A very good morning to all the avid readers of my blog :P.....
Today I hope that again I will be able to fill your morning with light and sarcastic humour after which you may all go to work at your respective drab work place...and think how fortunate I am to do what I like :P......
My last blog evoked mixed responses.......goes on to show how the same stuff can evoke different emotions in people.....One of my friends called up to say that he really liked the way I had analysed the psychology of people and had actually done credit to my task as a scribe by inspiring spineless people into thinking......:P
Another fellow scribe instead took out his own frustration by saying that I go Nietzsche (Its an insult to be compared to Nietzsche for a wannabe comic writer....Nietzsche being the father of existential philosophy who went cuckoo after comparing languages over a lifetime....who would'nt :P)
I am someone who normally am very childish,juvenile and easily influenced by other people....especially if other people includes females with cat-eyes and auburn hair....then you would find me agreeing with her that maybe the earth is hexagonal and the sun is just an overhyped star....:P
So setting aside my own wisdom I would like to go with popular opinion and do my level best to include sex,sleaze and violence in my blog so that I may reach the cult status that Sidney sheldon enjoys nowadays.....
But my friends you would have to forgive me today...as I am someone who has led a very "vanilla" life and as such all my knowledge about the above mentioned sins is from books....give me some time to read all the sleazy books concoct them into a heady mixture , add a dash of my own melodramatism and bingo...we will have a bestseller......but for now lets keep the blog clean :P
As I write this I realize a vague promise I made in my last blog........
Yes I do remember.......I had promised to refer or discuss the making of "whats your rashee"......but since Iam much of a humanitarian I would'nt inflict such harsh punishments on my fellow mates......
Yes I confess , I succumbed to the glitz and glamour that whats your rasheee alleged to offer....but it came at a very high price....
the movie ran for 4 hours and had 12 songs in it.........what can man do against such inhuman cruelty....:P.....I understand the directors need to spread himself but this is a bit too much.......I dragged one of my friends to see it with me..and last heard he was suffering from dementia and is baying like a hound for my blood :P.....well in everybody's life must some rain fall :P......
Priyanka is her pretty self but if you see a movie for 4 hours you will nod your heads in agreement when I say "all flesh is grass" :P.....its too much for the mind to grasp....especially if the theatre is the sporting ground of the denizens of the underworld i.e (unemployed Hooligans of Mulund)..:P
I think I cant write more about it as the memory of the experience is itself daunting and threatens to take me down......for want of better topics I would now describe in detail the agony Iam undergoing nowadays as I am studying arithmetic for the upcoming CAT exam.......
It is very difficult to believe that why some college wants to know the time when sunita would reach home when she travels at the rate of 45 km/hr and takes 3 hours to reach home....I mean why obsess about the commuting habits of sunita....leave the poor child alone :P
then comes problems which are called "surds"......oh horror....my fellow mates you would'nt believe the agony.....they are so horrible that I cant even find proper keys on the keyboard to give you a example of the hideous problems ...they should have been named "absurds".....:P...
In all my years of dealing with human beings and of working in a software company never have I been admonished for not knowing that the median of a triangle is divided in the ratio 2:1.....people don't mind if the ratio is 4:1 and I think many of them don't know what a median is...:P.....
I think during the dark ages...when putting people into cauldrons of boiling oil was the order of the day......they decided that mental agony would be much more tortuos than physical agony and this must have led to the discovery of trignometry.....:P.....
All in all after a day of working out problems of arithmetic , a sensible man understands that if he sleeps with a clear conscience thinking that he has toiled hard through the day....he is befooling himself :P....
Arithmetic can help mankind in no possible way.....it is just a medium for people/teachers to show students that they are better off for knowing the absurdity of surds and without knowing the intricacies of the hexagon and its diagonals life will be a pretty messy affair to deal with :P......
If i am made the education minister I would see to it that all the creative arts are given a boost and children with unusually good arithmetic skills are admonished for showing off their brains......:P
After all calculators can do the job better than most of them :P.....but can any one of them write beautiful poetry....can they write blogs..:P......but such is the stupidity of the human race that they still don't understand my genius :P.....
well it takes all kinds to make the world......cant have too much of my type running around..:P....
that's all for today folks....see ya next week....till then slog your backsides at your corporate offices making your superior more richer than he already is...and keep convincing yourself that by maintaining excel sheets and working weekends you are going to conquer the world :P...(a bit sarcastic ,I know:P)...............
