Thank you Mom and Dad for never trying this.
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3.26.2010
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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3.12.2010
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.
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.
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.
3.05.2010
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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2.25.2010
2.15.2010
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.
2.05.2010
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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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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1.29.2010
1.28.2010
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"
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1.27.2010
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.
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