homecoming

Bus ticket from Mumbai to Ahmedabad, 1000 rs.

Return bus ticket from Ahmedabad to Mumbai, 1200 rs.

Cost of 2 free Sunburn passes given up to come home early, 9000 rs.

Being welcomed home after 3 months by a sweater clad basset hound who refuses to stop licking your face... priceless

There are some experiences that money can buy, for everything else, just come back home.
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article 52

"A Bro is not required to remember another Bro's birthday, though a phone call every now and again probably wouldn't kill him"

Happy Birthday Aman
Cheers!!!

lust - n. intense or unrestrained craving

At times I feel like a wannabe serial killer who fascinates about murder to satisfy his homicidal needs; and every time it happens so, before I loathe myself and start heltering skeltering around to get away from this feeling, the realization dawns that its time to pull up my socks and stop being a wannabe. Blood lust is the term coined for what killers go through; and even though there are more than a few times that I try (and try very hard) to understand the mind of a murderer, I fail to do so. Fortunately, blood lust is not what I feel. I have however been bestowed with a different kind of lust, one which involves knowing everything of anything. And like the very conventional lust for actions that first pop in everyone's head when one reads the word lust (yea, giving it a bold and italic effect will make you think more about it), I enjoy my knowledge lust as much as I do enjoy the former one.

The best compliment ever given to me was that I am like Wikipedia. And even though this one was given at a time when the complimenter was as smitten by the complimentee as the latter was with the former, I still can't help but chuckle every time I think about it. I'm not cocky enough to think that I am actually Wikipedia, but I do consider sports, mythology, movies, superheroes and history (yes, men in tights... haha) as my forte. Moving ahead and not making this a very self centered post, I come to realize that I am also surrounded by some who share my knowledge lust. And even though theirs might be in varying proportions, I'm glad to have a father, an idol, a best friend, a boss and few others I can't remember on the top of my head, who share this thirst.

If ignorance in involuntary, naivety is not. There is a thin line of dichotomy between the two, and even though everyone may not possess the lust for knowledge, it doesn't take much to move from this side of the thin line to the other. So if you chose to believe that Ramayana and the Mahabharata didn't actually happen but are weaved tales of a saint, then you're being ignorant; you need to give them a read. And if you opt to believe that India have a strong chance in winning next year's World Cup or that peeping boyfriends are actually unforced errors and not deliberate attempts to gain attention, than you are being knowingly and very innocently naive.

Similarly there is a tiny one step distance between being Wikipedia and being Microsoft's Spell and Grammar check. Its outright fun being the guy with all the "knowledge" and all of the fun trivia amongst a group of respectable ignorant and some naive folks; but in a country like ours, where an entire off the books grammar system exists, going Microsoft Spell & Grammar Check on everyone won't take you too far being popular and sought after.

I conclude that it is not completely possible for me to understand the mind of a serial killer. And unless I commit a heinous feat myself, I may never know what it feels like. Probably the only drawback of this lust for knowledge is that one can never be content. No matter how much one feeds in the fortress of solitude upstairs, knowledge will still be infinite.

Just like one doesn't need to be a lust driven sex crazed animal to justify getting laid; knowledge lust should not be the only reason to keep you away from the ignorant quota. Whoever said ignorance is bliss besides never getting laid also didn't know what it feels like to be on this side of the fence.

PS - For those who started reading the post because the title was interesting, do care to curse yourself at least once... sex got the better off you... yet again

the Indian football dream

3 months ago Wavin' Flag was the song on everyone's lips and the one set as their ringtones. Shaikra's Waka Waka also did manage to get its share of caller tunes, and this was all amidst the fan frenzy the ongoing FIFA World Cup had created. That was also the time when I had moved from the small town of Ahmedabad to mighty Mumbai, so fortunately for me I experienced everything from matches on big screens to free vuvuzela give aways and more importantly an atmosphere with like minded, jersey clad, football fanatics all around me. This really made me wonder, how big football is and how big it can get in a sub-continent over-populated with cricket lovers.

