People

I like certain kind of people.
The kind whose whose personality traits crosses path with the type of person i am or I aspire to be.
Ones who like to wear or keep certian things no matter how old just for the fact that it is comfortable/ sentimental/ just works. Don't see a point in buying/ owning something that doesn't work. Ones that work, just do.
I like people who are angry at the world for right reasons.
I like who speak their mind.
I like people with wild dreams and who have the balls to follow them with an intent to achieve it.
I LOVE people who can take criticism with an open mind.
And those who sacrifice something little to make things work in a larger group, LOVE them. Its a difficult quality to have, apparently.
Some do something good/kind for no reason. Like them.
Some do the above and try hard to avoid anyone notice it. Love them.

I can be a snob/ wierdo/recluse more often than not.
I don't like people, more often than not.
See a pattern there? Yes there is.

Yo Country - Ma Country

	Your Country	My Country
Traffic sense	Resembles a REPUBLIC DAY parade where everyone follows the rule to the last word, if not then even the worst try and mimic the person in front.	It's more like BARCELONA playing football, Keep looking for gaps and pass/ drive when u find one. Very important and crucial factor being EXPECTING the run of you fellow drivers while passing.
Etiquette	Overtly polite ppl with more than generous use of Excuse me, Thank You, Sorry and Bless You's.	Temperamental and reserved when it comes to ppl we don't know. Show of hand is supposed to express emotions from Excuse me, Sorry, Thank You to Bless You. Depending on what's appropriate to the situation and the angle of the raised hand.
Smile	Polite gesture. Preamble to interaction.	Freaky/ Shady! Tactics to avoid interaction in most cases. Refer THIS
Pedestrians	Always a priority even higher than traffic lights and rules.	Roadkill.
WAR	Any conflict across the world --> Govt insists on it: Ppl don't.	Conflict involving self with neighbor --> Ppl insist on it: Govt doesn't.
Economics	19 McChicken Burgers = Brand new low cost Vacuum cleaner = A decent Shirt = A lap dance.	19 Mc Chicken Burgers < A decent shirt < Low cost vacuum Cleaner <<<<<< Lap dance .(if u manage to find one i.e.,)
Education	Politicians are. Kids aren't.	Kids are. Politicians aren't.
Directions	"9th and state street facing south, take a left, 3 blocks down the road."	"Domlur flyover? Take right towards leela hotel, ok? then second signal, go straight, u'll see total mall on ur right, OK? go straight, small tea shop and a temple on ur left? take next right, daambur road not mud road, ask anyone there. Actually mud road is a short cut but u'll get confused."

Operation Chi-Bang: Part 4

Contd from PART 1, PART 2, PART 3

~Flashback 2019~
The frail looking militant stepped forward and looked back @ the burly man, on whose nod he reached out and pulled a slick plastic covered rectangular piece from my pocket. The thick, smooth holographic plastic-like cover did not give away what lay sealed in it. He tried to make sense of what he held in his hand. Slowly, re-treading his steps, he handed it over to his boss, who slid two fingers into the small opening on the side of the cover and pulled out a card, the moment the realized what his eyes were now looking at, he put his uzi down and wasted no time in asking the others to do the same. Like the men-above had told, “Comrade, no rouge will stop u when they see this, but use it wisely”, and their words have come true and not for the first time. I don’t know how and why our C Kompany ID commands such fear.

After para-jumping off the Cessna 172 stolen from the sheik’s private hanger (VRN’s fix when our Plan A din show up) with the last 2 pipelines in our cargo, we landed in middle of the poppy growing - militia inflicted ACHMEDI area under the cover of night for the last phase of our operation. All we needed now is a point to right direction and path which does not put us in cross-hairs of the local army police. Now that our credentials were established and IDs returned, we sat around the freshly cut opium produce of the day and listened carefully to the chief’s instructions on a crumpled hand drawn map.

~FlashForward 2020~
VRN:
VRN was the TRANSPORTER of our operation. Co-ordinating our every move, a skill or rather expertise he honed during his time in the largest airline among the oil nations. And his daily proximity to the sheik’s private airline hanger came in handy during the operation’s crucial last phase. With him positioned at karama, the mission’s ground work had begun, their moves to ‘refresh’ the hesitant oil governments had started to what seemed like a people’s revolution back then, all key ones toppled one after the other making way for the so said ‘DEMOCRATIC’ process. This enabled the men-above to create a perfect diversion while we were carrying out our mission.

