Growing up I had had lot of questions(mostly directed at my dad).And he would answer each one of them patiently.As the years passed the questions changed yet the each one was answered by him.But some of the questions haven't changed like "How much longer,are we there yet?"and still I get a calm patient reply.Well for some of the other questions there was ofcourse the google,wiki and other such "good sites":P
Growing up I had my share of crushes and crushes.
Some crushes were sweet, like the gal in the 3rd grade who on her last day at school smelled like a sweet candy she was giving away as a parting gift.sweet candy to drown the sorrows.My advanced smell sensors(this has nothing to do with my somewhat bigger nose,mind you) can still pick it up if I happen to 'smell' her again somewhere .But some of the other crushes were not at all as sweet or memorable as they were mostly spent under the class bully's smelly armpit.Being tiny din't help matters against the giant-assed-over-grown-mean-shit-headded-retards(why am I so whiny?).Sadly these crushes I can still smell some around me.
Growing up I was shy.I hardly ever had the courage(yeah courage) even to start a conversation with the member of the opposite sex.I used to get tongue tied,hanged,stabbed or whatever and had my sweat glands in over drives on my forehead,behind my ears and palm and other regions of my gorgeous anotomy.All the thoughts and wonderful filmy lines remained in my head and drowned themselves to sorrow death in the flood of sweats.And as expected I din't have a gf.Years later Internet came into my life and it helped me put words to my thoughts and those words sounded in your heads and well even though am no better now.But life is better.
Growing up I discovered books,movies,music.Yeah whats so special in that, you might wonder because its no big deal unless you are the the caveman dressed in a 2 piece sexy deerskin.But I just adore these stuffs a litlle more than you.Makes reality sweeter,sexier, bearable and awesome-er.
Growing up I made some amazing friends.
Abhinav who has a disorder to forget things(best guy to tell secrets coz won't remember a damn thing after 18 hours or less) ,aparna who is magically mad.(don't even get me started on the reasons for her madness and ofcourse the magic),arun the highly sensitive guy(hides it under blankets of oh-I-don't-cares),jayanth who helped me get a degree(will be a great teacher someday but says doesn't want to be :P ),vivek the partner in crime in the 2 years of college(though we discovered each other a bit late).Hopefuly these people wil be around me forever.
Not to forget
Amarnath-for being a centimeter or two shorter and thus sparing me from being the 1st in line at the assembly.
Prajwal- for having crush on the same gal and giving company in the quest
Sahana- for being the santa claus sans any gifts :P
and many more..
They make the chat window have a LOL and LMAO,gol gappas spicier,nights crazier,class funnier and in general life awesome-er!(atleast leave sweet comments in return for the praises :P )
Growing up I became the Devdas.I fell in love,struggled to keep it and then had my heart broken.Naa not really!! Was kidding but well, I did see others going through all that.One went on his knees in front of the love of his life under the trees as dead leaves of the autumn season rained around them,one popped pills and ALMOST(?) died to scare the shit out of his love to stay(and it worked) while the other drained bottles of beer on top of a bridge as he let go off his love.
Growing up I got a job on my first job interview.Again for which credit goes to my friends in a way.After college I was expecting to be buzy with work.But haven't yet, after 6 months.My situation is like a pregnant lady having a healthy baby in her womb but which is refusing to come out.Each time the frustration grows it either pushes out a hand and say "hey ya..I'l be right out soon mama" or puts the tiny foot out and say "am coming out...1...2...3.." or in rare cases peak its head out and screams like a teenager "am coming..just a minute" (teenager inside the womb!am goin nuts)but alas hasn't come out yet.(was it too gross?) yeah I am having labour pains without doing any labour.I still wait with great patience.Which is one of the things I have learned in this long break.Now I'm so bloody patient that if a doctor spots me he wil take and label me a permanent patient in some hospital.(like Anand bhai in munnabhai MBBS, but I won't get a bed)
Growing up I realised things change.Things are indeed changing for better or for worse(at their own pace).Why sudden realisation you may ask.No I din't hit puberty late(am 20 afteral!) and No No... am still shy in front of gals and so am still stuck being single(damn it!!).Its just that things change, how much ever you want it not to.The harder you hold on to something the faster it slips right through your clenched fist.Its like squeezing a ripe mango. Ok now don't imagine something else with that dirty mind of yours, what am talking about is kinda serious and sad. :P
Growing up I met you and this ones for you...