Living in Ahmedabad, it wasn't as if I didn't know that football was very sought after in our country. I knew that 1,25,000 football crazies had gathered at the Saltlake stadium when the sport bid good bye to one of the best goal keepers it had seen. I knew it when Sunil Chhetri signed a 3 year deal with Queens Park Rangers, but sadly never got a work permit from the British Government. I knew all about Maradona's India tour and the chaos that went behind it. Yes, I did keep myself updated with the news, but could never realize the magnitude of it till I experienced the World Cup in Mumbai.

I had underestimated the sport's reach in India. It comes second only to cricket and even though the fan base is majorly filled with support for the EPL big 4, Manchester United, Chelsea, Arsenal and Liverpool, I realized there lies a huge store of untapped potential for football in India. Even though I have been a loyal and devoted Red Devils fan for the last 10 years or so, I won't deny that it pinches every time I realize that I cannot muster up the same level of devotion and obsession for an Indian club… or even for our infamous Indian football team.

I'd hate it if football comes out to be a demi god for those who treat Sachin as God and Cricket as a religion… being a sports lover, I have my own fanaticism for cricket and the Indian cricket team. The inception and success of the Indian Premier League not only proves that its possible to boost love for an already crazed sport to infinite levels, but also that if the right amount of dynamism is put, the I-League or the Durand Cup and others alike can be bought very near to cricket if not beyond it.

Comparing the EPL to I-League will surely be apples to oranges, but I can't help but reason that if the EPL can grow to this magnitude in terms of not only its fan base but also as an invaluable TV product, beyond the borders of its tiny origin country, if put through the right channels and with efforts not unknown to the professionals and sportsmen in India, football will not be too far behind.

Football may not have a Sachin Tendulkar of its own, but we still have cities like Goa, Kolkata and Mumbai where the sport is big. In a massive country like ours, it may be difficult to replicate efforts and its effects made at city to another, but considering the untapped potential in our upcoming footballers and possible future infrastructural avenues, cities like Bangalore, Delhi and Ahmedabad may also end up having a Mohun Bagan for them.

Even though my team ended up on the losing side in the World Cup final match, the experience of witnessing the World Cup here made it possible for me to look at the bigger picture football has produced. How I wished at the start of every match that I could chorus along Wavin' Flag to the Indian contingent coming through the tunnels at South Africa and not to some other country I haven't even been to.

bumblebee

If a picture speaks a thousand words, a poster speaks a million.
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aayush

Forever identified as twins, a cousin brother closer than a real one.

He has always been the sun to my solar cells... the plecktrum to my strings... the new chord to my metronomeous life... the Laxman to his ram... and the brother who would make even Laxman red with envy.

One of the super-prime reasons I miss Ahmedabad a lot!

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chasing trains

After a 12 hour working day, all of which is spent running up and down behind my sport bosses and glued to my mildly squeaky (though comfortable) chair in front of a computer screen, the train ride back home has become like a qunine to all the malarial tiredness the day's female anopheles leave behind.

This gets aptly complimented by my iPod and a very often heard playlist made off a couple of selected Dire Straits, Pink Floyd and a lot of bolly songs. Ironically, these 40 minutes spent amidst a small cabin over-filled with equally exhausted and cranky men, itching to reach home, slows down time for me.

Blaring head phones and passing trains lands me in a trance; one which goes in thinking. Thinking about changes that have recently come out of nowhere... thinking about life in Mumbai, the 8 40 train in the morning, the money to be spent on rent, food, travelling, milk and beer... about the recently acquired bachelor pad I plan to 'super' & 'prime' up in every way possible... thinking about work and my aim to hit it big in sports and managing my brother one day... thinking about writing and my dream to write the best story ever written... about constantly battling with a life-long disorder, I hope I don't lose the fight against... thinking about Smokey, my love for him and every one of his kin and what can I do about it... thinking about the ease Ahmedabad was naturally gifted with... and trying to be patient about the struggle which has just started and which will manifest into something good.

This is the 40 minute train ride home everyday, which is daily spent amidst 70 other working men in a cramped space, finding place enough to stand and breathe on my lucky days. No, this duration doesn't cease my already tired mind to stop thinking, but gives me in a weird and magical way some peace of mind.