~FlashBack 2011~
“When were you let in on this?” I asked bob
“the day u left for CHI” he replied. Lighting another of his UltraLights.
“So this operation, it’s just 2 of us?”
“Nope all the FAB-4” he said. And my Jaw dropped!
“And none of us knew??” I asked pushing my jaw back to its place.
“Yupp. None but one” he said with a hint of suspense.
“Who?”
“The silent one!” He said, with a smile inevitably breaking across his face.
“He knew all along?? Impossible! ”
“Don blv it? Well, picture this, who surprised us with least amount of blabber of what i-m-going-to-do next talks? When we spoke incessantly- he was quiet, When we spoke of job change- he quit and quietly went to the sea, When we spoke on & on abt study & did nothing- he gave his xams and joined college! Quiet, well planned, and purposeful with least amount of fuss, and to think of it he happens to be the only one amongst us who never went to SHOOTFIGHTERS, now, makes any sense et all? He’s the man behind the scene, overseeing that our mission clicks like clockwork. And that's not the best part , I’v come to hear that his real name is not Nandu, that’s just one of his many aliases. Nobody knows his real name- he goes by Nandu, Francis, Ranbir or Chetta depending on who u believe. He’s the SPOC of men-above and our mission’s PUPPETEER”

~FlashForward 2019~
The opium lords were kind enuf to provide us with two of their horses and a cart, our transport. After 2 days and 3 nights of cold wind and sand blowing into our body openings we finally reach ACHMED OIL site. Nandu was there waiting for us, as he always was, one step ahead. He helped us unload the pipes and got to work immediately wasting no time. After 5 hrs of assembling, checking and re-checking finally a satisfied Nandu radioed our co-ordinates to karama and VRN confirmed a chopper would pick us up @ 0600 next morning, just before the break of light. As we huddled in a tent that chilly December night, a distant murmur of a Black Hawk that we waited for so long finally came by, Nandu shot a red flare star to assert our position and just like that, after 7 years of running from one corner of the world to another, Project Chi-Bang was finally over.

~Present Day (late 2020)~
With the operation complete, C Kompany had no reason to continue as a front. The company was taken over by a government organization to handle its “IT requirements”, the reason stated for purchase. Just a matter of time before it would slowly cease to exist. As for us the Fab4, we return to our mundane cover, waiting for our next mission, if time comes, if duty calls.

Signing off-
Shady: The Tactician!

Operation Chi-Bang: Part 3

Contd from PART 1, PART 2

“AC Ducts?? Wtf??”
“Pipelines” he said, like it was supposed to mean something.
“What?” I asked to make sure if I heard him right
“PIPELINE, SHETTY, PIPELINE” he insistently repeated.

Then it struck me. This is what it’s all about. The pipelines. All the talks and jokes abt “Our projects are in Pipeline” which we heard so often in C Kompany when pushed around, asking for work. Which we then laughed and poked fun on, except now, I’m too skeptical to break a smile let alone a laugh.

Bob filled me in on how these innocuous looking AC DUCTS were some kind of secret prototype pipeline set pieces, which, when delivered and assembled at each ones crucial junction will go on to create a golden loop and regulate all the 69 major oil pipelines of the world. This would somehow go forward to secure the world and has been a long awaited move waiting for it’s time in history to be made.

He further went on to explain how these had to be hidden for so long under the front of running a service company, as long as it took these pipes to become part of an urban legend from a most sought after hidden treasure by anti-national outfits to leverage. And that’s what they did, with a deliberate shady outfit as ours, showing random ups n downs, which declared profits in recession and not when market in upswing, employing best minds from automobile to tech to sports to fill empty seats, they pulled off a perfect cover with absolute overdose of randomness.

“Now you must be wondering - if it’s so bloody secretive, why was it hanging out in the open all these yrs” he asked.
“Plain view is the best hiding!” I reply in epiphany.
He nodded in agreement.
“What now?” I asked
“We are the delivery guys, the ones who survived after 4 yrs of screening to carry it out!” he replied
“Meaning?”
“The ones who’d deliver these pipes to all the 69 touch points, under the radar, unarmed. THE SECRET MISSION I wired u about!” he said .

~FlashForward 2020~
Now that the mission is over it all comes together, what purpose we served, why were we doing wha we did.

FAB:
Fab was the operation’s Techie, C Kompany was just her boot camp, was picked of all the techies, not cos she was best of the lot, cos she had more than just the tech stuff, something that can’t be taught, CHARM. The men-above tactfully arranged for her to be placed in SERIOUS company. There she, unknowingly, worked on code which was then being developed for next generation military surveillance and radar, tracking every cross border movement. She wrote codes which were pure poetry in geek world, sound and secure, which boggled even the best minds. A virtual fort. But as they say, nobody knows the weakness of a fort better than its architect.

The next stroke of brilliance from the men-above came when they, like master chess players, planned a very natural transition for her from the smaller firm to the BIG one, and not just any big company, it had to be the BIG BLUE. This obviously not without a reason, BIG BLUE’s command over the world system network is unmatched and that’s exactly what we would need later on. In years to come, with calculated and timely promotions, FAB would be at helm of a particular network division of our interest. Right where the men-above would require her to be when she’d be taken into our fold. And with Fab on board in late 2014 we had “under the radar” part covered.

Continued in PART 4....

Operation Chi-Bang: Part 2

Contd from PART 1

~FlashForward 2019~
“How do we move these to achmed’istan Oil ??” I asked a local opium farmer.
He looked at us, the beige jumpsuits we wore, it was a contrast to the blistering ACHMED heat treated arid land, perplexed and by now a bit unsettled, he summoned his gun totting henchmen. 7 of them. Mood of alarm had set in, they pointed semi-automatic Uzi’s at us and spoke rapid achmed’ani dialect. Bob translated it for me between his ciggi puffs, he had learnt the dialect or say quite a few local languages along with lotsa killer Krav Maga moves during his stint as Presaleman, a front obviously. He was this operation’s Translator.

