn green soon. Make up your minds fast. Give me 10 rupees so that I can have some tea. Come On!”

All in one breath!

We gave the money and WITHOUT a single word reached our destination!

 

 

Pakistani Strings…

Today we had our IBM annual day.

Strings from Pakistan were there.

Methinks, they should be made Ambassadors for No-Smoking Campaigns…

For 3 NONSTOP hours that they were there were there, I did not move one SINGLE inch for

1. Water.

2. Cigarette.

3. On the House Beer.

4. Rest to my Tired Feet and Legs…

THREE HOURS… They mesmerized and basically drove me CRAZY!

I am planning to emigrate to Pakistan… If only to listen to them on the Local FM radio. :-D …

Anyway, on a serious note, I shall start hunting for their CDs TOMORROW!!! And I am pretty sure I shall find them in abundance at Planet M and EBay.

This is ONE drawback of having an aversion to TV. One Misses on such PHENOMENA!!!

Ra.

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BESTTT compliment, EVER…

Yesterday I had gone to attend my Ex-Principal, Mr. B.B.S. Pathania’s daughter, Garima’s wedding.

He was talking to someone and said,

Travel and Travel And Travel !!!

It all started on 13th October, 1997, my 22nd Birthday…Spending Wasted- Time, doing nothing, living alone in a house with 8 Police Constables as company as all Family had left for Banglore. Dr. Naveen Kotwal, my God-Father of sorts came at 5 PM and said (not ASKED) “What are YOU doing here like this on your Birthday!!!” “Wait here… I will be back soon.”Knowing him and his very-very flexible definition of ‘soon’, I started working around on my PC and Music and all that regular distractions that were My Distractions…At 11 PM he came with a small carrier attached on to his chhaali-athhasi (DDX 4088, a KB 100 RTZ, referred as mentioned as in the vein of nomenclature of commercial trucks… Those who know, know!!! :-)Asked me how much Money I had!!! 70-80…Started waking up all the Policemen and gathered about 1,500 from all those poor chaps!!! (Imagine, collecting money FROM Police… hehehehehe)We packed all we could think of and ……………………………………………………………. This started… Read on…

Chatting with Himanshu, Prompted this one… Himanshu, this goes to you! And that GLORIOUS Decade of O.U.R.S. …………… We Were Kings!

Ra.

Beat THIS sleep-dream and YOU Win!!!

I woke up at 1 PM, today, as against the usual time of 4 PM.

The dream that woke me up is your Challenge Of a LifeTime!!! for today. :-D

Beat it and you get a Pizza or Aloo Ke Poronthe…

Here it goes…

Snakes and Leeches…

Here is something I emailed to friends a long time ago…

Sidhu Saaheb posted its reply HERE…

19-06-2001 8:59:20 PM,

Today I got my Fifth Leach bite and THE FIRST (TURRUM PUM PUM!!!) Snake Snick.

OK! Not a snake bite but YES!!! Surely a Snick…

Ab hua yoon ki, I was walking down the fields, my umbrella posing as a Lance and so I was there as Zorro! Slashing at the weeds and having a Time.

This idiot, nearly* 2 mts long and 2 inches thick, was lazing behind a bush, Lantana Camara, to be very precise, and as soon as I came near, Hissed!!!

What Now???

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These are the days when I am going through my bout of insomnia (Awwww-AGAIN!!!). I go to sleep, as they say, like a baby and then, in about 3-5 hours I wake up! just like that! BOINGGGG, my eyes open up and I am WIDE awake! And because of this, I am groggy-eyed whole day and night, my office time. And it is tough! The amount of risteretto that I have to consume makes a good enough peeping Tom out of my neighbours in the Water Closet, smelling: probably thinking, “What, the HECKKK is he pissing, from where, and at what temperature???”

Well Well Well…

Dear Jack,
I want a man who knows what love is all about. You are generous, kind, thoughtful. People who are not like you admit to being useless and inferior. You have ruined me for other men. I yearn for you. I have no feelings whatsoever when we’re apart. I can be forever happy – will you let me be yours?

Jill.

A woman, without her man, is nothing.

