I've probably given off this impression before, but life is an irregular blend of cliches and surprises.
Do you remember the character that Jimmy Shergill plays in Munnabhai MBBS? yup..Zaheer...the innocent guy who doesnt drink, doesnt smoke, is a virgin ( not that it mattered in the situation) and still ends up dying with cancer..... yea, life's often unfair to the 'good' ppl...... it seems the baddies have all the fun...... often those who sacrifice their morals end up at the top.....
It's unfair really.. I had to go to the dentist today cuz of a toothache...... fyi :
1) I don't smoke
2) heck, I don't even like sweets
3) I brush twice daily
Like I said, its a cliched existance.
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Have you ever noticed how kids are really simple in dealing with people? (note - the other way around might not be true).... they either like someone, or they don't...and their not afraid to show it.......
We on the other hand are in a different league alltogether.....
Does anyone feel that they were really dumb as a kid?
I do.....there was once an evening when one of dad's colleagues had come home for dinner. I must've been...say in the 3rd ......
When the adults were talking, I realized that the guy's wife was a English teacher at some school....... and then I did something that I'm still embarrassed of... I went to my room, and brought out an essay that we were supposed to write....... then I read it to her...out loud.....
just cuz she was a teacher..... damnit....silly kid that I was....
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I've made an observation..... women actually are better at multi tasking
I've got to manage my time better..... this, I feel, will will take me down..
I read an email from Narayan Murthy...n its made me feel trapped..
I've wound myself in a web where I coax myself into staying late in office......I so dont want to do this.... there's so much I want to do apart from work... and I will, soon hopefully
Life's calling Mohit, where are you??
too sleepy to write more....later.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
My southern connection.
errmm.... I know the title seems vaguely perverse, and most of you are hiding a smile (depraved, I tell u), but I assure you of no such sinful bliss.
There are times when we start seeing a pattern in things.... those around us, those within us or those happening to us. I believe that nothing is unplanned in life... even if we are not the ones who plan it. Things happen... and then similar things tend to happen....like a traffic jam when you're getting late for a movie.... like I said, its a pattern and you don't need a 'beautiful mind' to see it.
What I'm driving at, is my life's connection to the geographically southern part of India. Zapped? Let me elaborate...
My association with the south bagan waaay back in the 11th grade, when I was down with the new girl syndrome . In the sad case that you haven't heard of this medically proven condition (!!!), it happens when a female specimen of our species walks into a new environment. It may be a new student in class, a new colleague or even a new kaamwaali bai ( surprisingly, love is blind) ...The syndrome refers to the reaction of the males...loss of appetite, concentration and sometimes common sense.
Soo...like I was saying, I was down with the new girl syndrome.... siiigh, how I miss being infatuated.... the girl....a certain southie-origin-lady (Connection urr)
A few years down the line and I'm in 2nd year engg.....new found freedom, hostel and a lack of money in each month's second half..... a trip to goa lands me into love's own hands again.... this time a lady with origins from God's own Country. Yup, she was mallu. (Connection rend)
Fast forward a few more years.... Mr. first engineer in the family... selected in a major IT firm.....waah waah's and bravos all around...... and where do I get sent? First Chennai, and now happily settled in Hyderabad for god knows how long ! (Connection moon).
My dear Watson, as you can see for yourself, it appears that life has had a motive with its plots and turns...... there's no point saying that its been a bad journey, 'cuz it hasn't. If you can't accept what you're given, there's nothing you'll do but crib about it. Instead, open up...and the south will cradle you in its arms, in no time.
PS: If you didn't get the tamil counting, u gotta brush up here.
There are times when we start seeing a pattern in things.... those around us, those within us or those happening to us. I believe that nothing is unplanned in life... even if we are not the ones who plan it. Things happen... and then similar things tend to happen....like a traffic jam when you're getting late for a movie.... like I said, its a pattern and you don't need a 'beautiful mind' to see it.
