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its a special day for me... usually i do not post on weekdays, that too on Mondays of all the days!
Mondays are when the real chaos happens. people come back from weekends, all fresh and hearty when they start banging their keyboards by lunch and get the whole system running. and it is this running system that brings things down!

the day was good and the mood swinging with the jubiliant atmosphere. a cuppa here and a cuppa there set the ball rolling.

this is a special post for a very special person.
it has 'CLICKED' finally. i just felt the 'VIBE'.

its way past midnight and my head is splitting... but i smile on!

this could be a shocker to the most of this world knowing me.

my day started with a blue smile coated with classy glitter. the warmth went on till i got to my workstation where i tip-tapped not more than 10 keys before calling it coffee time.
the parathas from either side were as good as the looks. my CCD buddy told me that the coffee machine had broken down and i was left with nothing to drink except sweet looks and water.
water with parathas is amazing any day given the right company.

pretty personified with wow locks and a sugar smile alternated for morning coffee.

work begins at 11:00 am with great planning and delegation. i was rocking my lunch when i was jabbing the 4 digit number on my landfone every now and then.

evening called for tea and coincidently on the terrace. the Gods seemed to be happy too. i was about to pop 'the question' when i chickened out.
but that would have been the best time.

my cousin-boss tells me that its been a great day for me. all backlogs were automatically being cleared out. in fact he once told me that today was the BIG day for me.
i was about to stay late at work when i realized that the BIG day needs BIGGER jobs to be done.

so there was a pending task on my to-do list.... it read "GO Speak-up you rascal".
so i called it a day and packed my way to 'the journey' back home.

and that was it.... santana kept playing in my head for over 2 hours and then......... :)

and life is good...

eclipse and the rainfall....

life has been hectic and the blog dry. i hate those folks who are able to wtite everyday and the ones who write not more than 20 words and get away with.

it was a pleasant Friday morning when i drove to work with a dear friend. close to my workplace i saw a house... crafted to my thoughts. it was something to be picked up from the shelf. stunning modern architecture personified. exemplary facade, simple yet astonishing. i stalled in front of the house to get food for imagination. i hope the guy who owns it respects IT enough.

work has been crazy as ever. but a few things insane. my past experience tells me i'll get over this.
have to learn the art of delegation.

my early evening was crazy when i was supposed to help a dearie fetch an auto from a close by place. as and when we started off it started pouring.... and pouring cats, dogs and all the others from the animal kingdom.
the scene was electrifying when the sun was out in it's fullest... rays blaring in your face and the rain Gods all set to break the windshield of the car.
icing on the cake.... a solar eclipse on its way in a few minutes...

i guess it was natures way of asking me to carry on... ;) and so i did.... crossed half the city!!!
i have no clue for me being nice... it feels gay when people think you are sweet!!!

skeeter is right when she tells me.... dude... tereko kuch ho gaya hai... ganja maybe

sunday sentiments

sunday began with someone switching off the air-conditioner for some reason unknown to my soul... i hate it!
sleeping with my watch on helped me know that it was exactly 9:00 am when someone committed this crime. however the savior was the fan that was swinging in its full. i pulled the bed cover over till it was almost noon.
i decide to wake myself.
fist things first i need water... especially after partying till about 2:00 am and having a sprite laden bladder and a gizzard full of peanuts and australian chicken strips(God knows if we even have chickens in australia).

then i had to pee.... wow! what a feeling. first pee of the day. blissful. its when you look up to the blue sky and thank God for being young... no enlarged prostate that would make you cry for the first leak.

tea follows with fibre biscuits accompanied by the Sunday Newspapers.
the air-conditioning comes back to life. the room is in a mess. clothes from last night, cellphone, notebook and wires all over the bed.

sipping my tea and dipping the biscuits i flip through the news.
exactly how i fantasize my Sundays to be.... blissful!

the editorial had my letter published from last weeks write by Karan Thapar on Sam 'Bahadur' Manekshaw.
makes me heard and happy.

then it was about a few relatives barging into my room. another thing for which i could have had them jailed only if wishes were horses.
i decide to skip lunch and be with myself.

Music Playing in the background....
Rockstar by Nickelback

Farewell Sam Bahadur (April 1914 - June 2008)

yesterday was yet another Friday for the most of this world while some carried a heavy heart as Field Marshal Manekshaw slipped further from a state of come to a state of NO return.

Sam Hormusji Framji Jamshedji Manekshaw, born April 03, 1914 was commissioned officer from the first batch of IMA at the age of 19.
With uncountable accolades attached with his name the most important one still remains the 1971 India-Pakistan war of which he was the architect and then fathered Bangladesh.
Being a soldier general, he was often dragged in controversies with the politicians on whose fancies he did not run the Army.
Mrs. Indira Gandhi's efforts to tame Sam Bahadur with the stick did not work as he knew the state of his job better than her.
In 1971 when over 90,000 people tried crossing into the Indian territory following a genocide in East Pakistan, the PMO was all set to call it War when Sam kept his foot down stating that the time was not good enough. He planned for another 7 months before firing the first shot in December and forming Bangladesh in less than a month. Pakistanis ate dirt here after falling flat on their faces.

Some controversies attached to his name:
1. Accused indirectly by Gohar Ayub Khan for selling the plans of the 1965 war to Pakistan.
2. Refusal to address Mrs. Gandhi as 'Madam' because this addressal according to him was used for ladies from a "different kind of a house".
3. Erected signboards for his troops along the frontier during the 1971 war "your hands stay in your pockets. Indian chics are prettier."

No matter the length of the list of controversies against his name, this country owes to Sam Manekshaw for what India is today.

I salute the soldier in Sam.