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Let there be peace :P....or atleast something like it
howdy !!!!!!
hello good people.....I am back with updates from my past week....It still beats me how you guys deal with life's bewildering nature in the absence of my pearly wisdom.......:P...
I think the scenario may be like this......faced with a conundrum(thats the word for the day) that fate throws upon us periodically ....we introspect,think and question ourselves....is it right????..am i bring truthful to myself???... and finally the most important of all "would this bring in more money" ????:P.....but there is nothing to worry friends.....for we can be rest aassured that our decisions wont affect the revolving orbits of mars .....even if it did there is nothing to worry...as we don't live on mars.....:P
So what do I write about today......Do I write about the socio-economic changes that has influenced the industrial age from 1920-2010 ....or do I ramble on as usual about unimportant topics which would bring peace and succour to your disturbed minds..:P
ahhh.......I can hear my readers gentle heart going aflutter......I can actually feel his apprehension.....he/she(To confirm the fact that I am no sexist) thinks "will the author succumb today to the pressures of society??"....."will he still continue the blog in a jocular vein or will he come on high brow and heavy??":P
My friends though my soul (lets call him Sidney the soul) would want to have a go at society's ills I would rather not or rather my brain(bittu the brain) would not let me do this.
You people have to understand that Iam at a tender phase when we all want to set right societys wrongs ,catch hold of people and tell them how to live life......Luckily I am at the fag end of such unholy ideologies.....
two years ago if you had invited me on a trip which would have involved mollycoddling people into living life the way it should be....I would have packed my toothbrush and pyjamas and joined you without a murmur......but now temperd with years of experience with people I have realized that its no good teling people what to do....rather one should keep ones thoughts to oneself and just laugh at people when they stumble :P
I realize that I have not yet begun today's theme and more than you its worrying me.....till the time I think up a good enough story...let me tell you about a place which i frequently visit.. ....
There is a Matth(sort of gurukul) near my house where guys ranging from 8 to 30 come to learn the holy texts.......daily agenda for these guys completely revolves around the deity which in this case is vishnu......they wake up at ungodly hours to take bath, startling nocturnal creatures having a late supper.....breakfast is a meagre affair ......as the god is waiting for his daily quota of bhakti......after the deity is given a bath and decorated grandly......they do pooja which lasts or around two hours ,I think the daily costs of flower offering itself would amount to thousands.......after this they all knuckle down and then follows a 4 course meal....the way they eat is mind boggling.......everything on the plate is mixed into a gooey paste and forced down the throat.......
During the afternoon one of the pundits gets an idea into his head to go philosophical.....he picks up any text in archaic sanskrit and interprets it......the motley crowd that surrounds him includes sleepy teens as well as doddering oldies in their eighties trying to wring sense out of obscure texts which god alone knows is useless :P....after having a nice pseudo intellectual debate they again go back to worshipping the lord......this is the evening ritual...ideally a time when all the hardworking people visit the temple to unshoulder their responsibilites on god :P...after paying the dakshina they prostrate before the deity and the pandit asking for recourse from software companies which are hell bent on sucking their bone marrow.......even a small promotion or a word of falsified praise from their seniors makes the guy thinks that god is on his side :P....
The hindu as we are referred is used to the concept of "surrender" .....the idea that the almighty takes care of all.....I truly believe in god and know that he/she exists......but I beg to differ on the point where he saves even the downtrodden.....
It would be a poor movie director who involves himself in the cast as the camera is rolling....his role is behind the curtains as the wire puller.....
The whole idea as the holy texts propagate as god being the source is true....if its not for the directors vision the movie would'nt be made in the first place.......but this director is unique....his art is for himself.....the joy of creating and allowing it to express itself on its own is a privilege which god alone enjoys......
If he interferes in the process the joy is lost.....any interference leads to loss of control ,loss of freedom....what is the fun in forcing someone to act as we force him to....would'nt it be more exciting if the subject thought for himself,acted for himself and grew to maturity by himself....an artistic creation which touches completion or perfection on its own......It takes a brilliant mind to conceive of such an idea....