What I'm driving at, is my life's connection to the geographically southern part of India. Zapped? Let me elaborate...
My association with the south bagan waaay back in the 11th grade, when I was down with the new girl syndrome . In the sad case that you haven't heard of this medically proven condition (!!!), it happens when a female specimen of our species walks into a new environment. It may be a new student in class, a new colleague or even a new kaamwaali bai ( surprisingly, love is blind) ...The syndrome refers to the reaction of the males...loss of appetite, concentration and sometimes common sense.
Soo...like I was saying, I was down with the new girl syndrome.... siiigh, how I miss being infatuated.... the girl....a certain southie-origin-lady (Connection urr)
A few years down the line and I'm in 2nd year engg.....new found freedom, hostel and a lack of money in each month's second half..... a trip to goa lands me into love's own hands again.... this time a lady with origins from God's own Country. Yup, she was mallu. (Connection rend)
Fast forward a few more years.... Mr. first engineer in the family... selected in a major IT firm.....waah waah's and bravos all around...... and where do I get sent? First Chennai, and now happily settled in Hyderabad for god knows how long ! (Connection moon).
My dear Watson, as you can see for yourself, it appears that life has had a motive with its plots and turns...... there's no point saying that its been a bad journey, 'cuz it hasn't. If you can't accept what you're given, there's nothing you'll do but crib about it. Instead, open up...and the south will cradle you in its arms, in no time.
PS: If you didn't get the tamil counting, u gotta brush up here.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
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Its funny that whenever I start a blog post, the first thing that comes to my head is this line ..."Its funny that...bla bla bla".... aaah, I so wish sometimes that I was a humor writer... Its sumthing that I've always secretely wanted to do... the only road block being my inability to do so.
I've come to believe that I'm...what I like to term... pseudo-funny. This doesn't imply that I'm not, only that I can never crack a good enough joke when the situation most needs me to !
I also feel I'm very predictable in my behaviour towards others. I prolly shouldn't be writing about this....but who cares, I'm going to anyway.... There are majorly two kinds of behaviour I display towards others.... either I'm interested, or I'm not. Simple. No, by 'interested' I certainly don't mean a romantic inclination.. rather, a conversational one.
Illustrating further, say I meet someone for the first time..... I would either talk a lot to them, or not at all....seriously ! If you haven't been able to figure out if I'm an extrovert or an introvert, don't look at me for help..I don't know either :P
I know I've been writing all kinds of $^#$, hinting that I've figured myself out.... well, some stuff, maybe.... but most of what I am still remains a mystery to me. I'm everything..... angry, happy, sad, flushed, shy, boring, amazing, loquacious, dreamy, mean, mature, needy, witty, careless, nerdy, wasted..... all in a seamless continuum.
I say the wrong things at the right time, or maybe the other way around..... I'm not afraid of making mistakes, cuz they bring out the best afterwards....at the same time, I am....cuz they'd make me look silly.
There's so much I feel like saying at times, and don't know what to say when someone actually cares to ask.
I'm not afraid of working hard.... but a shortcut to the top wouldn't be bad either.
There's a downside to leaving a good impression on someone...... there'll always be a chance that I won't be able to live upto it...... but then again, if I wasn't good enough, that impression wouldn't have been made in the first place.
There's a message that someone (who I don't think I know ) has sent me today...... and its made me melt away into...well don't really know into what.... but its just bought out this mood in me where I'd just like to sit, read, write and not worry about who,where, why, when or how.
You know who you are...thank you ...really. This is the result of ur words.
ciao.
I've come to believe that I'm...what I like to term... pseudo-funny. This doesn't imply that I'm not, only that I can never crack a good enough joke when the situation most needs me to !
I also feel I'm very predictable in my behaviour towards others. I prolly shouldn't be writing about this....but who cares, I'm going to anyway.... There are majorly two kinds of behaviour I display towards others.... either I'm interested, or I'm not. Simple. No, by 'interested' I certainly don't mean a romantic inclination.. rather, a conversational one.