PS: India I feel owes a lot to the Parsis for their contribution of making the face of this country visible with naked-eye on the globe.

moving ahead

my life has gone places since the last time i posted.
i can feel the transformation... a transformation that i like.

the Thursday before last i stepped in to a new world.
i realized it when i was walking back home. it was a long walk when it suddenly started raining. i saw people all around me look-out for a shelter, canopy or anything that would keep the rain away...
i decided to walk.... to walk in the middle of the road. thinking about my past, of what i had been and then of the future of what i'd actually be.
walking in a heavy shower in my face, my clothes clung to my flesh. i felt the weight of my sneakers. everything was good. i felt like a child on the first day of his summer vacation.

awaits me is a world full of surprises, adventures, backaches, late nights and pretty faces.

mentioning pretty faces and i forget the new adventures... nah not possible.

so basically this new life talks a lot about new work tools, progression and new faces.

i believe i need this kind of a transformation every few years. keeps me rejuvenated.
its like morphine in coffee.

then its been listening to some great music. after purchasing 2 iPods and now left with none, i desire for another Product Red iPod.

[currently listening to Pehli Nazar - Race]
track changed in the middle of the posting...
[currently listening to IRIS - City of Angels]
connects well...

now about a few things that have been pissing me off.

1. Filipinoes: what the fuck is wrong with these guys? control freaks. why the fuck do they forget that they are just a by-product of the indian outsourcing boom. bloody seconds...

2. Gujjars: i support their movement. when the 'yadavs' can be labeled OBCs why cant they be. and how does it bother me. the reservation %age still remains the same. big fuck?
but guys, get a life. stop the vandalism... i am a frikkin tax-payer. spare me an iron-rod and i'll ram it through your guts the nest time you burn a DTC bus. i love these new DTC babies...

3. Snoop Doggies: get a life folks. you can't snoop into Uncle Snoopy's life without he knowing about it.
the idea is to snoop when Snoopy is not there 'coz Snoopy knows who's fucking around with him. and if some random chic claims to have slept with me or is my current or ex-girlfriend.... too bad. you really gotta buy some dignity. and about chotta supporting actors... eeeeeeeow!!! this is so sick. attention seekers. i am imagining how would it feel being the bridesmaid for the other women for an imaginary wedding. that's degree 3, not even the second fiddle.

4. my friend's lappie is broken. she now needs to take a call on it. best of luck Skeets!!!

5. mother fuckin power cuts!!! experiencing one right NOW...

that's all on the updates.
shall catch up soon.

\m/

~signed~
satan

new shoes...

as Skeeter rightly says "Lazy bum, would get out of the house on a Sat/Sun only if he has to get his car repaired."

it was a Saturday once again and my car wished for a new set of tyres after running a great 48000 Kms. it was a long journey for the rubber pairs, through mud, dirt, rain and pain.
my tyres wheeled themselves to the land of Amritsar many a times, Shimla, Jammu, Pathankot, Dehradun, Jaipur, Rohtang, Manali, Chandigarh, Lucknow and Noida... Noida... Noida (a Zillion times) .

they were never so important to me till the time they were good. i realized their essence only when i was asked to get them replaced. it was an initial shock. like a doctor telling me that i have been tested HIV positive and i keep telling myself that i had always used protection and those few times that i hadn't i was so sure that the girl was too hot to be an HIV carrier.

coming back to vulcanized rubber i decided to look out for the best for my baby.
after a lot of research i finally zeroed the company that makes tyres for my F1 car, the Red Prancing Horse from the House of Ferrari... Bridgestone!!!

After calling up a few Bridgestone Dealers directly and pulling a few social string i zoomed off to the store.
the owner was a sweet rich man who my Dad had befriended a few months ago. after presenting me a great deal with some unusual discounts, he won me all over when he even gifted me an black Arrow Polo worth 800 bucks. the first thing i did was to turn it to each corner to see if it carried a Bridgestone logo/advertisement. no it did not.

i cam back home feeling all bounce and crisp. the feeling that you experience when you wear your new sneakers.

it's a fresh new walk all together.
:)

PS: i recommend Reeta Skeeter's bloggong skills. you should all read her Masterpiece... http://reetaskeeter.blogspot.com/2008/04/delhi-diary.html

*cheeky grin*

The Son...

after a 3 month battle my great friend's dad today breathed his last...
almost 90 days back i received a phone call from him, informing about his father being admitted in the hospital. his state of mind - fucked.
he is definitely not the kind of a guy who looses hope too soon.
a strict character of a strong persona.

i used to check on him every now and then just to make sure that he doesn't feel low. from regular phone calls to overnight trips to the lavish hospital's
waiting lounge...
i knew it somewhere within that it's a tough battle to last with a renal failure, a hissing heart, water-laden lungs, blood infection and internal bleeding.
damn.... that's just too much ham on the toast.

an early sms to revealed the patient's nirvana. i still went in for an outside lunch.
i called up as many school buddies as possible expecting a few special ones to show up.
but i guess i had forgotten that these were good-time buddies. when it was finally time to meet him they backed out. i am sure that gyming, girlfriends and tired asses are more important than a friend's dead father.

waited till 6pm to hitch-hike to his house.

and there i see him meeting people. one after another. till it's my turn.
the hug was crushing me.
he cried. told me that he had promised to get his Pa home... at least once.

i passively and actively saw my friend fight for his dad's life. from pillar to post. spending money like cold water in a hot month.
all to receive a 157 page bill plus a death certificate.

i just returned home after wrapping up the hospital's tasks.
cremation happens tomorrow once his brother gets back to country.

till then it's a long night for me....

May the departed Soul Rest In Peace.