This is a wee part of life in a city they say never sleeps... and I've come to cherish every second of it... even on my worst days.
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flat hunting

It may be one of my many quirks, which I think many would relate too, but personalizing for me lands somewhere between an obsession and a fetish. So short of any fender benders, which would be honest mistakes, everything around me gradually ends up with either a red-yellow S sign or a red devil crest. It may come out as an OCD at times, a mildly severe one that too, but there isn't any room for judging out here; I really think there is a tiny personalizer in all of us.

When it comes down to your own space, I think its the most one can do. Yes, cars and other vehicles do give one quite the freedom to go wild with personalizing it, space still takes the gold. For me, I was naturally gifted with an elder brother, who was more of a tyrant and an unconditional bully about everything that happened in the space we shared at home. I was obviously ecstatic when he decided to shift to Mumbai around 3 years back. It was independence after a tyranny which lasted for the better part of my childhood. I had promised myself then that whatever happens I will never ever end up in a situation where I've to share space with him; but of course, irony and destiny can't let go off their pranks. I had also promised myself that I will never end up in Mumbai but agrhh... thats an all together different blog story anyways.

Contrary to what many would think, flat hunting was pretty exciting. In spite of it involving roaming around on a scooty with my brother (I wish I could upload a picture of both of us on that vehicle... I'm dead sure it'll be hilarious), it was a thrill I always got to see with people around, but never experienced myself. Though I joined my brother in our flat hunt a week later, after visiting the first of a few prospective flats my brother had been surprisingly pro active enough to short list, I instantly started imagining how I would personalize my room and/or whatever space the tyrant will allow me to have.

To make things even better, we ended up going to super market after our hunt and I got to feel another part of life here. It was a thrill in its own, may be not close to the one of having my own space, but a thrill indeed.

So whether we end up selecting a 1 BHK with a hall and one bedroom or a 1 BHK with 2 separate rooms, I'm still pretty pumped about the move in. Yes, it may be tiring, mildly pocket draining and would imply more adjustment time; it may also be that the thrill is very short lived and loses steam as soon as we enter the new place, but I'm still eager; sorta impatient as well... and excited for the tyrant to just decide on a place soon. Till then, I won't want to cease fascinating about how my space would end up looking. Even if I end up pulling out 30% of my elaborate plans of fancy alcohol bottles and expensive movie posters in my room, I'm pretty sure it'll still be a pretty damn super bachelor's pad :D.

P.S. - Houseparty updates to follow soon ;)

mumbai

So its been awhile since I last scribbled here. Procrastination scaled new heights this time; such high ones that would put even the organizing committee of the Delhi Commonwealth to shame. Speaking about CWG 2010, quite a lot of drama going on in Delhi. Its funny how a few corrupt politicians down here can make the queen express her disgust... yeay! to 63 years of Independence!!!

So I'm here in Mumbai now, been here for 46 odd days. The last 3 months have gone in a frenzy and though its nowhere near an excuse for not keeping arbit arti updated, it was slightly (very slightly) responsible for the hiatus.

A 2 month internship bought me to the place I loathed. But as it was only 2 months and an important break into a career I dreamt about all the time... not to mention the efforts I had put in to get it. So after a few adjustments, some shopping and a wee bit of packing I arrived in Mumbai for what was supposed to be a short internship. After being settled at one place for a month, faith intervened and I had to move out to stay with my brother... and his 4 room mates. Sharing a 2 bedroom with 5 people is not at all an easy task, but it helps when the company around is so varied and entertaining; and besides it was only supposed to be for another month. But a phone call changed it all; one from my boss, telling me that my internship can be converted into a job if I want; and of course I wanted it.

I'm still getting used to the city. I won't be cocky and suggest or even assume that I've got even a fair idea about Mumbai. It takes time and it'll take a lot of time from where I'm standing to do that. But I've seen a bit in a month and a lot of it still seems pretty alien. For one, I really don't understand the ever-existing desire for people to party. I'm not really criticizing this trait, but I fail to understand, even after numerous attempts, the thirst for alcohol many exhibit here. Not that I don't have my own quirks, I do. Between my very seldom bouts of tee-totaling and random de-tox sprees, I end up giving in to certain intoxicants. Now whether it is because I want to have fun or because I do actually consider them as working placebos, I still haven't figured. I do know I like to have fun, sometimes even extended joy, but the need for being around intoxicants to do so, goes through me.