Dear Jack,
I want a man who knows what love is. All about you are generous, kind, thoughtful people, who are not like you. Admit to being useless and inferior. You have ruined me. For other men I yearn! For you I have no feelings whatsoever. When we’re apart I can be forever happy. Will you let me be?

Yours,
Jill.

A woman: without her, man is nothing.

Dog Eat Dog, And Bitch ???

Don’t you just LOVE bitches ???

“Bemurravat Logon ke tarle karte karte thhak gayaa hoon main!”

Apathetic People… Do they really deserve the concern that one, on account of one’s character, showers on them??? And for HOW Long can one go on without becoming apathetic oneself???

I have been thinking about this for QUITE some time… I do not get any answers. I do not WANT any answers. As I already know them. And them answers, too damned hurtful. Hurtful to Ego, to self… on the most basic level, To Self Respect!

And then, THEY say, no one can hurt/insult you without your consent! And I cannot counter this one… However, to be immune to such emotions, one’s self needs to heartless and apathetic enough, and that is where the story started! Right???

So, who wins the war?

Shit Fuck And All Others…

Just , SOMEHOW, saw Mr. Saddam Hussein’s Execution Video.

HE WILL GO TO HELL. dUBYA THAT IS… us O’A he SHALL GO THERE..

Mr. Hussein, I shall talk to you, with my Father in attendance, when I come to you!

And we shall see this ASSHOLE burning in the FIRE..

I PROMISE…

Pretty Much UPSET…

Ra.

Happppy New Year….

Hi There!

This was It!

And is sure to stay For a LOOOOOOOOOOOOONG time in TerminalResidentMemory!

Happy and Fulfilling New Year to Y’All!

Ra.

P.S. Out of the 100s of SMS that I got, ONLY ONE was worth saving and here it goes:-

Ring Out the Old; Ring In The New!
Ring Happy bells across the snow.
The Year is gone, LET IT GO!
Ring out the false; Ring in the true.
Happy New Year to You!

A Question!

 

 

I am off alcohol for the last one week or so.

Plan to be in this state till 22^nd March, 2007.

Attended MAJOR party by office and yet took only a swig of beer and that too with good reason! That reason, some other day.

However, now I have chewed off all my nails and this led my Cook / Secretary, Kailash to an interesting observation!

Thus spake Kailash, “We have limited *amount* of resolve in us! Now that you have given up daaroo, you have gotten back to nail-biting. One resolve has to compensate for the other!”

You say what???

Ra.

What is Beauty? Collection of right Skin and Bones, inherited from Parents ???

Now t h i s a r t i c l e hits the Hard Spot… Oh So Sweetly…

Selected Content From Yahoo’s 360…

I shall be moving selected content from my 360 here as this one seems better!!!

All shall be dated, of course…

Ra.

Driving Instructions

The MAPS…

To Current, Past and Future homes. (Houses?)

hI THERE

Caps Lock On… Darrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrnnnnnnnnnnnn……

Next time, I better be careful-er.

Ra.

Taggers and Taggees…

1. Do you look at country of manufacture or quality of manufacture while buying clothes?

Country: No. Quality: Yes. These days I am on a complete wardrobe overhaul. Having lost close to 10 inches off my W A I S T… I think I deserve to add buckets of interest into the credit card company. Good ones are being added!

2. Do you make sure the clothes you buy are natural fabrics?

I do not care.

3. Sunglasses, fashion or protection?

Wayfarer, wraparound, Aviator… All prescription! So fashion with a purpose.. :-D

4. If you were a dog, would you bark or bite?

Depends. Though, personally, in my present human form, I prefer to bite first and then BARK. Sad reflection!

5. Do you turn your cell-phone off before going to sleep?

I reach home at about 5 AM. And most of the people call then, while I am sleeping. So I give (I GAVE) my phone to my cook to note important messages etc. If he is not available, I have a profile, S.Exclusive, and 16 people are members of the user group called PingMe that has access to the aforementioned profile. So only these guys can wake me up when I am asleep. SidhuSaaheb is one of them. I trust their collective and individual wisdoms in letting this sleeping dawg lie… So, to make a dense stori condensed::: No, I do not switch it off.