P.S: did it get too much of a senti-fest?
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Growing up
I am not a big fan of growing up.All those people with 'this-is-life-live-it-loser' attitude in life don't read further. I hate growing up.anything < 20 is the best. Well Growing up, I always wondered what Life was all about,was confused about god and I wanted to learn how to whistle well the biggest mystery was understanding gals.
Talking of life.
I am 20 (yeah suckers am younger than thou :P ) but I still haven't figured out what this shit is all about.Whats with this endless- mindless cycle of Birth, Living, dying(hair dye) and the real dying(GOTAK).It has to happen for a reason right??
Likely Reason 1- God!
If god is the reason then he belives in that 'karma' thingy like those bloody firangs these days. So God makes me pay in this birth for all the bad things I did in the pichla janam( raaz pichle janam ka might help now). Ok lets assume this is true, so we all like come, do shit, die, get reborn, pay for shitting in the last janam for free(like you do in public loo's) and later die again.Then we all go to heaven and live happily ever after(Thats unless you shitted more than you can pay for and ended up in hell and get boiled to death again). My problem is even if you ended up in heaven then what? You just watch those apsaras shake their booty all day long? (trust me even that would get boring after a certain time)
Likely Reason 2- No God!
Now lets assume God doesn't exist like most of these 'smart a-ss-theist belive.(So you can't say "Bhagvan aaj tak maine aapse kuch nahin maanga..pass me in this exam plzz)
Wouldn't that make the whole bloody universe a pointless excersise? ok a 1 in a trillion chance of some atom coliding with other excited thingy(WTF were they excited for anyways?) and thus created life( or whatver the theory is).A single living cell happened.And it divided and kept doin it and then a lil more and thus evolution ended up creating me and you.So now again like after all this these chance pe dance evolution happened.I will even assume that aliens exist and they don't look as hot as Megan Fox.NOW WHAT? Evolution keeps happening on and on, deaths, births happen blah blah WHATS THE BLOODY POINT OF IT ALL? I mean, in this senario though scientific and hip, people have no conciense of a supreme power checking on them so they get to keep shitting where and when they like and not pay EVER.The whole thing wil end up being a giant shit ball won't it?
So after reading this you would either be like "whoa this guy needs help" (90% of you) or whistling and envy my marvelous brain for having thought about it.(I know that could only be YOU! yup YOU)
Talking of whistling.
Growing up I always had this urge to whistle(yeah at ladies) but I still don't know how to whistle.I refered youtube for help and a guy who claims to be a great whistler tells me its just a 4 step thing.I do it and gag.I mean you put something in your mouth and blow.( it even sounds dirty and kinky)So like most things in life I get a great urge to give up.Will I? Will I never be able to blow whisle at a pretty gal walkin past and get slapped?( I dont want to)
Talking of pretty gals.
I love pretty gals. I love gals. I really do.But like most unlucky males am single and was happy.
But this converstaion with a gal who hardly knows me kind of pressed the alarm button and made me panic.
She: So what are your interests?
Me: books,movies,music,a lil photography,gals ;) (yeah was trying to be extra smart and cool)
She: gals?
Me: Yah you see every guy is interested in gals.:P
she: not really!
ME: what do you mean?yeah may be, if that guy is a gay!
She: well you you don't seem to be interested and you obviously don't have a gf..
Me:whaa..t?
BINGO AD: isse kehte hein ghaav....
Rather unsettled with that above conversation( And she ain't the first one..I have had these remarks from people for quite sometime now).I shared this conversation with my guide cum mentor and what-not friend 'mata-chums' and asked her opinion.
Mata-chums: yeah that means you are gay!
Me: :|
BINGO Ad (continues): Aur isse kehte hein ghaav pe namak!!
P.S I loved this song.Cute video and the hidden message it gives.
FIREFLIES- OWL CITY
Talking of life.
I am 20 (yeah suckers am younger than thou :P ) but I still haven't figured out what this shit is all about.Whats with this endless- mindless cycle of Birth, Living, dying(hair dye) and the real dying(GOTAK).It has to happen for a reason right??
Likely Reason 1- God!
