Thought-fully

Parties and dances have a distinct feature of attraction but I feel more at ease without it. Nothing wrong with the music and the DJ (as what it was to be).

I see and I see it coming for myself too. The preparations, the style, the smile (stickiness), the fashion, the food, the materialistic minds, the show offs and the pride. Rest all things kept in place, I wished not.

The pressures of not staying here are high and not justified. What is the pattern is expected to be followed. Generations I knew are in some other corner and everyone has a story of chance to tell. I rather not tell mine.

Chances are there and ambitions too. It’s now a matter of choice. Time will tell.

Thinking why would someone keep a great song on caller tune and then disconnect when someone calls.

Sometimes think that the final of IPL is as scripted as it could have been. I wonder if it is actually being played.

Things are very predictable and unfashionably cool. College was so in... Outside its just Life with its shrewdness.

Dun wrry... lecture is not the mantra of the day... Just wanted to share the pic... :D

Delhi Shelli...

Its often said and believed that Mumbaikars dont like Delhi and is wisely reciprocated. Never have we met a Delhieite and the conversation of city superiority ever reached its conclusion. This stands true for all topics of conversation right from City Location, Infrastructure, Politics to which place bears the most good looking gals that make you say woooooooow .... :D
Well, the conversation still continues and I still believe Mumbai is best in terms of Gal Quotient.. some of my friends disagree :P... I though admit Delhi has some amazing roads and infrastructure.. but then it has the space for it. We cant do that on our island.

The below list is taken from one of the Mumbai group on Facebook -- The group has 100s of them, I took few out of it.

You know you are from Mumbai (Bombay) when

1. You say "town " and expect everyone to know that*this means south of Churchgate.

2 You speak in a dialect of Hindi called 'Bambaiya Hindi', which only Bombayites can understand.

3. Train timings (9.27, 10.49 etc) are really important events of life.

4. You spend more time each month traveling than you spend at home.

5. You call an 8' x 10' clustered room a Hall.

6. You're paying Rs 10,000 sq ft. for a 1 room flat, the size of walk-in closet and you think it's a "steal."

7. You have the following sets of friend: school friends, college friends, neighborhood friends, office friends and yes, train friends, a species unique only in Bombay.

8. It takes longer to get off from your house to the station than from one end of Mumbai to another by train.

9. You actually pay for your rickshaws by the meter.

10. your idea of personal space is no one actually standing on your toes.

11. At 3am in morning you can still get wadapav or butter pav bhaji and when u r stuck in traffic even at 1:30 a.m

12. you call the cabbies n waiters BOSS

13. Every time you speak Hindi in front of a Delhitite they have the WTF expression on their face.

14. you behave like a foreigner in any other part of the country.

15. Chal, paka mat!" is an overused part of your vocabulary

16. You drink 2 sips of tea called 'cutting' more than thrice a day

17. you know that 'khamba' does not only mean pillar

18. When even at 8 in the morning you can see couples sitting and cozying up at Marine Drive and Worli Seaface

19. You get photographed at three parties and you're suddenly a page 3 regular

20. You know what the term "video coach" stands for in the local trains... (My Fav)

:D

My earlier trips there weren't exactly the social types and neither was this one... but on the last day of our training we had some time to make good. Having our drivers waiting to take us to airport, we took them to take us around Delhi. Expecting little dissatisfaction for doing more work than usual, my driver was more than happy to show us places. We could catch up only Kutub Minar and it was awesome. I had seen Lotus Temple last time ... so Qutub Minar was on the top of the list.

Click on the pic for the entire album :

Delhi Outing - Qutub Minar

Next Destination.... thinking!

Weddings in Heaven....Rents in Hell... People on Earth dreaming

Well the concept of arranged marriages is very simple, miraculous, intelligent and also Outright Preposterous !!!

Had been in this game for a while now.. so I can tell. Its played pretty much like cricket. Both sides come to bat and there are fielders who are there to catch a bad ball you hit. The interesting thing worth noting here is.. did you really hit a good ball badly, or did you purposely hit it to the fielder to go back to the dressing room. Well the fielding side will never know since the scorecard will read You Caught... HAHAHHA...It is a funny game.

Hence, gals, you really rock. Katz is convinced she wont marry conventional style.. Rabs no different. F1 (as rabs calls her) never did. Rabs recently told me that she wont attend my wedding if I marry someone I recently met cause that poor girl made an intelligent comment.... hehehhehe. At least now I know she will attend my wedding... Phew!! Had I only known it earlier.. :P

I read today that someone took a property was rented for 1.5 crores a month in Bombay. That makes the whole equation in perspective.. doesnt it? Ambanis are creating a world record by creating the costliest house on Altamount road. Yeah.. its just Rs. 2000 crores worth. If you any graduate, you can figure out how much is 2k crores worth today.. and how many countries have GDP-NDP of that size.
http://www.mumbaimirror.com/net/mmpaper.aspx?Page=article&sectid=15&contentid=20070530022210718d7460de5

My boss on my way back home on Friday asked me about a Job opening in UK to two of us. I was silent but was thinking thats too easy. They had the requirement and we had the niche. Boss's word wouldn't even need an interview. But will that make a difference.
I thought and Money wise, Yes... but as I cant help seeing it as Penny wise Pound foolish.