Rather than save the coward from the bullying arrows of misfortune...teach him to handle the bow......he will be surprised that he is capable of things which heretofore where unaattinable...the realisation dawns that within him is a force which has an infinite potential to uplift him and take him to heights unknown......provided he desires it......
The subject realises that fear is only in the mind.....he/she is actually free..there is neither success nor sorrow...only learning.........he becomes "stithapragya".....undisturbed by emotions ...as he stands on the truth....he has known it......as far as my meagre experience of life is concerned....I have observed that true courage stems from truth....yaya...i know cliched.....but listen to the justification (if you have not fallen asleep already :P) ..........
The truth is very simple...who am I...xyz.....what i know....abc.....what i dont know.....pqr.......simple finished.......that is all there is to it....if this is you and you don't mind showing it to the world ,what is there to fear??........fear stems from the impulse to dominate,to show that I am something more than you are......when we stand on the truth...there is no other...so there is no relative subject for the fear to survive.....its after all just that.....a reflection of the state of mind.....
to be empirical.....
whats your current mood......
maybe a bit down as you didnt get the promotion you were promised......
now imagine......you are racing in a lambhorgini......on your left is a good looking femalr who has eyes only for you...and you are actually on your way to your 30 million dollar home ...
see how pleasantly pleased we are....
though both were just projections of the mind........not reality.. ....
so my friends I can see you guys are profusely sweating.....a dim suspicion floats on the boundary of your brain whether this blog is tending towards the metaphysical and unknown terra firma......fear not mates.....next blog shall be full of reviews on "whats your rashee?""..and maybe a poll on which role of priyanka chopra is the hottest ??":P.......next time I promise we will not let lose my flights of fancy and be grounded by answering basic questions like "whether harman baweja gets all the 12 Priyanka chopras in the end" :p..
till then contemplate on the purpose of your existence or be practical and wait for the release of "whats your rashee?" :P
Hari Om....
hello good people.....I am back with updates from my past week....It still beats me how you guys deal with life's bewildering nature in the absence of my pearly wisdom.......:P...
I think the scenario may be like this......faced with a conundrum(thats the word for the day) that fate throws upon us periodically ....we introspect,think and question ourselves....is it right????..am i bring truthful to myself???... and finally the most important of all "would this bring in more money" ????:P.....but there is nothing to worry friends.....for we can be rest aassured that our decisions wont affect the revolving orbits of mars .....even if it did there is nothing to worry...as we don't live on mars.....:P
So what do I write about today......Do I write about the socio-economic changes that has influenced the industrial age from 1920-2010 ....or do I ramble on as usual about unimportant topics which would bring peace and succour to your disturbed minds..:P
ahhh.......I can hear my readers gentle heart going aflutter......I can actually feel his apprehension.....he/she(To confirm the fact that I am no sexist) thinks "will the author succumb today to the pressures of society??"....."will he still continue the blog in a jocular vein or will he come on high brow and heavy??":P
My friends though my soul (lets call him Sidney the soul) would want to have a go at society's ills I would rather not or rather my brain(bittu the brain) would not let me do this.
You people have to understand that Iam at a tender phase when we all want to set right societys wrongs ,catch hold of people and tell them how to live life......Luckily I am at the fag end of such unholy ideologies.....
two years ago if you had invited me on a trip which would have involved mollycoddling people into living life the way it should be....I would have packed my toothbrush and pyjamas and joined you without a murmur......but now temperd with years of experience with people I have realized that its no good teling people what to do....rather one should keep ones thoughts to oneself and just laugh at people when they stumble :P
I realize that I have not yet begun today's theme and more than you its worrying me.....till the time I think up a good enough story...let me tell you about a place which i frequently visit.. ....
There is a Matth(sort of gurukul) near my house where guys ranging from 8 to 30 come to learn the holy texts.......daily agenda for these guys completely revolves around the deity which in this case is vishnu......they wake up at ungodly hours to take bath, startling nocturnal creatures having a late supper.....breakfast is a meagre affair ......as the god is waiting for his daily quota of bhakti......after the deity is given a bath and decorated grandly......they do pooja which lasts or around two hours ,I think the daily costs of flower offering itself would amount to thousands.......after this they all knuckle down and then follows a 4 course meal....the way they eat is mind boggling.......everything on the plate is mixed into a gooey paste and forced down the throat.......