6.You came home from outside and have an hour to kill before going out again to meet a friend. What is the most probable thing which you will do in that hour?

Listen to my music OR play one of the saved games from Half-Life or Blood.

7. What’s you favourite state of chocolate, liquid or solid?

Once again, depends. Where I am and who is with me… If you know what I mean!

8. What would you choose a noticeable pay hike or noticeable improvement in work environment?

Pay Hike! No Doubts. My job here is absolutely fabulous but one of the MAJOREST multinational in this Galaxy is one of the Poorest paymasters! :-(

9. What do you enjoy more… staying indoors with friends talking meaningfully or hanging around outdoors with friends?

Depends on what circle / group / coterie of friends I am with. (Flexibility ought to be my middle name…)

10. If all the music artists come to a deliberate agreement to perform their last concert on the same day, whose concert will you attend?

Pink Floyd. Others shall come to me via LimeWire…

Ra.

My Cellular Phone; Nokia 2280 and The Scare Ver.2.

In December 2004, I was in Pondha, trying to participate in a shooting competition. We were staying in a Gurukul as it was:-

i. close-by,

ii. a new experience and

iii. quite less crowded than the Shooting Range.

The REAL participants used to wake up at 5, take a COLD bath under an overhead OPEN mass shower,(I was told it was ONE hell of an experience, considering the temperature was close to 2-5 degrees Centigrade), have their SUPER-HOT Gurukul-Kangri Tea and leave in their Maruti Gypsies by 7.

I, however, used to get up at 7-8-9, have my Gukukul-Kangri tea and then walk to the place as walking there was fun…

One day, in the middle of the competition, I lost my Cellular Phone. (That story some other day…) I found it after 3 months when the guy who found it below the seat of his for-hire jeep, got to know what the thing was and some one had a charger. As soon as it was switched on, one of my weekly pending messages was delivered!

Losing by beloved 15 Month old phone was The Scare Ver.1

Version 2, MUCH Serious, happened last night…

At about 7 PM, my phone went BLANK, as it usually does as it is Java Based. It usually comes back to life in about 5-10 seconds.

HOWEVER, this time, 5 seconds became 10 became 20 became 60 became 1,500 became 16,420 and my heartbeat went up by a dissimilar proportion as :-

A) This is a Non-SIM-Card based phone and has about 750 telephone numbers. (And this figure of 750 is a VERY Very Conservative one….)

B) I do not have a backup, either on Paper or Digital.

C) I did buy a USB Data Cable about 8-9 months ago, but it was not the right model, so I had been using the WORLD’s MOST Expensive Radio (Guess this One, First winner gets a Pizza!!!) to charge my Phone using the World’s MOST Expensive Charger.

Till about 11 PM I worried myself about it… Then, the best thing I could do was,get philosophical about it…

I decided to buy a new phone and

Make a FRESH Start….

(I have been forced to make many of these, these days…Very sorrily/desperately/forcibly so, at times!!!)

But the entire night I had, apart from my other disturbing dreams, dreams about losing touch with the people whom I used to call.. People Dear and Careless enough to NOT call, EVER…

But after a lot of effort to go to sleep, (in the MOST awesome bedroom of my life, by the way!) I went down having drawn the conclusions -:

1. A) BackUp.
2. B) backUp.
3. C) backUP.
4. D) Be ready, ever-ready, to make a fresh beginning. As Robert de Niro said in Heat…

Tomorrow morning, I am sending my Cook to go up to Nehru Place and get the entire thing backed up and get a data cable as well.

Much relieved,

Ra.

P.S. It did come up at about 1 PM, today.

Awesome MISS Categorization!!!

 

They call this a Funny Poem…

Welll???

Ra.

 

Teaser

Hey! You!

HardWiring and Other Wiring…

There is, methinks, one “Hi” and ONE “Bye” per day in normal social intercourse.

Gawd only knows what her agenda was.

There was a “Hi” and then after a some time, maybe 45 minutes or 3 hours later, another one!!!

Then there was that innocuous touching that is considered to be the first tender steps of flirting. Invading the personal space of the flirtee…

Then there were irrelevant, however, professional questions being asked on a daily basis.