Illustrating further, say I meet someone for the first time..... I would either talk a lot to them, or not at all....seriously ! If you haven't been able to figure out if I'm an extrovert or an introvert, don't look at me for help..I don't know either :P
I know I've been writing all kinds of $^#$, hinting that I've figured myself out.... well, some stuff, maybe.... but most of what I am still remains a mystery to me. I'm everything..... angry, happy, sad, flushed, shy, boring, amazing, loquacious, dreamy, mean, mature, needy, witty, careless, nerdy, wasted..... all in a seamless continuum.
I say the wrong things at the right time, or maybe the other way around..... I'm not afraid of making mistakes, cuz they bring out the best afterwards....at the same time, I am....cuz they'd make me look silly.
There's so much I feel like saying at times, and don't know what to say when someone actually cares to ask.
I'm not afraid of working hard.... but a shortcut to the top wouldn't be bad either.
There's a downside to leaving a good impression on someone...... there'll always be a chance that I won't be able to live upto it...... but then again, if I wasn't good enough, that impression wouldn't have been made in the first place.
There's a message that someone (who I don't think I know ) has sent me today...... and its made me melt away into...well don't really know into what.... but its just bought out this mood in me where I'd just like to sit, read, write and not worry about who,where, why, when or how.
You know who you are...thank you ...really. This is the result of ur words.
ciao.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
The day today
...is Saturday, I know !.....read ahead, einstein.
What does a 6 foot tall, dark, greek-god-features guy do on the weekends?
How the f*** am I supposed to know, I'm none of those !
Have I told you about this TV serial that I've started to love? its aired on Sony TV ......'Mahi Way'....luuurve it !
The show's about a cute, slightly overweight, single girl from south delhi (no wonder, eh?) who's just...living her life..... the simplicity and honesty of the story is something I can actually feel ...not made up, like the joint families of other soaps, who go to sleep wearing sarees with gold work on em...yeah lookin at you saas-bahu........
Oh oh oh... I got a new blog buddy....and she gave me this sweeet award too !... thnks a ton, Sammy (cheeky, I know) :D
Go check her out !
moving on...this saturday started out a little..ermm...differently..... before I go on, you must know this:
A long time ago... my mom had told me that because her parents had woken her up really early every morning, she knew how awesome sleeping late is...and so she let me and my bro sleep as late as we wanted to, on the weekends..... amazing, ain't it ? ;)
Also, anyy kind of alarm-device is incapable of getting me out of my slumber !
In college I depended upon my roomie to wake me up early....now, I deliberately have no curtains on my room's windows...every morning, around 7:15, the sun shines so bright, that I stir awake :D
Today, I had slept in a different room...one with curtains....and I got up at 10 . (The 15 year old me thinks I'm really lame right now.. since when is 10 late????). That's the first different thing today.
Next, I had a spat with my landlord ..... and ended up deciding to keep my mouth shut ....no point giving up on a good place just cuz the landlord thought u fingered him too much (metaphorically, whiz kid)
Third, I had to spend the whole afternoon and eve in office.... there's just so much work :(
there's one thing I'm glad about though.... after soo long I had the craving to write again.....makes me happy !
Oh, another thing..... I'm trying to find a polite way to tell people to buzz off and let me do my work peacefully...... any ideas?
PS: for all those who've already seen Mahi Way, I was almost going to name this post 'Mohit's Way'.....thankfully realised the horror of the idea sooner. :P
What does a 6 foot tall, dark, greek-god-features guy do on the weekends?
How the f*** am I supposed to know, I'm none of those !
Have I told you about this TV serial that I've started to love? its aired on Sony TV ......'Mahi Way'....luuurve it !