During the afternoon one of the pundits gets an idea into his head to go philosophical.....he picks up any text in archaic sanskrit and interprets it......the motley crowd that surrounds him includes sleepy teens as well as doddering oldies in their eighties trying to wring sense out of obscure texts which god alone knows is useless :P....after having a nice pseudo intellectual debate they again go back to worshipping the lord......this is the evening ritual...ideally a time when all the hardworking people visit the temple to unshoulder their responsibilites on god :P...after paying the dakshina they prostrate before the deity and the pandit asking for recourse from software companies which are hell bent on sucking their bone marrow.......even a small promotion or a word of falsified praise from their seniors makes the guy thinks that god is on his side :P....
The hindu as we are referred is used to the concept of "surrender" .....the idea that the almighty takes care of all.....I truly believe in god and know that he/she exists......but I beg to differ on the point where he saves even the downtrodden.....
It would be a poor movie director who involves himself in the cast as the camera is rolling....his role is behind the curtains as the wire puller.....
The whole idea as the holy texts propagate as god being the source is true....if its not for the directors vision the movie would'nt be made in the first place.......but this director is unique....his art is for himself.....the joy of creating and allowing it to express itself on its own is a privilege which god alone enjoys......
If he interferes in the process the joy is lost.....any interference leads to loss of control ,loss of freedom....what is the fun in forcing someone to act as we force him to....would'nt it be more exciting if the subject thought for himself,acted for himself and grew to maturity by himself....an artistic creation which touches completion or perfection on its own......It takes a brilliant mind to conceive of such an idea....
Rather than save the coward from the bullying arrows of misfortune...teach him to handle the bow......he will be surprised that he is capable of things which heretofore where unaattinable...the realisation dawns that within him is a force which has an infinite potential to uplift him and take him to heights unknown......provided he desires it......
The subject realises that fear is only in the mind.....he/she is actually free..there is neither success nor sorrow...only learning.........he becomes "stithapragya".....undisturbed by emotions ...as he stands on the truth....he has known it......as far as my meagre experience of life is concerned....I have observed that true courage stems from truth....yaya...i know cliched.....but listen to the justification (if you have not fallen asleep already :P) ..........
The truth is very simple...who am I...xyz.....what i know....abc.....what i dont know.....pqr.......simple finished.......that is all there is to it....if this is you and you don't mind showing it to the world ,what is there to fear??........fear stems from the impulse to dominate,to show that I am something more than you are......when we stand on the truth...there is no other...so there is no relative subject for the fear to survive.....its after all just that.....a reflection of the state of mind.....
to be empirical.....
whats your current mood......
maybe a bit down as you didnt get the promotion you were promised......
now imagine......you are racing in a lambhorgini......on your left is a good looking femalr who has eyes only for you...and you are actually on your way to your 30 million dollar home ...
see how pleasantly pleased we are....
though both were just projections of the mind........not reality.. ....
so my friends I can see you guys are profusely sweating.....a dim suspicion floats on the boundary of your brain whether this blog is tending towards the metaphysical and unknown terra firma......fear not mates.....next blog shall be full of reviews on "whats your rashee?""..and maybe a poll on which role of priyanka chopra is the hottest ??":P.......next time I promise we will not let lose my flights of fancy and be grounded by answering basic questions like "whether harman baweja gets all the 12 Priyanka chopras in the end" :p..
till then contemplate on the purpose of your existence or be practical and wait for the release of "whats your rashee?" :P
Hari Om....
Friday, September 11, 2009
The week after :P
dhante naan!!!!!!
Iam back!!!!!.....I know not a great incentive but still....:P .....Last week I realized that its work that poisons a good man's soul and makes him think that he is no better than the worm crawling along the soggy earth......
People have to realize that they are not bound by the restrictions they put on themselves....or is it just plain fear :P.
I have found that the way to tackle fear is to think about yourself in a tighter situation and imagine reaping the benefit of this plucky attitude towards life....:P
Let me prove my point empirically .......
Let's just say that we encounter a time machine along the by lanes of ghatkopar and decided to visit the times when chastity and honor were not mythical concepts :P
The machine grinds to a halt and what do we see....."aapla ghatkopar" has transformed into an arena where fighting wilder beasts was the order of the day.....and men were no better than brutes :P.