If god is the reason then he belives in that 'karma' thingy like those bloody firangs these days. So God makes me pay in this birth for all the bad things I did in the pichla janam( raaz pichle janam ka might help now). Ok lets assume this is true, so we all like come, do shit, die, get reborn, pay for shitting in the last janam for free(like you do in public loo's) and later die again.Then we all go to heaven and live happily ever after(Thats unless you shitted more than you can pay for and ended up in hell and get boiled to death again). My problem is even if you ended up in heaven then what? You just watch those apsaras shake their booty all day long? (trust me even that would get boring after a certain time)
Likely Reason 2- No God!
Now lets assume God doesn't exist like most of these 'smart a-ss-theist belive.(So you can't say "Bhagvan aaj tak maine aapse kuch nahin maanga..pass me in this exam plzz)
Wouldn't that make the whole bloody universe a pointless excersise? ok a 1 in a trillion chance of some atom coliding with other excited thingy(WTF were they excited for anyways?) and thus created life( or whatver the theory is).A single living cell happened.And it divided and kept doin it and then a lil more and thus evolution ended up creating me and you.So now again like after all this these chance pe dance evolution happened.I will even assume that aliens exist and they don't look as hot as Megan Fox.NOW WHAT? Evolution keeps happening on and on, deaths, births happen blah blah WHATS THE BLOODY POINT OF IT ALL? I mean, in this senario though scientific and hip, people have no conciense of a supreme power checking on them so they get to keep shitting where and when they like and not pay EVER.The whole thing wil end up being a giant shit ball won't it?
So after reading this you would either be like "whoa this guy needs help" (90% of you) or whistling and envy my marvelous brain for having thought about it.(I know that could only be YOU! yup YOU)
Talking of whistling.
Growing up I always had this urge to whistle(yeah at ladies) but I still don't know how to whistle.I refered youtube for help and a guy who claims to be a great whistler tells me its just a 4 step thing.I do it and gag.I mean you put something in your mouth and blow.( it even sounds dirty and kinky)So like most things in life I get a great urge to give up.Will I? Will I never be able to blow whisle at a pretty gal walkin past and get slapped?( I dont want to)
Talking of pretty gals.
I love pretty gals. I love gals. I really do.But like most unlucky males am single and was happy.
But this converstaion with a gal who hardly knows me kind of pressed the alarm button and made me panic.
She: So what are your interests?
Me: books,movies,music,a lil photography,gals ;) (yeah was trying to be extra smart and cool)
She: gals?
Me: Yah you see every guy is interested in gals.:P
she: not really!
ME: what do you mean?yeah may be, if that guy is a gay!
She: well you you don't seem to be interested and you obviously don't have a gf..
Me:whaa..t?
BINGO AD: isse kehte hein ghaav....
Rather unsettled with that above conversation( And she ain't the first one..I have had these remarks from people for quite sometime now).I shared this conversation with my guide cum mentor and what-not friend 'mata-chums' and asked her opinion.
Mata-chums: yeah that means you are gay!
Me: :|
BINGO Ad (continues): Aur isse kehte hein ghaav pe namak!!
P.S I loved this song.Cute video and the hidden message it gives.
FIREFLIES- OWL CITY
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Colours
I wake up from a deep slumber like in a doped trance,
mind too numb after dreaming of a ugly pheasant’s dance.
The kaleidoscope lying beside the book of Brown,
catches my attention and I look through with a frown.
I see the colours that were sucked off my life al along,
dancing in merry inside the thing so small and long.
Compared to the smiling violet, cute indigo, pretty blue with rest of the GYOR,
the monotonous black and white of my life seemed such a distant boring blur.
The lust to have it all awakens in me and I,
fall in love with the kaleidoscope, to please my eye.
Trying to take some of the colours, I pulled and tugged without kind,
deeper and deeper into the darkest corner of my mind.
Until I realised I had sucked in all the colour and glamour,
but still deep down I felt bad, just like a newly ditched lover.
Only then I realised, it was the light that made the kaleidoscope colourful,
So I agreed with them, coz as they say only Love makes life beautiful.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
My dairy entry for today!
My cousin recently started writing a dairy.And the curious guy that I am, I leafed through it, yup totally ignoring the warning that said " U are so shameless.Stop reading other's dairy" and I invaded his privacy. Well he is studying in 8th std and in the same school that I had, the gr8 MPV. So I was expecting to get some juicy bits because as far as I remember, 7th-8th std were the most controversial years in school. My classmates would agree.We, the whole class learnt the taboo words S*ck and F*ck and used it generously.Thats not all, we learnt and did a lot of other things. So I was quite curious to find something like that in his dairy.