The show's about a cute, slightly overweight, single girl from south delhi (no wonder, eh?) who's just...living her life..... the simplicity and honesty of the story is something I can actually feel ...not made up, like the joint families of other soaps, who go to sleep wearing sarees with gold work on em...yeah lookin at you saas-bahu........
Oh oh oh... I got a new blog buddy....and she gave me this sweeet award too !... thnks a ton, Sammy (cheeky, I know) :D
Go check her out !
moving on...this saturday started out a little..ermm...differently..... before I go on, you must know this:
A long time ago... my mom had told me that because her parents had woken her up really early every morning, she knew how awesome sleeping late is...and so she let me and my bro sleep as late as we wanted to, on the weekends..... amazing, ain't it ? ;)
Also, anyy kind of alarm-device is incapable of getting me out of my slumber !
In college I depended upon my roomie to wake me up early....now, I deliberately have no curtains on my room's windows...every morning, around 7:15, the sun shines so bright, that I stir awake :D
Today, I had slept in a different room...one with curtains....and I got up at 10 . (The 15 year old me thinks I'm really lame right now.. since when is 10 late????). That's the first different thing today.
Next, I had a spat with my landlord ..... and ended up deciding to keep my mouth shut ....no point giving up on a good place just cuz the landlord thought u fingered him too much (metaphorically, whiz kid)
Third, I had to spend the whole afternoon and eve in office.... there's just so much work :(
there's one thing I'm glad about though.... after soo long I had the craving to write again.....makes me happy !
Oh, another thing..... I'm trying to find a polite way to tell people to buzz off and let me do my work peacefully...... any ideas?
PS: for all those who've already seen Mahi Way, I was almost going to name this post 'Mohit's Way'.....thankfully realised the horror of the idea sooner. :P
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
In health..and in sickness
Last Sunday.... we finally bought a fridge ! Its a second, so we had to do the transportation bit ourselves. By transportation, I mean carrying the blessed thing down 2 flights of stairs, loading it onto a carrier, then carrying it up 2 flights of stairs ...not much of a problem. It starts afterwards.
Now there's a sequence of events following this that I know everyone's going to have a field day with.
I have toncilitis , which basically means there's these 2 good-for-nothing lumps down my throat that get infected before you say rumplestiltskin.
Generally what happens is I get a throat infection...my throat hurts like the devil's paying personal attention to it.... then I get a fever. Its like bound to happen.
So in the excitement of the new fridge, I ended up drinking chilled water.
&%$^%$## why didnt I realise it before ??
......drum roll.......... and NOW......
I'm sick :(
Now there's a sequence of events following this that I know everyone's going to have a field day with.
I have toncilitis , which basically means there's these 2 good-for-nothing lumps down my throat that get infected before you say rumplestiltskin.
Generally what happens is I get a throat infection...my throat hurts like the devil's paying personal attention to it.... then I get a fever. Its like bound to happen.
So in the excitement of the new fridge, I ended up drinking chilled water.
&%$^%$## why didnt I realise it before ??
......drum roll.......... and NOW......
I'm sick :(
No, not the kinda sick a lotta these on-the-way-to-getting-exposed holymen are..... medically.
Funny things happen to me when I'm unwell.... I couldn't help noticing.
It all started in office. I decided to go to the med room and sleep for a bit cuz I had an IPL of my own thundering in my head. After say an hour or so, I woke up, looked to the side, only to find this hottie asleep in the bed next to mine . I shut my eyes and decided to really wake up this time.
Turns out, I'd been successful at that earlier too !
This brings us to the first point:
This brings us to the first point:
When I'm ill,
a) I stop caring if a hottie is sleeping next to me (ermmm.... now you see the need for the build up?)
b) I crave for foods that i know will worsen my condition...like grapes or really cold soft drinks...its like I'm self destructive.
c) I see no point in bathing.... going to sleep anyway.
d) I compulsively check my cell for ppl I can call... and end up dozing off before dialling.
Which reminds me... yaawwwn..... gotta go.