Irrelevant, as the relevant department was just across the bay! (SHE IS TRYING TO CONVEY SOMETHING…The bRAIN told the mIND!!! The Stupid mind, in turn, conveyed the message to this Old and lonely heart and other associated anatomical parts… Assholes, all!!!)

Then the second “Hi” got accompanied by tangling of her really LONG fingers in my receding and remaining hair.

Then my nape of neck started getting small brushes and ‘scratches’ and more “Haaai’s”.

R&R Love ???

 

“”"In real love you want the other person’s good.
In romantic love, you want the other person….Margaret Anderson.”"”

I read this prettily-bloddy crappy quote in last Sunday’s Times of India.

HOWEVER, IT HAD THIS STRANGE EFFECT ON ME!I AM Shouting…

It changed me overnight…

The Daroo helped, I admit, to think clearly deeper.

The BANG-wish transformed to a fatherly pat on the head.

She again smiled and went away. For good, hopefully!

…

 

It was a Joyous overture to a wedding. There were some guests from Pakistan as well, all catching up on old times and gossiping and basically having a good time.

It was Namaaz Time and all the Faithful did their Wuzu and the Groom’s Father led the prayer.

After it was over, one first time India-Comer Pakistani Uncle commented, “In this country, Namaaz in the Mosque must be pretty different from ours…”

The groom, my friend, my brother, ME, looked at me and gave that smile and I knew he shall say what he shall!!!

She, Her Raven Hair And My Heart!!!

My most internally linked post. From a most turbulent time.

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1. She was walking towards me, visible in my peripheral vision, towards my seat in IBM-Daksh, 444, to give her sweet smile and her FIRRRMMM handshake.

2. Her RAVEN hair were bouncing…

3. With each of her steps and bounce ::: my heartbeat was going up by 3.57 beats per step covered in my direction.

4. My cheeks were FLUSHED!!!

5. My head, sweat-beaded!!!

6. Palpitating…

Entry for August 15, 2006 The Freedom Dream….

Animatrix inspired Dream!

Yes, that is what I will call it.

Eeshhwar Yat Karoti, Shhobhhnam Karoti!

Hi Guys,

This is MY Original-Inspired-Pirated Stori!!!

Do not ask me why I wrote it up… The answer would be rather spitefully hurtful!

However, for a point of reference, it was written the night the second email for Bell-Canada SME and QS results came and I had a particularly heated —

i. ‘argument in the gent’s toilet’

AND

ii. ‘confrontation in the bay to the surprise of new-hires’

with two Very Dearly Different T.L.s here in QuickBooks : respectively.

Eeshhwar Yat Karoti, Shhobhhnam Karoti!

Once upon a time, long long ago, there was a King and in his court he had a very intelligent Vizier . The Vizir, though very deeply intelligent, had this very apparently-intelligent-however-very-irritating habit of saying, “ Eeshhwar Yat Karoti, Shhobhhnam Karoti!”(Whatever God does, He does for Good!) No matter what SH¡T happened! All the Loaded Richh and the Pooor Folks, unmindful of the Zeros in their Bank Statements, used to praise the learned Vizir for his vizdom and far sight in dealing with the realities and injustices in life.

Many of the admiring Loaded Richh and the Pooor Folks tried to follow his heavenly high way of life but ended up saying, “ Teri Bhhains Ki…Aankhh/Poonchh/Whatever” (Depending upon the extent of damage/pain/cheating-by-life/whatever).

Monday Blues. Time for Hollywoodian Revelation….

Past weekend I watched Ice Age 1 and 2, thank God for LimeWire.

As we all know, we listen to what we want to hear, see what we want to look at, and identify with specific and constantly changing portions, in books and in movies and in situations, pertaining to our present state of mind and vested interest.

(Precisely because of this thought, I mark my underlining on my books, (YES!!! I do mark my books..), with the date and cross-referencing it with my diary, probably at a MUCH later date, I can relate to the REASON why I did so! You see???)

I, Rahul Sharma, recently got a DeathWish….

Deathwish

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

A deathwish is English idiom for the complete disregard of one’s own personal safety, well-being or best interests.