Into this picture let me introduce the glamour quotient(which makes all the difference :P),the demure one for whose side glances every brute may give an arm.....
Having set up the scene and given the atmosphere a shot in the arm...I would like to spring upon your guileless unsuspecting minds.....
ACT 1
The female feeling a bit down due to the heat removes a cottony thingy from the interior of her apparel and mops her brow with it.....a smart observer would deduce that watching two males having a go at each other was not her idea of a well spent afternoon.......also she doesn't like her escort who dragged her into this infernal place........
While executing the aforementioned action, she drops her thingummy cottony cloth into the arena.....
As you good people can see.......lady luck ,who many believe to be fickle minded female....has been working shifts here....she has conjured a precious moment in time when the dame is vulnerable and up for grabs for the next pock-marked bugger who just shows a little courage and enterprise and amuses her taxed mind.....
ACT 2:The one upon him doth the angels of fortune (i.e the pock marked bugger gets lucky)
Now we come to the crux or say to the point of the whole affair or to the clearing in the bush around which i have been beating about.
A little background on the pock-marked bugger.....(he is actually not that ugly...but we all hate a guy who is favoured by the gods especially where matters of the fairer sex are concerned).....
This guy till now had led a very sheltered life , he did not live by the axiom "god helps those who helps themselves"....he rather belonged to the school of thought which believed that if you dont mess up things they pretty much run smoothly :P..........
Imagine the irony....there were men who daily swallowed iron nails and considered the day a waste if they did not take part in a chivalrous fight which would do credit to their lives....and here we find fortune favoring won who would run at the first sight of danger......
any wayz....Any one who has been part of a hearty and boisterous group of sport enthusiasts would know that there comes during the heat of the game a point....when every person is on the edge of his seat and any sudden movements may led to the possible dislocation of the nearby enthusiast......
something on those lines did happen and we suddenly find our pock-marked hero in the arena.....looking as if the earth was pulled out from under his feet..........
He stared goggle eyed and what does he see....the beast who had made a hearty meal of the previous opponent was eyeing him with a renewed interst......
He did not like it........no sireee.....he did not like it at all.....
....he scrambled ,desperately trying to get a foothold....but in vain....for the walls had jutting rocks which cut through his fingers.....finally he spotted the white thingummy on the floor and tying it round his hand climbed the wall to the other side where definitely the grass was greener......
Now to ACT 3 :
The female who was a mute spectator to all this ........move towards him in order to initiate enquiries about his general well being...only to find him clutching the white thingumy in his hand close to his heart.......ahhhhh.....she realises that it is she ....for whom the gentleman had gone through the trying ordeal...I mean we being reasonable people can't blame her for falling in love with the pock-marked bugger.........and at this juncture we find the pock-marked bugger thanking all the obscure gods for the piece of good fortune he encounterd......
END.....
The moral being....if you encounter/face fear or at least make a good show of it......interesting things may happen to you.....and who knows even you may find a beautiful dame to hold your hands in the evening...if you are sufficiently pock-marked :P .....
over and out......
Iam back!!!!!.....I know not a great incentive but still....:P .....Last week I realized that its work that poisons a good man's soul and makes him think that he is no better than the worm crawling along the soggy earth......
People have to realize that they are not bound by the restrictions they put on themselves....or is it just plain fear :P.
I have found that the way to tackle fear is to think about yourself in a tighter situation and imagine reaping the benefit of this plucky attitude towards life....:P
Let me prove my point empirically .......
Let's just say that we encounter a time machine along the by lanes of ghatkopar and decided to visit the times when chastity and honor were not mythical concepts :P
The machine grinds to a halt and what do we see....."aapla ghatkopar" has transformed into an arena where fighting wilder beasts was the order of the day.....and men were no better than brutes :P.
Into this picture let me introduce the glamour quotient(which makes all the difference :P),the demure one for whose side glances every brute may give an arm.....
Having set up the scene and given the atmosphere a shot in the arm...I would like to spring upon your guileless unsuspecting minds.....
ACT 1
The female feeling a bit down due to the heat removes a cottony thingy from the interior of her apparel and mops her brow with it.....a smart observer would deduce that watching two males having a go at each other was not her idea of a well spent afternoon.......also she doesn't like her escort who dragged her into this infernal place........