PS: Short post, I know...but I genuinely missed blogsville.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Darty stuff
Have you ever found yourself chuckling ?
That too when there's no one around?
I actually tend to chuckle quite a bit...with the little strokes of genious that keep happening with me.....I mean really, if you ask me, I find myself pretty clever (no modesty here :P) .....and when I make a smart joke to myself, or say something clever, I find myself ...u guessed it...chuckling.
Its a funny word, ain't it? 'Chuckling' ....try saying it out loud 10 times continuously, and u'll know its funny.....come to think of it, a lotta words are....
So as an update, thought I'd tell you of how I grandly, majestically, royally, magnanimously (??) celebrated Valentine's this Sunday....
Only, I didn't.
Went to an Xbox gaming joint ..... yea, now I pay for playing on the console :( ....mine is at home naaa!
Hey, c'mon now...going and playing with myself ( Read: XBOX) on Valentine's isnt as bad as it sounds..... esp. when I had to turn down my flatmate's offer of going to dinner...... "Dude, wat's wrong with you, its Valentine's ..I'm not going anyplace with YOU tonight !" .....
Oh Oh OH... I haven't told you.... I recently came up with one of the brightest ideas since I've been living alone...... I asked myself..what does the playpen of a 20 something guy need? What's the one thing that if present, makes coming home worthwhile everyday, and makes you thank your stars that you live in its vicinity...under its sheer awesomeness, you grow in wisdom, strength and Manhood......
ermmm..... I'm pretty darn sure that after my incredibly helpful description you haven't a clue what I'm talking about...... I brought a DARTBOARD !!! woohoo!!
It's just SO much fun ! ....believe me, once you start throwing those darts, you won't wanna stop.....when your dart penetrates the board, it feels so....powerful......u just have to feel it yourself.......
Here's some pointers ...for I know I've inspired you to get one of your own....
1) Buy a dartboard made of cork....the tournament sized one....DO NOT buy the magnetic board..u gotta grow up now!.....besides, Dad ain't here to remind you "Never play with pointed, sharp objects" ....
2) Make sure u got a bunch of chicks looking when you pay for it at the counter.....that's a rule.really.
3) Before setting up the dartboard, get Beer. lots....side effect : holes in your wall
4) OR, you could put up what's called a 'backboard' ...its designed for this very purpose.... seriously...a jolly eve of drinking and darts...the phenomena where you invite friends over, open the beer you'd bought, THEN start throwing darts.
Caution: For those who can't handle their booze, no darts allowed, lest you'd like to puncture more than just walls .
5) There's some technical advice too..... by the book, the bull's eye should be exactly 5 feet, 8 inches from the ground. Also, when throwing the dart, stand exactly 9 feet, 1/4 inches away (really now?).
There....all you gotta do is get one of your own.....or you could just come over and ask me if I'd let you play.....mwahahaha..... (hey, this is my blog, lemme be bossy ! )
cheerio
PS: The title....chuckle....!
That too when there's no one around?
I actually tend to chuckle quite a bit...with the little strokes of genious that keep happening with me.....I mean really, if you ask me, I find myself pretty clever (no modesty here :P) .....and when I make a smart joke to myself, or say something clever, I find myself ...u guessed it...chuckling.
Its a funny word, ain't it? 'Chuckling' ....try saying it out loud 10 times continuously, and u'll know its funny.....come to think of it, a lotta words are....
So as an update, thought I'd tell you of how I grandly, majestically, royally, magnanimously (??) celebrated Valentine's this Sunday....
Only, I didn't.
Went to an Xbox gaming joint ..... yea, now I pay for playing on the console :( ....mine is at home naaa!
Hey, c'mon now...going and playing with myself ( Read: XBOX) on Valentine's isnt as bad as it sounds..... esp. when I had to turn down my flatmate's offer of going to dinner...... "Dude, wat's wrong with you, its Valentine's ..I'm not going anyplace with YOU tonight !" .....