It may not be a move from Smallville to Metropolis; I still like to think of it being somewhere similar to moving from Ahmedabad to Mumbai. I'm the guy from the small town of Ahmedabad, where distances are minimum, alcohol is banned and where traffic jams end before you start complaining about them. Here, after 10 hour working days, 3 hour travelling sprees and in between bouts of homesickness when with damp eyes, I miss Smokey and I miss home, I can't help but question my decision to take-up the job offer. But the feeling generally passes after spending a few moments with my room mates, after seeing Smokey's pictures and videos that dad keeps sending across, after talking to the few special ones and after considering the promise future holds. I'd like to think that faith didn't fiddle here and it were rather my super awesome efforts during the first month that landed the job offer in my hands.

My mother was always very vocal about how she had a gut that I'll end up in Mumbai and that I will live with my brother. Though it is quite freaky how they're always right, ironically, I never refrained from hiding my dislike for either.

blood is thicker than your ego

When I first heard about the Cullens, the attraction to them was almost instantaneous. Besides being a family of blood thirsty creatures who had taken to living amongst humans, leaving behind their natural abode and other inherent tendencies, there was much to them that would make many like the wannabe myth fanatic inside me eager to know more about them. So a lazy night with nothing to do, a random visit to the nearby DVD library and a short 10 line description behind the DVD box, made me pick up this movie called Twilight.

Thereafter, I spent the next 2 hours looking at a love tale being weaved between the guy who played Cedric Diggory and a girl, who I had never heard of before. I would be lying if I said that I enjoyed the movie; I actually thoroughly enjoyed it and was glad not to have spent those 2 hours like every other nite, on the phone wasting all my witty flirts on a girl who'd eventually end up telling me about her latest boy friend… sigh! Anyways, I did find it very entertaining and thus according to the post-movie ritual, next came the movie's IMDB and wiki page. Besides the hundred other irrelevant insights I got from those pages, the realization also dawned that Twilight was a movie adaptation of a series of best seller books, and was just part 1 of the upcoming 3 more.

I felt naively ignorant at first; it was soon replaced by inquisitiveness and like a dog who'll try to sniff out even a new sound that reaches his ears, I sniffed my way to the nearest bookstore to swipe a wee part of my month's pay check for Book 1 of Stephanie Meyer's Twilight saga.

It's been pretty long since this happened. I've been through the first 2 books as well as the movies since then. The series' sudden and massive fan wave that engulfed the country in the past few months, has and with no surprises been pre-dominantly inhabited by the opposite sex and I had the fortune of being a part of it.

When I and a few others of my kin look at Twilight and its other instalments, we consider it as just another means to an end that'll satisfy our fanboy'ism lust. Many others unfortunately have wavelengths which are different than ours. Quite a few guys, actually a lot of them in fact think of it as a story about a girl who has been given a character with an empty shell; one which almost any girl can fit into and about a guy who is immortal and can run and jump may be as fast as superman and is devoid obviously of the external underpants, and shines like a diamond. Why wouldn't any girl and/or woman fall in love with such a guy; aren't diamonds supposed to be a woman's best friend? Anyways, while I don't blame my male counterparts for considering the series nonsensical and dismiss it as being 'chick flicks', I do have some other thoughts, to suggest the other wise.

Definition of a Chick Flick:

1. Movies generally based on a girl or a group of girls, subtly to be termed as desperate, out to get something and/or someone
2. Scripts written specifically to attract the fairer sex to the silver screens, many of whom will pull their male partners for it
3. Movies with adult content ranging from parental guidance to adversely 18+ at times
4. And finally those which do not probe your IQ level and make sure you leave the theatre either with a smile or at least a good nap amidst comfortable sleeping conditions

Mel Gibson's doctor in What Women Want told him that if men are from Mars and women are from Venus and if he could speak Venucian, then he holds the key to solving the ultimate question, what is it that women want? Now considering the probability of one of us guys falling in our bathrooms and getting an electric shock at the exact voltage that gives us the super-human power of listening to what women think, I don't really like how the odds are stacked against us.