But sadly, I was dissapointed.What lay there was just a log of events with time and place.
"I woke up at 7.30 and left to school at 8.30"
" We played throwball in the games period. By the time of the bell, the score for both teams was leveled at 2-2."
and so on..
There goes my chance to tease him for sometime.Yeah am a lousy evil child teaser.Huh! whatver.
Anyways I myself never wrote a dairy.You may ask what about this blog? Well this is not exactly an e-dairy.This is more of a platform where I pretend to be smartass and come up with somewhat funnier pjs and tease my friends like in the previous posts. So well let me give you sneak-peek into what my dairy would look like.( writing like my cousin)
10:00 AM-
Sunrise! (never seen it for the past many months or is it years?)
My day starts at 10 AM when all the early morning walkers and joggers in the park in front of my house are replaced my college going gals who come all the way to college and bunk their class and sit under the shade of a tree with their jobless boyfriends. No am not jealous !
You would expect a line about how my mother/sister would be trying to get me off my bed.But no.They have stopped trying! ;)
10:20 AM-
Getting off the bed:(is the most painfull)
I get off the bed after reading through all the goodmorning and non-veg forwards to begin the day on my cellphone.Just as I step off the bed, staring back at me is a very horrible sight in the mirror.WTF is that? oh!
And scratching and stretching I walk down to make my mouth and breath 'tazaa'. Not that I blow on the face of every other girl I meet.But stil I do brush!
As my mother starts her usual "Is this the time?? all are done with their breakfast". My aunt who is here answers "no no why you scolding him? he is up early. yesterday he was even more late" I don't understand was she supporting or making fun of me? BAh! I don't care as I land my ass on the sofa and grab the newspaper and glance through it.The only part I read seriously is the cartoon section in the end.Well during exam I used to read the 'Horoscope section' too. But they were never helpful.
10:45 AM-
Start flipping through MtV,zoom- isko dekho while my mothers voice drowned the songs with her " First you get up late.Instead of taking bath doing puja or eating breakfast you have to go watch half naked gals dance around trees..raama raama..".
11:00 AM-
The pleasant honeymoon with TV and the semi-naked gals ends as Mom again launches into war of words this time a good measure of aunt and my grandparents thrown in for support.The lone warrior that I am is unperturbed by this volley of chaste remarks on my "lifestyle" as I refuse to bulge from the sofa untill I realise something and I run behind mom and start begging..for coffee. After the brew is in. my day begins!
after 12:00 PM-
Baaki ka time( yeah I still manage to have some more time)
Switch on the comp!
Staring out of the window.
Checking out the gal in the neighbouring house through the window.
Ok I don't do that.REALLY!
Net
Reading a novel
Staring out of the window.
Checking out the of the girl in the neigbouring house through the window.
Wait! thats her father!!
Oops!!
more Net, explaining to arun what I did alday
Messaging my friends!
'Yo wasup!!'
'Hey ther'
'Heloo'
Yeah rarely I do get a reply!
and more Net.
1.30 AM -
And then its time to sleep again!
But sadly, I was dissapointed.What lay there was just a log of events with time and place.
"I woke up at 7.30 and left to school at 8.30"
" We played throwball in the games period. By the time of the bell, the score for both teams was leveled at 2-2."
and so on..
There goes my chance to tease him for sometime.Yeah am a lousy evil child teaser.Huh! whatver.
Anyways I myself never wrote a dairy.You may ask what about this blog? Well this is not exactly an e-dairy.This is more of a platform where I pretend to be smartass and come up with somewhat funnier pjs and tease my friends like in the previous posts. So well let me give you sneak-peek into what my dairy would look like.( writing like my cousin)
10:00 AM-
Sunrise! (never seen it for the past many months or is it years?)
My day starts at 10 AM when all the early morning walkers and joggers in the park in front of my house are replaced my college going gals who come all the way to college and bunk their class and sit under the shade of a tree with their jobless boyfriends. No am not jealous !
You would expect a line about how my mother/sister would be trying to get me off my bed.But no.They have stopped trying! ;)
10:20 AM-
Getting off the bed:(is the most painfull)
I get off the bed after reading through all the goodmorning and non-veg forwards to begin the day on my cellphone.Just as I step off the bed, staring back at me is a very horrible sight in the mirror.WTF is that? oh!