While executing the aforementioned action, she drops her thingummy cottony cloth into the arena.....
As you good people can see.......lady luck ,who many believe to be fickle minded female....has been working shifts here....she has conjured a precious moment in time when the dame is vulnerable and up for grabs for the next pock-marked bugger who just shows a little courage and enterprise and amuses her taxed mind.....
ACT 2:The one upon him doth the angels of fortune (i.e the pock marked bugger gets lucky)
Now we come to the crux or say to the point of the whole affair or to the clearing in the bush around which i have been beating about.
A little background on the pock-marked bugger.....(he is actually not that ugly...but we all hate a guy who is favoured by the gods especially where matters of the fairer sex are concerned).....
This guy till now had led a very sheltered life , he did not live by the axiom "god helps those who helps themselves"....he rather belonged to the school of thought which believed that if you dont mess up things they pretty much run smoothly :P..........
Imagine the irony....there were men who daily swallowed iron nails and considered the day a waste if they did not take part in a chivalrous fight which would do credit to their lives....and here we find fortune favoring won who would run at the first sight of danger......
any wayz....Any one who has been part of a hearty and boisterous group of sport enthusiasts would know that there comes during the heat of the game a point....when every person is on the edge of his seat and any sudden movements may led to the possible dislocation of the nearby enthusiast......
something on those lines did happen and we suddenly find our pock-marked hero in the arena.....looking as if the earth was pulled out from under his feet..........
He stared goggle eyed and what does he see....the beast who had made a hearty meal of the previous opponent was eyeing him with a renewed interst......
He did not like it........no sireee.....he did not like it at all.....
....he scrambled ,desperately trying to get a foothold....but in vain....for the walls had jutting rocks which cut through his fingers.....finally he spotted the white thingummy on the floor and tying it round his hand climbed the wall to the other side where definitely the grass was greener......
Now to ACT 3 :
The female who was a mute spectator to all this ........move towards him in order to initiate enquiries about his general well being...only to find him clutching the white thingumy in his hand close to his heart.......ahhhhh.....she realises that it is she ....for whom the gentleman had gone through the trying ordeal...I mean we being reasonable people can't blame her for falling in love with the pock-marked bugger.........and at this juncture we find the pock-marked bugger thanking all the obscure gods for the piece of good fortune he encounterd......
END.....
The moral being....if you encounter/face fear or at least make a good show of it......interesting things may happen to you.....and who knows even you may find a beautiful dame to hold your hands in the evening...if you are sufficiently pock-marked :P .....
over and out......
Saturday, September 5, 2009
The Archer :P
Aloha.....my friends.......
I know ..i know......there has been no input from my side to alleviate your mundane existence from earthy gross to subtle divine........guilty as charged :P......but what can a man do when he has so many creative sides to him....for the past 3 days , I have been dabbling with ARCHERY.......
Lesser of the goggling eyes and the finicky smile mate :P.....I know I have lambasted your opinion of me as a flippant writer of irrelevant blogs and have risen from my dead ashes to resemble a greek god well set on his purpose to save the damsel in distress.
ahhhh...you should have seen me as I stood poised with the weapon of destruction in my hand....the eyes shining with the light of purpose.....the jaw set as it should be :P.......in fact if you are a damsel of marriageable age and are on the lookout for a greek adonis.......voila......look no further.......
The weapon of destruction ...just as passing information was a dart around 10 cms in in length.....
and i was practicing on the dartboard :P........
But judge me not children....for it is not the weapon that matters but the wielder who lends credibility to it......well after a heavy round of practice of around 3 hours.....I wiped the sweat of my well muscled ,bronzed arms and set down to "work"......
Nowadays I categorize a lot of activities under the title of work......but mainly it consists of scourging the net for irrelevant topics in finance......
(By the way laid my hands on a book called "Raise your Financial IQ"......brilliant book...would recommend definitely to all the people who nurse within their bosom , the not so futile dream of making it on their own........)
Though you may deduce that my day entirely consists of sitting in front of the computer (....if you can deduce....and had been a follower of sherlock holmes in your thumb sucking days)....I would beg to differ on that part......
What I normally do after my extensively rigorous archery practice , is to go out in the big bad world and study people.....thats the best thing to do....I never tire of watching people doing silly things and wondering whether god was serious when he declared that man was his best creation.....