So instead of waiting for a miracle to happen, I'd rather take the easier way out, go for one of these so termed chick flicks and at least try and get closer to the 'her' in my life; if any. And anyways, if that doesn't happen, there is always the adult content to look forward to. These movies thus, do have a lot to offer to the male population and I can't help but wonder why and who coined them as 'chick flicks'.

On asking 10 of the very few female friends that I have; 9 of them turned out to be ardent followers of the Twilight saga, 6 of who have already read all the 4 books. So the options are to either be a chauvinist and give myself a not-so required ego massage and ridicule the series… or give the series a try, watch the movies, may be even read the books, and have 9 times more chances to go with one of those 9 friends for any forth coming similar movies and have more topics to talk about with those Twilight fans of the fairer sex. With the risk of sounding like a guy desperate to talk to women, who I'm not… at least not completely, I don't really see why any guy would find it difficult to choose the later option.

If one of us still continues to despise the Twilight series and others alike, good for you. I sincerely hope your secret fascination and curiosity for the vampire clan is not revealed and this false hatred and ridicule goes a long successful way in finding you a female companion for yourself.

The Twilight series is based on the legendary mythical battle raging between vampires and werewolves. The movies thus have a lot of action, many of which are performed by a bunch stunning women. Other than the slight drawback of now having to face and compete with every girl's expectations of her guy coming into her room in one leap through the window or just by shining like a 24 carat stone, I can't really see why a guy would have to pretend to like the series.

With the 3^rd instalment of the Twilight saga, Eclipse hitting the theatres in less than a month, I can safely predict a lot of girls coaxing and cajoling their male partners into taking them for the first day, first show. For those who do manage to do this, I'm glad that you're found yourself a good guy; for others who don't, just remind him of the time he took you for Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen.

superman delight

I've an awesome boss who loves her Corel Draw.

Thank you Ma'am :D
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6 years

Cheers to over 6500 shots, to those 2 scary incidents, to the last 6 years (hopefully to the next 60 too) and to every second spent discovering the Superman within... It still feels like a blessing in disguise.

Thank you Mom and Dad for never trying this.
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birthday therapy

Is there anything like a perfect timed disaster? I'd have answered no 3 weeks ago... now I shall say, yes, there is.

Amongst the very many activities or tasks that us humans deem as therapeutic, I think birthdays have to top the list. Of course music helps, so does reading and/or writing... various other sorts of bodily indulgences along with a few gaseous or liquid intoxicants can always turn a frown upside down; and of course nothing like a month's pay check written off at a mall while shopping to color away those blues. But then all of this on one side while birthdays on the other, the later shall still tip the scale by a transparent margin. They're like a day long guilt free pass given by Bhrama himself, giving one automatic redemption in form off forgiven sins and ignored mistakes.

I might have exaggerated a wee bit when I mentioned 'disaster' earlier. It wasn't really a disaster, but more like a plan; one which was almost certain and bound to happen... but rotten luck hit, shit happened and a dream nurtured over 6 months has to be flushed down the tubes. If I had to scribble about this a week back, the post would've been reflected a sad, suicidal and a mighty frustrating tone... but a few individuals had something else in store for me.

My 21st party was exactly how it should've been... wet, retro, pink and of course Superman'd. Last year I wondered, whats the big fuss about birthdays and got a pretty watery answer (read here), so this year I didn't dare ask or wonder about anything; I just witnessed, observed and realized, how a handful of people can make a planetful of difference.

My first Bro/Wingman, thanks a lot for being so awesome and for all the decisions you've always made for me. I've cherished every drop of alcohol (and adventures we've had because of the same) with you. I hope that you're the DJ at all of my parties and wish that I get to backpack with you very soon.

Bro's girlfriend/Bestest friend, I repeat what I said last year, best things do come in small packages. Thanks for being around for the last four Women's Days and making each one more special than the last. I hope you get placed at a MNC very soon and then sponsor all of my parties. You're pretty awesome as well.

Lifetime girlfriend/neighbor, I don't think gifts can get ever get as creative as yours was. 21 years and am proud to add closest to the 'oldest friends' tag we share. You were really missed and I owe you a grand treat when you're here next. Please thank your crew on my behalf.