For example, an individual who walks alone and unarmed in an area notorious for mugging may be said to have a deathwish. A deathwish does not necessarily indicate a desire to die, but rather an indifference to the prospect of death or negative consequence.

The reasons for an individual having a deathwish are numerous. Examples include:

*Love* Or *Six Degrees Of Seperation* Or ***What*** ??????

 

It was a merry birthday party.

He was one of those hyper-over-ever-active uncles who always have something to say about everything they hear and then their thought is followed by a stark, black or white judgment on the issue at hand…

I am sure we all have at least ONE such in our circles.

There were an eminent Doctor and Astrologer present, as well…

He, the hyper-over-ever-active uncle put forth a “hypothe-tactical situation” to the aforementioned two.

“Spose karo, there is a girrl and a buoy. They have a common Great-grandparent. Let us assume, their pad-dada (Great-Grandfather) was the same person who ‘sired’ their respective Grandfathers. Now, this girrl and buoy wants to marry. In your ‘esteemed’ judgments, is it proper? What are the medical and astrological conclusions?” (I am sure, he meant IMPLICATIONS.)

So now, Chautauqua of the day…

MyBaggage

I had been listening to this song, WishList, by Pearl Jam, for hours and hours and hours… and some more.

Then I kind of got way-over-too-full with it and then it struck me that I need to change the mood and the play list.

Some friends were over for the weekend and demanded to see some porn that I did not have.

Their incredulity, “Tere PC mein EK bhhi nahi hai???? Haw!!!!”

So for their viewing pleasure/necessity, I asked my flatmate if he had some and indeed, he did!

“rrrRahul, you are Emotionally soooooooooo Adolescent.”

“rrrRahul, you are Emotionally soooooooooo Adolescent.”

A VERY good friend commented upon, about a month back, while having a couple or three or five (As Ravi Shastri would have said!) drinks, LATE in the night and discussing my

present / the then

1. state of mind
2. muse. (MUSE ???)
3. my response to
   1. it /
   2. her /
   3. her things
4. my ponderings upon point 3. and sub-points a, b, c.)

The topic got dropped there-unintentionally-, I do not remember why or how, but it just slipped away and we –drunkenly- slept over it…

However, the next day, it struck me, the phrase, “Emotional Adolescence” and then………..

And I got thinking… “What is this THIS now???”

I was reminded of -:

E.A.

Justification is not MINE. The Offence / Amusement was slightly so… (Read part One.)

Justification came from The Commentator.

“In spite of everything that you have gone through and still are, you still have the capability to feel and think and act like an adolescent.

I meant it as a Compliment.

A Reliance Bill Collector and My Beretta 418.

Clink on The Lick. .

Yahoo Photos

Google s..

Trigger weight modification post is here.

He was out on his Job, collecting overdue Bills….

I was out on a roll with a bleeding nose, probably due to the oppressive heat that my room accumulates due to the east facing French-Windows. Had taken an off from my night shift and so woke up at 8 AM, instead of going to bed at this exact same time.

I woke early so thought of cleaning up the messy room.

Was deep into the dirty, dusty drudgery, so was in only my H-Shaped underwear. You know, the one that sexy male models NEVER Advertise or would be caught dead in…

I had cleaned up the Computer Table, stacked / stashed all my usable / unused-in-5-years CDs and was now into a Wills Navy Cut’s filter tipped smoke.

Bang ON!

There he was!!!

Wearing a cheaply faded cheap red shirt, at my door of the room that is on the first floor of the duplex flat that I Boss around with my own Super Ego.

Conversation:-

Turnaround ???

1) After being in 40” Waist size slab, all my Adult life, I have come down to 32”, with a small tyre bulging here and there, now and then. And by this coming birthday, I intend to get rid of the tyre as well and maybe aim for 30”.

2) After close to 27 years of Fervent, Painful and Disgusting nail biting, and Many-Many attempts to give it up; I finally gave it up… Over a period of 1 Month.

Turnaround ???

1) After being in 40” Waist size slab, all my Adult life, I have come down to 32”, with a small tyre bulging here and there, now and then. And by this coming birthday, I intend to get rid of the tyre as well and maybe aim for 30”.