Henchman: !@!@!@ *STARES*
Me: wha’s he saying ?
Bob: He’s asking me to put this ciggi down.
Me: Then why the fuck are u not?
Bob: Cos I don give a fuck bob !
Me: Say we just need directions. And put the fucking ciggi out.
Bob: !@@!!@@
Henchman: !@!@!@ *STARES*
Bob: Says he’ll shoot me if I don’t drop it till he counts to three.
Me: drop it, will u?
Bob: “Ah! fuck it.” He said and put his light out.
Bob to Henchman : “!@!@#@#@#!@##”

One of the frail looking henchman is instructed by, who seemed like, their boss. He slings his uzi to the side on his shoulder, lets it hang there and walks towards me.

Henchman to Bob: “@#$##$*(&*(&*(&”
Me: Wha’s happening?
Bob: “Don move or he’ll blow both to bits. That prick is gonna check ur jumpsuit’s pocket. I asked him to.” he said with a smile in the last sentence, smile, so did I, cos wha lay in our pockets will rattle their spine.

~FlashBack 2011~
“Fab left C Kompany to a SERIOUS one, VRN went back to karama, and Nandu became a sailor, I became a presaleman and you went to CHI" Said bob leading me down from the unlit server room on a spiral stairs, we must have passed 5 floors already I said to myself,
"What’s the connection?” he asked.
“Nothing” I replied.
“C Kompany- Shetty!!! each one of us was moved strategically or made to stay as per one’s level of involvement reqd for the operation” he said with a annoyed expression, which was directed at my cluelessness.
“What Operation?? ‘Level of Involvement’ in what??” I asked.
“THIS” he replied and flicked the switch on.

The sudden brightness, of what seemed like a dozen high power flood lights, blinded me for a minute but when my eyes adjusted to the light I saw a room full , tens if not hundreds, of what once were the Overhead AC ducts that had filled the now multicolor renovated Bldg 1 with it's newly acquired asbestos. I looked at it and looked back at bob. Wide eyed and confused.

Continued in PART 3.......

Operation Chi-Bang: Part 1

Wire dated Mar-10-2011 :
Chi -to- Bang

Subject: GOLD MEDAL??

Bob,
Off all the ppl who matter only u & me are left in C Kompany from our batch. Su left yesterday… Where do we apply for a medal in KMS??

-----------------------------------------------------
Reply Wire dated Mar-11-2011:
Bang-to-Chi

Subject: RE: GOLD MEDAL??

Gold medal rakhein hain khate...unhe bolein 5 saal complete hone pe secret mission pe bhejenge..wahan jaake puzzle solve kiye toh gold..
          Translates to: "Apparenly Gold medals are waiting for us... They said after completing 5 years they'd be sending us on a secret misson.. If we go there and solve the puzzle then GOLD it is.."



~Circa 2020 ~

Now back @ home, looking at this mail which, back then, i so childishly dismissed as just another rant from BOB. This is where it all began March 11 2011, what I forgot to consider back then was that with bob now in Presales he had much more info than what i blvd him to have. In all those unassuming banter we so often had after his so said TRANSFER, I never caught his clues, but now when I look back it all makes sense. C kompany, Bob, my Lucky break, The red satin ribbon around my neck right now and the big gold medal which it’s there to hold-everything makes perfect sense now.

The set pieces as they are:

~ Flashback 2007~

C Kompany:
Set in an unassuming surrounding, it could have very well been mistaken for a gdown than any workplace back then. It brought in a wide assortment of ppl, from dumb to super dumb to the street smart to the smart asses of out generation. None knew why they joined this joint. None knew why they stuck on to it for as long as they did. None know why they still are there and wha’s holding them back from moving. All these doubts were diligently answered with a single lazy conclusion: FATE. But the men upstairs had much more on their minds for how our fate would be decided by the mechanics of their fingertips. It was tough, barbaric, but nevertheless we both made it, and the gold medal stands as a proof to that.

~Flashfoward 2011~

I had just returned from CHI, jetlag and profusely sweating in BANG, thanks to the inhumane cold conditions that my body had taken to there. I called bob and asked him to drop by later that evening at my place, but his reply, the tone and the words he uttered, he said “come to office @ 11:45pm sharp. I’ll wait for u in ccd our usual table, come by walk and keep ur cell in SILENT mode” and he dropped the call. All this brought a strange feeling of doubt and awkwardness in me but I attributed it to my Jet lag.

As instructed I reached ccd a minute early @ 11:44. He was seated @ our table, smoking a Kings ultra milds, we hugged and he straight away put out his ciggi (very unusual of him) and gestured me to follow him. The place looked renovated, colorful and slick, all with asbestos ceilings and bight colored glass panes. For some reason the lights were out, and no guards at the table, Bob lead me with the torch, from wha seemed like a blackberry phone. We went straight to the SERVER ROOM on 2nd floor. Bob paused, looked back at me smiled and swiped his card at the panel outside the server room, all this happened so fast that I had no time to stop him from setting off the admin’s alarm, but to my surprise the door opened with a silent hisss. He walked in and I followed him there, the door shut behind us as we did.

Continued in PART 2......