Dance partner, need I say how Super you are. If the last 4 years have been awesome, then the last 4 months have been awesome's great grandfather... I eagerly look forward to the upcoming ones. Thanks for always being around and letting me be there as well. I hope you are working on your jokes.

Sahil, I missed you a lot man. Lukka chuppi on webcam made the almost perfect birthday more than perfect.
Cousin twin brother, you're the best thing that ever happened to me. No words can ever do justice to how precious you are to me. Lakshman would turn red with envy if he were here to see your love and support as a brother, for even his brotherhood for Rama wouldn't have been this super.

Madam Baroness & Mandrake, my last 2 parties have been 'intoxicating' because of your help, thank you so much. For this year's gift, thanks will spoil the gladness I feel everytime I look at it. It makes a 10-star addition to my Superman collection.

Dad & Mom, thanks for being such superbly 'cool' parents for the last 21 years. Samir uncle, I hope you don't mind being addressed as Godfather; you've been the coolest 35 year old for a long long time and I hope you are always around.

Twin brother's girl friend, blondie, bag-man, pothead, bird lady, snow white, bimbo, hotstuff, spandy, first year junior... I hope you get your nick names and I apologize for not mentioning more about you... but please do know, it was perfect because you danced like it was nobody's business, because you followed the theme perfectly, because you made the party green, because you appreciated the servings, because you all came with gifts and because you were there. Everything made me much more happy than what I look in the picture below.

'ahww' time

Yea, he is not my dog... I'm his human
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from Demons of Chitrakut

For complete knowledge cannot be contained within the constraints of a mortal mind, just as divine love will not be contained within the tiny sphere of a mortal heart.
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model brother

He does birthday parties, marriages, anniversaries and private functions as well.

lust day

I'm not the most enthusiastic when it comes to celebrating these so called 'days'. If allowed to be an extremist, I'm totally against them. They are no more than a means to burn not one but multiple holes in your pocket! The sad part? Every year and you're supposed to be a nice guy and roll that right way.

The first thing that comes to mind whenever I think or even hear the work 'Valentine' are two naked, winged figures I feel like beating to death. Or if given access to a shotgun, shooting them just to see how far they fall. Don't get me wrong; I have not suffered the cupid's choke hold (read: love) earlier, suffered a heartbreak and now saying these things with a sour taste. I'm just too damn intelligent to fall for all of this, which I hope most of the men are too. Statistics show that women purchase 85% of all valentine gifts!

I presume that most men don't understand valentine or either don't want to understand it. I'm sure I'll be considered normal in the male universe when I say this. Lust I understand, love I don't. So I'd rather have a day to celebrate lust than love! Perhaps we can have a division. Valentine's day celebrated by women and 'Lust Day' by men.

Of course, both sexes need to be accommodating enough to participate in the 'revelry' planned by the other. I can imagine what would be on the cover of a card for Lust Day and what can be written inside, best left to imagination right now.

In the end, even though I might find a way to live with and bear Valentine's Day and all the crap, I still wouldn't stop to find new, innovative and horrible ways to kill those naked flying idiots!

Plagiarized from my brother's mind.

hehe

A Girl enters a bar & sees a cute boy.

Girl: Hey, what are you drinking?

Boy: It's 'Magic Beer'

Girl: What magic does it have?

Boy: Wanna see?

Boy jumps out of the window, flies in the air, climbs a couple of sky scrapers, & jumps back in.

Girl (amazed): I can't believe it. I must have this drink, too.

Boy to Bartender: Give her what I'm having.

Girl drinks the beer, jumps out of the window, falls from 4th floor, and dies.

Bartender: You know what Superman... You're an asshole when you're drunk!
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puberty

Happy birthday mutt!!
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article 109

"When bros attend a sporting event and see themselves on the JumboTron, they shall purse their lips and flex their biceps while informing the crowd that their team is number one, despite any objective rankings to the contrary"

Manchester United 3

Manchester City 1

stranger than fiction

I've been toying with this theory for quite sometime now. I've studied economics; making theories ought to be as simple as stalking someone's profile on facebook. It mostly is, and even if I'm not planning to pick up Economics as a career option, I prefer giving the theory generators enough food and drinks for thought to keep them up and running.