The other day was "ananth chaturthi".......If u contemplate the name.....I think it says a chaturthi on which happiness reigns supreme......I mean really ???..does lord ganesh think so....After 10 days of sycophantic worship by the masses....he gets the heave ho on the tenth day and people call it a day of joy.....???........ do they mean they are happy that he is leaving or are they happy that they will get to booze and party with the money that so lovingly god has bestowed on them as part of the celebrations
BEside the hype and hooplah that always surround the deity during the festivel....there was much of drunken revelry......which though I heartily wanted to join did not...as usual I stood afar enjoying their shenanigans ..and giving them the "holier than thou" look :P
The day but ended on a really sad note.......the guys at work called....they did not want me to touch literary heights and simultaneously sponge myself on the office money....sigh......they dont understand what they have done......I had an interview scheduled for saturday.....and horror of horrors I got selected :(
On the flipside ....the venue is really nice its situated on a cliff...how convenient....I guess it saves them a lot of trouble.....I mean they just have to push the guy "over the edge".......
So chappies today is my last day as a free man.....I am hoping to paint the town red tonight by drinking a gallon of sugarcane juice and getting high on the sucrose........
So from now on I would not be so much available as I gave the impression I would be :P......
May the force be with you (I was runing out of good exit lines :P)
I know ..i know......there has been no input from my side to alleviate your mundane existence from earthy gross to subtle divine........guilty as charged :P......but what can a man do when he has so many creative sides to him....for the past 3 days , I have been dabbling with ARCHERY.......
Lesser of the goggling eyes and the finicky smile mate :P.....I know I have lambasted your opinion of me as a flippant writer of irrelevant blogs and have risen from my dead ashes to resemble a greek god well set on his purpose to save the damsel in distress.
ahhhh...you should have seen me as I stood poised with the weapon of destruction in my hand....the eyes shining with the light of purpose.....the jaw set as it should be :P.......in fact if you are a damsel of marriageable age and are on the lookout for a greek adonis.......voila......look no further.......
The weapon of destruction ...just as passing information was a dart around 10 cms in in length.....
and i was practicing on the dartboard :P........
But judge me not children....for it is not the weapon that matters but the wielder who lends credibility to it......well after a heavy round of practice of around 3 hours.....I wiped the sweat of my well muscled ,bronzed arms and set down to "work"......
Nowadays I categorize a lot of activities under the title of work......but mainly it consists of scourging the net for irrelevant topics in finance......
(By the way laid my hands on a book called "Raise your Financial IQ"......brilliant book...would recommend definitely to all the people who nurse within their bosom , the not so futile dream of making it on their own........)
Though you may deduce that my day entirely consists of sitting in front of the computer (....if you can deduce....and had been a follower of sherlock holmes in your thumb sucking days)....I would beg to differ on that part......
What I normally do after my extensively rigorous archery practice , is to go out in the big bad world and study people.....thats the best thing to do....I never tire of watching people doing silly things and wondering whether god was serious when he declared that man was his best creation.....
The other day was "ananth chaturthi".......If u contemplate the name.....I think it says a chaturthi on which happiness reigns supreme......I mean really ???..does lord ganesh think so....After 10 days of sycophantic worship by the masses....he gets the heave ho on the tenth day and people call it a day of joy.....???........ do they mean they are happy that he is leaving or are they happy that they will get to booze and party with the money that so lovingly god has bestowed on them as part of the celebrations
BEside the hype and hooplah that always surround the deity during the festivel....there was much of drunken revelry......which though I heartily wanted to join did not...as usual I stood afar enjoying their shenanigans ..and giving them the "holier than thou" look :P
The day but ended on a really sad note.......the guys at work called....they did not want me to touch literary heights and simultaneously sponge myself on the office money....sigh......they dont understand what they have done......I had an interview scheduled for saturday.....and horror of horrors I got selected :(
On the flipside ....the venue is really nice its situated on a cliff...how convenient....I guess it saves them a lot of trouble.....I mean they just have to push the guy "over the edge".......
So chappies today is my last day as a free man.....I am hoping to paint the town red tonight by drinking a gallon of sugarcane juice and getting high on the sucrose........
So from now on I would not be so much available as I gave the impression I would be :P......
May the force be with you (I was runing out of good exit lines :P)
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