Banalities & Absurdities

U never get what u want,
U get something u want, n that something doesn't,
U within reach of a thing, and ur wants change,
Between the wants and dont's what remains is true.

Pretentious glasses have blinded many,
Cosmetic feelings won't last like reality any,
Those serviced and served wud never know the table's turn,
Those whims and demands wud never know to provide when torn.

Find no emotion from a wounded brave,
In memory buried deep he holds lost grave,
To dare is not play in one's backyard with noble to bicker,
To dare is what seems like absurd to lay mind which knows no better.

The GENIUS within

Genius:
Defn: An exceptional natural capacity of intellect, especially as shown in creative and original work in science, art, music.

This, my friends is a screwed up version of the real meaning of the term Genius. Genius as a real thing is not a person or his exceptional ability to do something. It’s an instance of an external phenomenon that transcends into a being. Now now, bear with me here. I’m not trying to intellectualize some concept but to explain you one which really came across as a revelation to me and I personally blv it be the absolute truth.

In times long ago Genius was considered to be an external phenomenon or rather a spirit that possessed certain individual at certain time and place, which might have been triggered by some thought, or work or environment. Now this idea or thought process, as true as they blvd it to be, did two things very effectively:
1. The individual who was “possessed” the genius was indeed free of any obligation as he was a mere medium rather than the Genius itself. [Imagine a writer or painter not having to worry about facing a writer’s/ Painter’s block.]
2. These said people were free of any adulation and subjected to merely being respected, for the same reasons stated abv.

Ask anyone who writes or paints or does any work of creativity, and more often than not they would agree that, beyond doubt that they are “in the flow” at times, times like when they come up with the most beautiful words to put across their ideas, the finest details in theirs paintings, handle and transform the most delicate notes in music, and seamlessly so. That is the moment when they are possessed by the GENIUS. All of them will tell you that it’s not them who choose the time and place and frame of mind to be creative but it’s this certain “something” that shows up unannounced and makes you go into that mode. If that moment is past you then that piece of creativity is lost on you. You cannot conceptualize or think of an idea when u are possessed by it and work on it at a later point in time. Nope Nope. The genius would have left you by then. Taking that piece of creativity with it, to find another body to transcend into and make that it’s medium.

As among most of the other things, it seems like the GENIUS has it’s favourites and it chooses to be more kind on SOME than it is on others, that or these SOME individuals have found a secret way to invoke the genius that others are yet to figure. Nevertheless, the so called Genius, i blv, transcends into each one of us, may be in different capacities, in ways that you may not take notice, but it does. What you make of it, or rather how much or little, is solely left to what the Genius has to offer to you or what u can personally make of it.

Twozeroonezero

The year that was.. Started off in the backwaters of Kerala, wrapping it up in the windy city of Chicago!!! Whattay Yr !!
2010 had it's ups n downs but more good than bad..


~ The Low ~

A beautiful reln which was dismantled 3 months into the year that ran for as many number of years. Sad and regretful on many counts i may be but still would stand by that we did, twas the right thing. It was the right step. I would take the good things from that reln. Treasure them. March 10. This was the lowest point in 2010.


~ The High ~

Kick boxing got kickd in the butt, career took over, or sorts. Met some ppl der. New ppl. Funny Ppl. Interesting ppl. Met wid an Interesting person with a sick, lying, backstabbing habit too. That's a first for me, All that rolled into one! Well atleast something extremely wonderful came off that person. Got to know a spl someone, as much as i can rant abt the former bein a Bitch, i'm thankful for meeting and knowing the latter which wud not have happened without me meeting the former. The ups n downs and outright complications with this spl someone was well nothing short of amazing :) .. And the 4th of Oct.. Well was the highest point of 2010.


~ Everything in between ~

FRIENDS:
Well this department rocked big-mofokin-time. My roomies, Ah my roomies, they got to have a mention first. What times what days, from shivnilaya with Mava.. adding pattan and moving into PINK HOUSE, the dingy ol Pink House with it's water probs (SPL thanks to battery and his roomies :D).. Suri moving in with us for some days and his CSK love story :D :D ... him getting thru on NMIMS.. The RCB vs MI match... Finlandia .. My bike stolen (and recently found SPL thanks to Bangalore police).. And the last but definitely least (Not a typo) ASHOK BHAKSHI moving in with us and We picking our most prestigious abode till date the plush #649.. Looks like my love for koramangala would never die.. Ashok's bday in 649 was a super day.. Divya's gift THE BUBBLE GUN is still the most valuable possesion in the house.. Chikku's entry and LNU guest appearances all made a gr8 year.. Rout makeup was an yr end bonus so an old frnd turned to not-a-friend turned back to friend... whattay waste on 2 good yrs that cud have been.. we made up in what can be termed as the most feeble, eager on both sides make up and have rocked big time for whatever time v cud find in blore.. Awesome hangouts .. :)