Lets see how Bombay has evolved. Its nothing to do with my love with the city but am asking you to do this from an historical perspective. Migrants from various villages came here for work and did the laborer's job and were treated as outsiders. They stayed through the humiliation and hard times and their next generations were called residents. They then took better education and job so you could make it big. Now when there is chance to make it big here, you go from this place to another city and start the whole cycle again ??? Is this all education here has taught us? We going from one village to another city. In all sense Bombay is costlier than New York and if one can make it big here, one can make it atleast twice as big in any other city in this world. Thats what I know..

but I dont want to convince you cause I might take the offer and GO !!!......:D

After a while, writing this becomes really pleasurable unlike most of the times when i hate to stare the screen and thinking what to do.

Well, as it is all the regular bloggers on leave... Rabs :P and gang, I decided to take a short leave myself. So this month was kinda slag. anyways, not much to write about other than the fact that its F* (Fultu.. :P) hot outside.

Anyways, further much ADO, will cut short and start studying. The tube-light in my house will be on for a while, and i need to get my thoughts right for what to speak in front of the huge crowd..... for the huge day tomorrow @ Symposium.

for those who decided to stay dead and not catch up on events, heres the video of the hyd. airport. Its one of my artistic captures.... :P

The Truth is out there .......... so are the Lies

Its been so far and I always believe that I am the most important person in my life. Am sure its the same with everyone else, unless you are a saint. Its been said that even for a Mother who is drowning in water- when she has to choose between herself and the child in her hand, will try to save the child... but there will come a moment when she will try to come up by putting her hand over her child's head and bringing it down to make herself come up. I guess I will be lying when I say I care for You more than Myself.. cause no matter in whatever merit of the moment I make that statement, I will be Lying.

Now, having the hypothesis in place, I wonder how did the love tales actually would have happened at that time where the lovers (according to history) had given their lives when they couldn't stay together. There must have been a fraction of a second, if not full, when either of them thought that giving up their life is not really worth it. Whats the use in dying for someone if you cant remain alive to enjoy the moments with that person for which you crying in the first place.

Anyways, I don't want to be the one sounding cynical and saying today times have changed and blah blah...So i will not.

Why suddenly this !!!
Its cause "Any fool can tell the truth, but it requires a man of some sense to know how to lie well."

So how to tell if someones lying?
A million dollar question - having lie detectors that themselves lie... what do we do??


Am thinking what will people in few centuries ahead talk about things in our generations. (i.e if our civilization survives few generations)
Probably about,
How Google killed MSN due to MSN's eyes on Yahoo.....

Riz Times

This is for old times sake... The times we shared at Rizzz..If anythings objectionable, please comment, will remove it (if i feel like it)

Till then, enjoy the few best moments of my times.. :D

I know someone will hate me a lot for putting it here.. but had nothing else to write :P (am back the way you liked it :D)

* In the spirit of the times *

The Night of 27 on 28

It was almost midnight..... Silence prevailed........ and


The sound seemed to be coming from some distant place that made me go towards it. I was confident am still sleeping, but suddenly someone said something and I opened my eyes. I was actually awake and holding my cell. The display was blinking and it was KD calling. The sound of the ringtone was getting louder. It was pitch dark with the cell backlight lighting up the room and the ringtone sounding like a thousand trumpets blowing. I said hello and the only thing I remember saying was "Am sleeping.. let me sleep... ". She was trying to sound chirpy and energetic as usual... and then it struck.. its my Birthday day call. Sweet that she is, she realised I was in deep sleep, she made no stone unturned to try and wake me up - to the extent of getting angry and shouting at me.. I said bye and went to sleep.

In few minutes it felt like am dreaming again...sound buzzing.. room being lit.. not knowing where I am.. the phone was ringing. I felt its KD again. Hurriedly, since it was ringing loudly, I got up and picked up the call.. but it sounded different. Almost unconsciously I realized its Rabia. That seemed strange cause she hardly calls.. and never on birthdays. So this time I opened my eyes to see if the call is really ON and it was. I could only hear her laughing and saying something like.. "Mission Accomplished". I had to tell her.."Please !!!! Say what you have called for and let me sleep." After few minutes of laughing she hung up... w/o saying "Happy Birthday".

I was asleep again.. and then was another sound .. thankfully it stopped.. and i snoozed till dawn. Woke up and it was Fasi's SMS. I knew Rabs must have told her about her mega accomplishments of the night.

I am usually awake on Birthday nights and never miss the excitement.. but this time I was really in bad shape... damn tired.. just crashed.

Anyways, its not that I wanted to make a great day out of it or anything.. the long story of the night was not for your entertainment or display my talent in writing.. but it was only cause I really don't remember what else I said. So KD - Rabs, if you feel like commenting and if only its a good comment.. please mention it... :D