As many would know, the fantasy realm created by George Lucas, DC, Marvel and others of their kin is more than an alternative reality for me. Streamed, tweaked and edited from their stories I believe all of us are made in groups of 3; us, our bizarro and a nemesis (A gut says you'll stop reading now... don't). We are who we are; quite easy to understand. Our bizarro is an exact opposite, south pole to our north pole, lame to our awesome (or vice versa)... On the other hand, a nemesis is an individual we hate and he/she reciprocates our feelings. Many would like to admit that they can't hold a grudge or per say accept hate for someone, but hatred is very humane and exists in everyone. There happens to be a thick line of difference between the two and I wish to elaborate. A bizarro necessarily need not be a foe; in fact our bizarro might just be an ally, a really close one... opposites seldom do attract. A nemesis is most definitely a rival. Though inspired out of jealousy, anger or may be too much respect for one's ego to digest, our hatred for him/her is parallel to our dark side. Not intending to imply in any sense that we are on the sweet side while our counterpart is on the sour. Such a situation may exist when good and evil don't exist and both beings face the same side of the coin, but unfortunately with a massive contradicting super-ego on either sides.

It may be unreasonably far fetched for many and may be even visibly flawed for others; the bizarro-nemesis theory is not too far from the existing if you think about it. Try giving your self an out of body experience and get into someone else's mind, whom you think might fit the two and I bet you'll agree that this belief is far from Utopia and thus does exist.

"Always try and put your self and the other person's shoes before taking a decision. Empathy is all that you need to be successful", Rajiv sir always said.

A mentor, an idol and my first boss, Rajiv Badlani passed away in December, succumbing to a lasting battle with cancer. Considered as one of the foremost entrepreneurs of the country, I can write a post for every instance that I went into his cabin and came out with something more than I already knew. He taught me empathy, a feeling quite unknown to me prior to working for him. I wanted to write for him, was scared that it won't be good enough... still am. This theory is for him, an attempt to thank him for all the sessions I had sitting in his cabin, for giving me my first chance to work, for introducing me to Jazz and for being the mentor I needed at that time. I was stuck at the gate between reality and imagination; he pushed me beyond this threshold along with my fears and apprehensions... and now imagination feels like-like.

I write only because you thought I could. Thank you Commander General, for everything. You're being missed.

berry awesome blackberry

And now I can do this B-)
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the bro code

In an attempt to keep the blog active and funny, here begins a weekly tradition of quoting from the awesome-est book known to bro-kind; our Brogavad Gita... The Bro Code.

Trying and keeping it relevant to present happenings.

Article 19

"A Bro shall not sleep with another Bro's sister. However, a bro shall not get angry if another Bro says, "Dude, your sister's hot!"

d'oh!

After 25 Emmies and 26 Annies, a Star on the Hollywood walk of fame, one film and 451 episodes, in 2009 The Simpsons became the longest running American prime time entertainment series.

Currently in their 21st season, the family grew 20 years old this week. My favorite dysfunctional family gets this post.

Some of my favorite quotes:

"Quiet you kids. If I hear one more word, Bart doesn't get to watch cartoons, and Lisa doesn't get to go to college" Homer Simpson

"There's no such thing as a soul. It's just something they made up to scare kids, like the boogeyman or Michael Jackson" Bart Simpson

"I bought you a tune sandwich. They say it's brain food. I guess because there's so much dolphin in it and you know how smart they are" Marge Simpson

"Romance is dead - it was acquired in a hostile takeover by Hallmark and Disney, homogenized and sold off piece by piece" Lisa Simpson

"Eat my shorts" Bart Simpson

"Doughnuts! Is there anything they can't do?" Homer Simpson

The last episode's chalkboard gag read this:

"The world may end in 2012... but we won't"


And this is my Simpsons' avatar :D

finger gekreuzt

Its been a long time coming. Luck, resources and ability struck once before as well, but may be not as hard as it has this time. I've done, mailed and submitted everything that I could and had to. Now I wait... for acceptance... for the exhilaration to hit.

Sorry for the ambiguity; more to come soon...

Fingers crossed: 'finger gekreuzt'