Mridu (Above all ur my dude and i'm ur Soul Sis No.2 , nothing can change that :P )
Suri (Bombay and pineapple Awesome experience brother )
Appu (U have been a sweetheart all thru, some super good times in bombay)
Pooja (Thanks for being der)
BOB (some good sessions v had many more to go! And the "usb HDD" incident for DEXTER : - “CLASSIC” )
Pravita (Good days, GMAT and otherwise :) )
Kurup ( Awesome times dude.. Pineapple year for u this one :) )
Mani (A patient lady, Gracious yet patient, and for putting up with the FB fiasco :P )
Shiva (As always our intellect talks of virtual nothings are a treat, as they have been since college)
Su ( Smile )
Arun ( The missing link for most part of the yr! Work hard and remember Liverpool sucks :P )

WORK n STUDY n MOVIES:
On work front, well this can be counted as the most fruitful in terms of progress. Some crazy days, crappy days and Super good days. C Company is still doin good for me… A maiden TRY to get back to books was screwed by the RESCHEDULE(s).. My obsession with Movies and Series are as healthy as they were last year. Watching PHOONK 2 on the big screen was the most enjoyable experience company wise :) ..

All said and done now waiting for 2011 ... eager to see what this one's got in store!

Duh Wednesday

T : Jus lookin out my window facin the street and i think “Something’s amiss..... FKKKK .... my bike” !!!

T+2: After seein the keys on the floor with my helmet i broke the news to myself that my bike was indeed stolen.. not taken by some friend, not parked someplace BUT STOLEN.. Duh.. Sigh.. Duh...

T+3: “Maav gaadi hat’th pa”... Sada shakes off his sleep, walks out the door to the street confirmin i’m not playin a prank or that i wasn’t jus plain hallucinatin.. scans his surroundings.. looks @ me and says to me wha i did to him jus moments ago ... :-?

T+7: “Pattya gaadi hat’th le.. splendor”..... Abhi wakes up.. rubs out the sleep from his eyes and while he’s doin so says in a flat tone “FIR barson ba” .. just like that.. no questions , no wen, wer, what, how.. No shock, awe, sympathy but one flat tone saying the most obvious nxt step which me n sada din figure till den... and our man was ready in a jiffy with his jacket on and keys in hand!!!

T+15: *Police stn* read the board.... we walk in and see a stray dog guardin the law and justice from it’s citizens ... Heart warming sight..

T+16: We enter and fill em in as to wha hapnd.. he points to a register, instructs me to fill in all de details.. which i do dutifully borrowin a pen from him.. Now i dunno wha dream abhi was in middle of wen i woke him up sometime ago but he, for some reason was in the mood, like all set and active.. he starts interrogatin the cops.. and they welcomed his questions which ranged from “what do u do with the seized vehicles?” , “How many thefts take place on an avg” to “How do they steal cars??” ...

T+60: Return to base.. to go back in the morning..

T+600 : We enter the same police stn which is now jostling with ppl and cops.. very unlike the prev night.. Some poor souls were made to sit on floor for questioning i assume.. a couple of lanky souls were in the lockup staring at the cops... we are duly directed to the SI der who again enquired abt the incident which led us der, he listened and asked me to give it writing.. I did.. den we wait.. and while we do so Mr. Abhi starts interrogating the SI now, so that he doesn’t feel left out on the fun.. “What did those guy do?” he asked pointing to the men sittin on floor, “Steal” was the reply and the SI walks out to take care of some business.. “Why are they made to sit on the floor?, isn’t is incorrect?” pattan asks me.. “WTF do u care, they’l do whatever they got to dude, wher else do they meke em sit? ” i say... “If it wer a rich guy he’d have been sittin on the chair drinkin tea..” he replied, der was no anger or sympathy in his voice, jus plain facts.. infact there was a hint of amusement in his tone.. I smiled, shook my head..

Both of us were called out with the letter to further complete the process.. I get up and lead with him following me.. I’m asked some more questions and abhi reaches der a min later.. “That guy in the lockup offered me 10 bucks, in exchange for one call from my cell !!, i din give it though” said abhi beaming with happiness like a kid spotting mickey mouse in Disneyland... “For real ?“ i asked... he mimed the convict’s expression jus in case i din blv.. and i did blv him after that, he cudn’t have made it up... not rite den.. ha ha..

T+720 : I get my FIR after coupla trips to the XEROX shop and some stories abt recession , call centre job ,how the world is unjust and overflowing with engineers yr after yr...

T+1500 : Smile on my face writin abt the events that unfolded in a day.. Suprisingly smiling ... hurts a lil.. but smiling I am.. as to all things that are beyond my control.. So long KA-25-S-2526... hope u come to daddy.. else RIP...

*T = 11:40 pm 30 June 2010

Untitled ...

There are moments which u desire: to hold and make it your own,
To bring out from u a fire, to stand against em those who shake their heads and fingers fore at u,
Times like these u console urself and advise wha u wudn't to ur best confidant but only to ur self true,
Then u see the moment pass-by and think wha was worth and what not,
You convince urself it was: with all conviction, to ur own tru self , with ur own hollow convictions,
But you realize it ever so often that 'twas like a scent of a woman u'd want to know : to study : to hold,
But the moment u turn to look at the one who wears it , u realize it's there jus to make you do that.

Blast from the PAST

"Sanjay: What if they don't have the money to give us.

Shady: They have to bey, we have it in written paper.

Sanjay: What if they don't have the money man.

Shady: They have to...they have to.