And scratching and stretching I walk down to make my mouth and breath 'tazaa'. Not that I blow on the face of every other girl I meet.But stil I do brush!
As my mother starts her usual "Is this the time?? all are done with their breakfast". My aunt who is here answers "no no why you scolding him? he is up early. yesterday he was even more late" I don't understand was she supporting or making fun of me? BAh! I don't care as I land my ass on the sofa and grab the newspaper and glance through it.The only part I read seriously is the cartoon section in the end.Well during exam I used to read the 'Horoscope section' too. But they were never helpful.
10:45 AM-
Start flipping through MtV,zoom- isko dekho while my mothers voice drowned the songs with her " First you get up late.Instead of taking bath doing puja or eating breakfast you have to go watch half naked gals dance around trees..raama raama..".
11:00 AM-
The pleasant honeymoon with TV and the semi-naked gals ends as Mom again launches into war of words this time a good measure of aunt and my grandparents thrown in for support.The lone warrior that I am is unperturbed by this volley of chaste remarks on my "lifestyle" as I refuse to bulge from the sofa untill I realise something and I run behind mom and start begging..for coffee. After the brew is in. my day begins!
after 12:00 PM-
Baaki ka time( yeah I still manage to have some more time)
Switch on the comp!
Staring out of the window.
Checking out the gal in the neighbouring house through the window.
Ok I don't do that.REALLY!
Net
Reading a novel
Staring out of the window.
Checking out the of the girl in the neigbouring house through the window.
Wait! thats her father!!
Oops!!
more Net, explaining to arun what I did alday
Messaging my friends!
'Yo wasup!!'
'Hey ther'
'Heloo'
Yeah rarely I do get a reply!
and more Net.
1.30 AM -
And then its time to sleep again!
this was kinda spooky :D
Vishnuvardhan is a kannada actor who died today morning
I promise I hadn't saved such a name in my contacts!!
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Scarred to death
Taking a long puff off his beedi he blows the unholy smoke into the winter night.As the smoke clears, he sees a dark silhouette approaching him.Clad in a black saree,the pallu covering her head.Her beautiful face hidden in the darkness and the shadow of the looming trees lining the street.
Stomping the beedi under his shoes he walks towards her with a eerie confidence which detered her. He had approached the same way then and she had loved it.Her heart starts beating wildly as he closes in.Just like it had then. He stares at her as the wind blows her saree revealing her milky white waist.She could see the hunger in his eyes as he looked at her body.The calmness outside was contrats to the screams of her past.The screaming thoughts in her head were starting to build up with each second under his lecherous gaze. Then in one swift motion she pulls out the gun,points it at his heart. She could hear his heart pound or was it hers? Then she pulls the trigger and watches, as the bullet rips through his heart.She thought she knew the love he felt.She was wrong. Now she knew the pain he would feel.She was right this time .The sound of the shot merged with the scream and it echoed into the night.Just like it had when he had splashed the burning acid on her beautiful face.As she had cried in pain, he had sneered.Now falling down, he cought the last glimpse of her scarred face as the pallu finally gave way to the rushing cold wind. She sneered and walked off.Then she had wanted to share all the happiness with him and now she had shared her pain!
P.s: fiction listening to 'give unto me' by evanesence.
Stomping the beedi under his shoes he walks towards her with a eerie confidence which detered her. He had approached the same way then and she had loved it.Her heart starts beating wildly as he closes in.Just like it had then. He stares at her as the wind blows her saree revealing her milky white waist.She could see the hunger in his eyes as he looked at her body.The calmness outside was contrats to the screams of her past.The screaming thoughts in her head were starting to build up with each second under his lecherous gaze. Then in one swift motion she pulls out the gun,points it at his heart. She could hear his heart pound or was it hers? Then she pulls the trigger and watches, as the bullet rips through his heart.She thought she knew the love he felt.She was wrong. Now she knew the pain he would feel.She was right this time .The sound of the shot merged with the scream and it echoed into the night.Just like it had when he had splashed the burning acid on her beautiful face.As she had cried in pain, he had sneered.Now falling down, he cought the last glimpse of her scarred face as the pallu finally gave way to the rushing cold wind. She sneered and walked off.Then she had wanted to share all the happiness with him and now she had shared her pain!
P.s: fiction listening to 'give unto me' by evanesence.
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