Oh Oh OH... I haven't told you.... I recently came up with one of the brightest ideas since I've been living alone...... I asked myself..what does the playpen of a 20 something guy need? What's the one thing that if present, makes coming home worthwhile everyday, and makes you thank your stars that you live in its vicinity...under its sheer awesomeness, you grow in wisdom, strength and Manhood......
ermmm..... I'm pretty darn sure that after my incredibly helpful description you haven't a clue what I'm talking about...... I brought a DARTBOARD !!! woohoo!!
It's just SO much fun ! ....believe me, once you start throwing those darts, you won't wanna stop.....when your dart penetrates the board, it feels so....powerful......u just have to feel it yourself.......
Here's some pointers ...for I know I've inspired you to get one of your own....
1) Buy a dartboard made of cork....the tournament sized one....DO NOT buy the magnetic board..u gotta grow up now!.....besides, Dad ain't here to remind you "Never play with pointed, sharp objects" ....
2) Make sure u got a bunch of chicks looking when you pay for it at the counter.....that's a rule.really.
3) Before setting up the dartboard, get Beer. lots....side effect : holes in your wall
4) OR, you could put up what's called a 'backboard' ...its designed for this very purpose.... seriously...a jolly eve of drinking and darts...the phenomena where you invite friends over, open the beer you'd bought, THEN start throwing darts.
Caution: For those who can't handle their booze, no darts allowed, lest you'd like to puncture more than just walls .
5) There's some technical advice too..... by the book, the bull's eye should be exactly 5 feet, 8 inches from the ground. Also, when throwing the dart, stand exactly 9 feet, 1/4 inches away (really now?).
There....all you gotta do is get one of your own.....or you could just come over and ask me if I'd let you play.....mwahahaha..... (hey, this is my blog, lemme be bossy ! )
cheerio
PS: The title....chuckle....!
Sunday, February 7, 2010
The week that was
Wierd things are happening. Hadn't I written in one recent post that I have some stuff figured out about myself? Turns out now I feel that "some stuff" might be a lesser number than I'd thought.
Lately there's been a couple of things irking me.
1) The 14th is here.... I wish people would stop asking me about wats happening then...!!! Why does mass 'hysteria' around certain days not be more sensitive? Shiv Sena, talking to you, someone finally needs you in action here. (ermmm...)
2) I hate pretentious people. Plain and simple. What I hate more is that I have no choice but to hang out with them and pretend 'aal iz well'. NO, you're lame and dumb...get a life.
3) I don't like the aggressive me. I can be whiny, self centred and angry. And when that happens, I'm not too discreet about it. I was thinking about it and concluded that its actually one of my defence mechanisms. When the going gets tough, I step up the gas, come onto the frontfoot and run over anything thats annoying.
4) Someone reminded me of that psychotic ex...yea, I've written of her already, quite a while ago....I just try to tell people...no more information or bits of news required now. Please, pay heed.
All in all, this week didn't end so well.Period.
Lately there's been a couple of things irking me.
1) The 14th is here.... I wish people would stop asking me about wats happening then...!!! Why does mass 'hysteria' around certain days not be more sensitive? Shiv Sena, talking to you, someone finally needs you in action here. (ermmm...)
2) I hate pretentious people. Plain and simple. What I hate more is that I have no choice but to hang out with them and pretend 'aal iz well'. NO, you're lame and dumb...get a life.
3) I don't like the aggressive me. I can be whiny, self centred and angry. And when that happens, I'm not too discreet about it. I was thinking about it and concluded that its actually one of my defence mechanisms. When the going gets tough, I step up the gas, come onto the frontfoot and run over anything thats annoying.
4) Someone reminded me of that psychotic ex...yea, I've written of her already, quite a while ago....I just try to tell people...no more information or bits of news required now. Please, pay heed.
All in all, this week didn't end so well.Period.
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