Varun: What if they tell you, listen we don't have the money and we'll give it to you after 15 days.

Shady: Then ok.

Sanjay: What if they say they'll give it after two months.

Shady: They can't bey...they have to give it.

Nandu: Then we'll keep the systems instead of the money.

Sharath: Hahn, we'll take two systems; When you give the 42, we'll return your systems...hehe...All happy at the stupid solution back to lunch....

Shady: Abey server room mein kuch nahi hai pata, khali hai...they have those marriage wala lights inside..."

and the bull continues... dayafterdayafterdayafterday

Smiley

Aaaarrrgghh.. Here she comes.. And here comes her dreaded smile.. Tchinnngggg !!!! I Smile back @ her.. I hate this compulsive smiling be it workplace, or back @ school, college... I just plain hate the the people i label as SMILEY's.

Smiley:
By definition is a male / female who you happen to know by whatever means, with whom u don have an iota of interest to talk to nor is there any advances from him /her to do the same. But still just to keep that "I Know You" feel intact everytime u happen to see them they flash a charming smile. Well they atleast try to.

The Flaw:

• Both for sure know that even if they meet 100yrs down the line only thing they wud end up doin is smile. No "Oh where were u all these yrs", or "How are you" not even a "Hi". Just a divine smile.
• I tried NOT smiling in a phase by phase manner, a gradual decrease, but i doubt they ever mind or are even noticing. I have gone up to the extent of looking the other way wen i see them coming. But the next time i happen to see them, THERE, the smile is there standing tall against all odds. Phew!

The Levels:

• Level 1: It's charming. There's hope fro whateve there is ur thinkkin abt.
• Level 2: all your advances to are met with bigger smiles and quicker feet. He/ She acts like some Ghost in a bolly movie, who just smiles/ Laughs and runs around a PURANI HAVELI just out of ur grabbing distance. So close yet so far.
• Level 3: Now u start wondering if they are smiling For U, Wtih U, or At U.
• Level 4: The smile is creepy now. u just are tired of smiling back.
• Lavel 5: All ur attempts to stop smiling back are futile. If gandhi and his followers had tried smiling @ brits everytime they saw them, i sure think they wud have departed earlier. Chumma satyagraha/ March n all. It's Non-Voilence torture at it's best.
• Level 6: Now it's just like GROUNDHOG DAY. HE/ SHE smiles, i mirror the same mechanically, and make a mental note "i'v gotta put an end to it".

“Shoor Veer Roomie Sada”

Last night i had a life altering experience. If not for my "Shoor Veer  Roomie SaDA",  both on me and my clothes wud not have survived yest's attack. We were attacked by rat yest. And within no time my "Shoor Veer  Roomie SaDA" went into WAR MODE. He quickly assessed the situation and looked me in the eye and told

 

"Nee planning maad le naan HIDI togond barthini"

 

My mind raced with a zillion thoughts and I came up with whatever best I cud and slowly started removing the clothes from my cupboard where my "Shoor Veer  Roomie SaDA" had last spotted it. It had skillfully chosen a hiding spot where it waited till the last moment to attack the ever Ready "Shoor Veer  Roomie SaDA". It pounced on him with a PT Usha like athleticism, my "Shoor Veer  Roomie SaDA" jumped with joy screaming and started jogging in a stationary place, I think he was warming up before launching an attack on it. The rat ran into the other room, my "Shoor Veer  Roomie SaDA" told

 

"Mannkaal mataa jigith le adu, NOUN"

 

Teaching me that a true warrior never underestimates his opponents, no matter how small or ridiculous. I then locked the other room from inside and took another broom to assist him. He looked carefully around to see where it was and pointed to a corner , at the same time signaling me not to make any noise. I knew he was planning on a full attack. I raised the broom like a axe in woodcutters hand ready for strike. The Rat came out from it's hiding place racing 0 to 60 in 1.3458 seconds , my "Shoor Veer  Roomie SaDA" struck it with some 812 shots roughly in 0.6544 secs , and before I cud realize what was happening the rat lay dead and motionless.. my "Shoor Veer  Roomie SaDA" left the room and told

 

"Horag vagi le adann . Naa makkothin dosta"

 

I was Speechless.

"Dude tu Qataar mein hain"

> 2 promising prospects
> 2 good discussions
> A Change on the Horizon
> Every night i dream of how things cud be.
> Everyday now i look @ my phone expecting the good news.

But fate's lookin down @ me with a smile across it's face whispering "DUDE tum Qataar mein ho"

I've been keepin my Fingers, Toes and dunno wha all crossed.

Classics – Don’t Delete

For me a movie experience is everything – PERIOD.

I don’t remember the first one i watched, but i recon it was at a very very young age. But now a good veiwing is all i need to give me that wonderful feeling which makes me wanna sigh, exhale and shout out BEAUUUTIFULL, MIND BLOWING, ULTIMATE... that’s all i look for.

I have my own way of categorizing or say rating the movies i watched.
1.Classic
2.Good
3.Crap

1. Classic
A movie which pushes limits, which gives me that wonderful feeling, a feeling better than delicious hot food when i’m starved, a smile that appears wen i see a loved one, an opening which prods me to express my feelings like i’m in the privacy of my home- ALONE. That’s a classic for me. The one’s a put in a folder for later re-Viewing.