2) After close to 27 years of Fervent, Painful and Disgusting nail biting, and Many-Many attempts to give it up; I finally gave it up… Over a period of1 Month.

Used a metal nail cutter on finger-nails for the first time in my life. Some Experience!!!

3) I do not know… What is the reason behind this turnaround.

4) Maybe The Mind was bored with the present state of things, as they were and wanted a change.

5) I think, I am loving The Change.

How I Spent My Sunday….

Technically and CommonSensically (Also Egomaniacally), I consider only 4 matches.

My Father (Glori ), My God Father, Umesh (My Old Cook) and Tanveer.

Tanveer was checking out my Pistol and then commented on the “hardness” of the Trigger. I told him that this was the factory default and “I have to live with it”…

Not a good answer to give to Mr. Tanveer Singh Suri.

He opened up the pistol to SUCH an extent that was not done even by my gunsmith. And, knowing him, I did not even think of interrupting him. He opened it up, found the Trigger Spring and, oh-so-nonchalantly took the pliers and cut it in half.

Meanwhile, I was cleaning the INNARDS of the pistol. Innards, that have never been touched… The Most-Private-Parts of my pistol were getting a Never-Before cleaning…

Then he and Saurabh, my soon-to-be-leaving BESTEST Flatmate, assembled it and the trigger, from having a ‘pull’ of 2.460 Kgs., it got down to less than 400 gms.

Now… NOW, without a shake of my shaky hands, I can Plug a Hole in ½ litre paint-can (Roughly the size of Human Head, hehehe) at a distance of 40 Metres!

Thanks to Tanveer,

1. I have a Better Pistol,

2. an addition to my Skill-Set,

3. and a point to myself:-

At least TRY the thing… No matter HOW scary/complicated it looks…

Happy with my Emotional Adolescence !

Ra.

Tuesday April 18, 2006 – 10:57pm (IST)

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Monday, August 23, 2010

I pity my getting flowed by and drowned in the moment and not taking any more photographs whereas I had this Digital camera gifted by IBM to late Dinesh Sehgal.

However, Tanveer wants to relive that day and we shall make even videos.

P. BERETTA-Cal. 6,35 Brevettata Gardone V-T 1937-XVI Model 418

Technically and CommonSensically (Also Egomaniacally), I consider only 4 matches.

My Father (Glori ), My God Father, Umesh (My Old Cook) and Tanveer.

Tanveer was checking out my Pistol and then commented on the “hardness” of the Trigger. I told him that this was the factory default and “I have to live with it”…

Not a good answer to give to Mr. Tanveer Singh Suri.

He opened up the pistol to SUCH an extent that was not done even by my gunsmith. And, knowing him, I did not even think of interrupting him. He opened it up, found the Trigger Spring and, oh-so-nonchalantly took the pliers and cut it in half.

Meanwhile, I was cleaning the INNARDS of the pistol. Innards, that have never been touched… The Most-Private-Parts of my pistol were getting a Never-Before cleaning…

Then he and Saurabh, my soon-to-be-leaving BESTEST Flatmate, assembled it and the trigger, from having a ‘pull’ of 2.460 Kgs., it got down to less than 400 gms.

Now… NOW, without a shake of my shaky hands, I can Plug a Hole in ½ litre paint-can (Roughly the size of Human Head, hehehe) at a distance of 40 Metres!

Thanks to Tanveer,

1. I have a Better Pistol,

2. an addition to my Skill-Set,

3. and a point to myself:-

At least TRY the thing… No matter HOW scary/complicated it looks…

Happy with my Emotional Adolescence !

Ra.

Tuesday April 18, 2006 – 10:57pm (IST)

Brad Pitt??? That don’t Impress me Muchh!!!

Today it rained.

It was COLD…

I go to Office on my Bullet Bike.

I thought of changing into my Heavy Jacket came to me…

The thought of putting it on thinking like Brad Pitt also came to my mind as well….

You know… George Clooney Style???

Entry for January 03, 2006

Happy New Year???

Same Saali Bhhasad…

Same saaLaa Everything…

Happy New Year…