2. Good
For a movie to qualify as – GOOD, is not so difficult a task, nevertheless not too easy either, all they need is to have talent. For me if the movie is something that’s never bin done or seen before, else if it’s done or seen before but the way it’s presented is superbly refreshing ELSEEE if neither of this is done still it does a small something to impress u (can’t be specific here) THEN IT”S A GOOD MOVIE. The difference between a good and a classic here is, i sit and think after the movie to determine if the movie is a good one or not. Whereas in case of classic it’s already awarded to it by the time the movie reaches it’s climax.


3. Crap
Movie which don’t fall in either of the above categories, movies which make u wonder how much money the producer’s have to throw around, movies which on reading it’s reviews which give u a breif idea about how it’s script looked like and makes u wonder what did the director and cast see in this crap plot which gave them the confidence to go ahead and throw their reputations off the building, these are the kind of movies which run on HYPE rather than talent, these are the movies which if someone says that they liked it – u stop speaking to them about movies ever ever again. I Hope u got the point.

Examples

1. Classics – 12 ANGRY MEN, Godfather, Bourne Ultimatum, DEV D, Swades, Closer, Good will Hunting, Fight Club, A walk to remember, into the wild, Schindler’s list, many of Big B’s Classics, TLOR etc etc

2. Good Movies – Dark knight, the hunting party, August Rush, JWM, Death @ a funeral, 3:10 to yuma, Gone Baby Gone, Seven, Dead Poet’s Society, etc etc

3. Crap – All “SHIFT + DELEted” ones

P.S : For all DARK KNIGHT fans, it’s not by error that it lies in the GOOD category, nor is it put on par with the other movies listed in that or any other movie category. Claiming that the movie is a classic is unacceptable just because of the simple fact that if u remove the HYPE that blinds the viewer’s u can see the numerous flaws that show up every now and then. It has it’s share of powerful performances (read as ONLY HEATH LEDGER) no doubt but it fails on some front’s. Greatest Comic Book Movie u say?? True, but easily beatable.

Changed !!!

"U know what?"

"What?"

"U've changed!! U weren't like this before."

 

These are the words i hate the most. Not particularly from a single person but it's just that i've heard it from so many of em over a period of time that i cringe every time i see it coming. Practicallly how difficult is it to understand that the very quintessential trait of a normal human being is to evolve to change. I'm not trying to be philosophical here to to preach nonsense to you it's just that i hate it when people say things like "U've changed" or "ur not the same anymore".

 

Look within ppl :

                                Are you the same person u were 2 yrs ago or for that matter – are u even the same person u were an hour ago?? If ur answer to that question is a YES then there , we both know that it's not the truth. Sit back and think of every decision u've made in the past, think if an opportunity like that comes back again wud u react it the same way u did back den?? If yes, den wud it really be for the same reason?? If yes den isn't there something new that supports the same reason that u were never exposed to back den??? Think.. think..

 

Whenever u enconter a new aspect in a person u love or are close to that u weren't expecting off him/ Her den don't resort to a knee jerk reaction of pointin ur FORE FINGER @ his/ her face claiming that he's changed. The fact is that:-  indeed he has changed or may be u have changed to the extent that u'd scrutinise his every word and look to unearth the meaning between his lines. Maybe he always  MEANT to do that but u weren't CHANGED enuf to look or to care enuf abt it or MAYBE all of this is just a fiction of either of ur stressed out brain seeking attention by inducing a sad guilt feeeling in other's mind.

 

U Can't be STATIC:

                                Wen i say the above it just applies to every human being's every single aspect. When things don't change u get bored of stuff. U always are in search of something new, something exciting or more than anything something NOT THE SAME stuff that u've been doing or have already done. If that was the case u'd never graduate from drinking ur mother's milk and roaming about wetting ur diaper's. It's just in our nature to grow to change. 

 

BY CHANgE:

                By Change i don't mean to understand the ppl who go ballistic over the taste of a PINT of success, i loath such ppl. Anything drastic that's completely unnecessary is something that i hate. I also hate ppl who try to act what they are not in real, mostly ppl who show that they are still the same ol person and not changed a bit from being their "OWN SWEET USUAL SELF".

 

 

DON't:

Laugh @ things that don't seem funnny to u, just to keep the person in front happy. By doing that ur just reducing the national average of a FUNNY PERSON.

               

Hate or follow a person just cause he's different and so visibly & loud.

 

                Put on a facade. If you lack the complexity to render a COMPLEX thought then accept the fact and resort to simpler things that u connect with, don't jus head bang if u don't feel like it. Undersand and accept urself completely before u move outta ur house everyday.

 

That's it for today.. Bbyee

Zip - Zap - Zackkk

"This isn't the real CEASER's PALACE is it??? " he asks..

                                                and i was already in splits knowing exactly what he's gonna ask next.. he he hee...he's by far the most hillarous character till date.. Man!! Where the hell was he hiding all these years.. Everything about him is GOOD funny to me.

 

By my own definition GOOD funny means :- the act which wen u mentally run through again sitting in office, loo or just after u wake up and can't help yourself from laughing...  it's jus not the dialogues he says (most of which btw is impov'd by the characters apart from the extremely well written lines), but the way he says it, his innocence and and him being complete unaware about the same makes him so cuute (yes!! I did say cute).  The way our man Cut's thru phil's toast on the terrace of ceaser's palace to read out his own compilation, the way the run's to the loo after the fateful night, and the way he makes the baby "wack it's weenus".. Most of all the confidence with which he walks up when the officer calls "Alright, let's go handsome, come on" but to his disappointment and unaware as to why he was sent back with a "Not you fat Jesus".. he he he.. The funniest part is that he doesn't get offended; he's just amused as to why he's sent back after the officer CLEARLY pointed to him by calling out "HANDSOME".

 

ZACK ZACK ZACK .. RESPECT and Emperor's bow.. HONEST  :)

 

P.S: your Language is OFFENSSIVE!!!

After that::--

Phil: God damn it! 
Alan(ZACK): Gosh darn it! 
Phil: Shit! 
Alan (ZACK): Shoot! 

ha ha ha..

P.P.S: it would be so cool if I could breast-feed.. :) :)

Bawwwwrrrrdddd

He he . so so jobless I am..

Things that amuse/ entertain / interest me nowadays can vary from a piece of useless paper or "Who wins flip of coin" best of 3 of course, changing my desktop wallpaper, browsing some news site hoping they’l publish something worthy of reading.. I hope you got the picture, right?. I’m so bored of staying putt @ my desk that whenever I’m out of my place ppl jus flash a smile @ me thinkin such a lucky bastard I am.. jus for the record “it’s not all that rosy”.. for a week’s time being jobless is fun but after that it’s as fun as - chewing on a day old Center Fresh which u pulled out from under a college desk in a hour long lecture after a filling lunch in a cockroach ridden place- got the idea??

 

Introspection becomes the only way u can think. U pass judgments on others, not coz it’s in ur blood or that u hate that person but just coz u simply have nothing better to do than that. U can very well see ur moving one step closer to turn into a Chick for the only reason that U love rumours even if u know it’s fake jus cos the fact that it gives u something to talk abt Gossip gossip all the way.

 

When I see a TV somewhere in the restaurant or something just the fact that it happens to show The New AXE effect Ad where this female is searching for her cell phone all over the library floor it seems to please me immensely or say that they happen to show something that has Katrina in it ->  same effect (No sweetheart it’s not just me it’s what all guys feel jus the degree varies).

 

Well that’s it.. I’m bored sittin @ my place now.. gotta go.. byeee

Today's exercise : Google "Bored".. follow the first link..

Dry Run

Pa PA paa paa… pa pa pa pa paaa. Dhun dhun….

Pa PA paa paa… pa pa pa pa paaa. Dhun dhun…

Taan taan taaa taa tat a tat a taaannnnn…..

                                       ----UNIVERSAL----

 

I swear to god if (God Forbid) the "Multiplex – Producer" standoff does not end soon this is how my dreams wud start off. C’mon guys ur holding the whole country’s entertainment @ gunpoint. This is sheer violence. I miss the Big screen magic. I miss the release by dozen attitude of our very own bollywood. I miss Rajeev Masand’s rhyming bull crap reviews. Now, let me get this straight, it’s not like I’m gonna watch every other 2 bit movie that is put up in the theatre. But I miss all the action that surrounds it, it’s like Diwali in Gujarat or like Weddings in Punjab orDelhi where it’s not just the main event that’s of interest but the sub-events before and after the main event. To name a few I’d love to see the skeleton faced “My Daddy is a producer” Jacky’s ass-whipped in public reviews, I’d like to see mindless skimpily clad “zero size“ models running around in the background of a desi movie song for no reason what so ever, I’d also like to play “Who’s ur media partner” game, by comparing the no. of star’s they give in movie review. And last but not the least “Running Successfully in a Theatre near you”, “Blockbuster” & “Super Hit” tags attached in promos the following week. Ah!! Good ol’ days they were.

 

And wha’s the hell is wrong with Hollywood guys, I don understand ur “no issue, no gain , no release” funda. It seems like they are so engrossed watching the "Producer – Multiplex" standoff that they forgot to send in the reels for INDIA RELEASE. For all you know they might have received a rude shock when they heard things like

1.       “SRK- AAMIR put their differences aside to express their solidarity with producers”,

2.       “I’m ready to clean toilets of theatre’s - AAMIR”,

3.       “This is my lucky year, and Jacky (in Kal Kisne Dekha) will be a hit- Vashu Bhagnani”

Now the first 2 dialogues I guess wud have caught their hollywood counterparts in a emotional fix and I guess wud have played a crucial part in their decision to hold back the release of Hollywood movies. But the moment the 3^rd statement was put in the papers I guess they realized it’s all bullshit and that this drama is leading nowhere. Thanks to Bhagnani sir thar “Angels & Demons” is finally releasing this Friday. Not that I carry a huge expectationa off it, but it’s good to end the dry run by watching Tom Hanks denouncing or rather questioning the very foundation of ppl’s religious beliefs on big screen.

 

P.S:-  No I Don’t wanna end this post by saying “Jai Ho!”

P.P.S:- Just so that I don’t do it Literally J