Why?

I stay up late, I have no idea why. There is no real point is there. What I really want, I'll never get. Will the dream even notice that I am awake, coz I am to scared to dream it.

How?

did the writer succumb to the influence of money?

To Dad

I was reading one of my favourite ads the other day. For the initiated, it’s the "To dad" ad for Chivas Regal, by David Abbott. For the uninitiated, this is the ad. Click it to read it.



Now this ad brings more than a tear to my eye every time I read it. I wonder why. It’s strange. You see I have never kept a picture of my dad, mostly because I didn't want to recognise the fact that I used to have a dad at all. Children with parents like mine come up with hundreds of ways to deal with the drama that comes with them. We have defence mechanisms, avoidance methods… all to protect ourselves and our sanity from the very person who's blood runs through our veins. Sometimes I worry that I may someday have to protect myself from myself.

I don't want to believe that his ways could be inherited, I don't want to believe that I have his eyes, his chin, or his voice… because if I acknowledge that, I may never be able to look in a mirror again.

So while the rest of the world is having picnics or enjoying a nice lunch or dinner in celebration of all the wisdom, love and genes that their fathers passed on to them, I'm having my dinner, writing this and praying I don't ever turn into the person who was my father.

Hello Free Speech

I am glad I can post again...

Mumbai's Spirit

So what were they thinking when they decided to block blogs for a couple of days... who did they get and what miraculous evidence did they gather from the 0-1 binary coding of the internet really?

They have done the crime people... They have finished posting their messages, bombing the targets and left. So what are you doing blocking blogs now? Besides, there are other blog servers that exist. They were working just fine. And I was happy.

Now, the problem is this... you have way too many people in the top spots in the government today who don't love the city coz it's not their own... Once you "transfer" cops like Daya Naik, who might have made his share of money, but has sure encountered a hell lot of anti-social elements... that's what they deserve... To die. I mean seriously, you fight for the right of someone who's sole purpose in to take away your life, Mr. Social worker? The only way these thick skinned, brain washed delinquents will open their mouth, is if they are arrested under POTA and flogged.

You have transferred anyone who has loved the city, right from Justce Odumbe Patil to Daya Naik and several other officials who, if they had the information, would have never let this happen. And that’s simply because of one reason. They have contacts. They’ve spent years developing them and with one phone call, for your selfish motives, you transfer them.

We Mumbaikars are left with a government that is helpless. How can a city that is made for 1 million people hold 10 million? How can its infrastructure last? Why should we blame the government for the rain and the floods?

If you want to blame the government blame the central government. After the floods, Mumbai was promised a huge some of money by our honourable prime Minister. Then at the budget, our not so honourable finance minister did not sanction that money. The money for the highest tax paying city in the country. In fact, the money was used on some development crap, for the Hyderabad Cyber City Highway project.

The commercial hub’s restoration fund was used for road development for a project that isn’t even up yet. It gets better. When the tsunami happened in the southern part of India, Maharashtra donated the highest amount of money. Government employees’ one-day salaries were cut to collect the money. And what did we get in return. Nothing but “Mumbai has a great spirit”. Spirit, my black ass. It’s been forced to get back on its feet. Forced by necessity and hope.

After the blast, Kerela donated money. The government said but it would have to be used only for the Keralites that were affected. Our government Refused saying we aren’t communal… I am so proud. But me thinks, therein lies the problem. Let’s become selfish.

Who am I kidding, we are from Mumbai, we have that "spirit" remember?

Isn't it cool

What is? This random Surrealism generator, that i got... I saw it on a friend's blog and thought i must put it up... You want experience it's true power... on a lazy day... visit my blog and keep refreshing. you will cheer up.. trust me. Provided if it's there of course.

Nice Sunday

It truly has been... after a long time... Well, at least upto now.

It began with a fairly early morning. Not one of those Sundays where you get up at lunch... Went to Manori... great place... better food and the best place to unwind, even if you are working. BELIEVE ME.

The only bitch about it was... ya there had to be something that wasn't right, it's my life afterall... The beach was dirty... now most of you might think that coming from Bombay (Mumbai, as the case may be), i should be used to it... well... I am, but i dont expect one when i head out of the city. Why oh why, can't people use bins... but then that is like asking aliens, why do they have to use anal probes... uh? that didn't make much sense... but it's my blog and i shall write what I jolly well please. If you don't like it, then read someone else's... Unless of course, you want to finish reading about my day...

Couldn't do it, could you? I am just that good... Ok, now I am pushing it.

And if you are still with me, then hats off or Sorry... depending on bored or... well how bored you are... don't see any other reason...

So, ya why can't they use bins... the beach is beautiful, the sun better, the wind, the company, the drive, the rain... everything, just about everything is perfect and then you shudder to step on the beach, because it's dirty and cheap men... Which isn't too much of a problem in my case...But the girls, ya... that's an issue.

So then I drive back... head out to in orbit to watch a movie... don't get tickets, so I eat dinner and then decide to step into Crossword...and i went mad....

I BOUGHT.....HOLD YOUR BREATH.... NINE BOOKS. I am soooooooooo thrilled.

Now I shall start reading... so good night and go back to whatever it is you were doing before you started reading this.

Ah, Sunday, What a funday.

Ctrl Z

Another one of those options that would be great in reality.. Could be used for a bad haircut, a hangover, a bad relationship or even to cure death... Imagine the grim reaper having to face to the utility of Ctrl Z. I mean, he would have gone through all this effort to plan your death.. got you into an accident and after you crash, your buddy goes, oops Ctrl Z... So now here is your assignment. If you were the Grim Reaper how would you tackle the power of Ctrl Z...

Now only if you wish you hadn't read this post and wasted time... Oops! the Ctrl Z doesn't work does it? See what I mean.

Read This. Just had to borrow it.

1. Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead. Do not walk ahead of me, for I may not follow. Do not walk beside me either. Just pretty much leave me the hell alone.
2. The journey of a thousand miles begins with a broken fan belt and leaky tire.
3. It's always darkest before dawn. So if you're going to steal your neighbour's newspaper, that's the time to do it.
4. Don't be irreplaceable. If you can't be replaced, you can't be promoted.
5. Always remember that you're unique. Just like everyone else.
6. Never test the depth of the water with both feet.
7. If you think nobody cares if you're alive, try missing a couple of car payments.
8. Before you criticise someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticise them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes.
9. If at first you don't succeed, skydiving is not for you.
10. Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach him how to fish, and he will sit in a boat and drink beer all day.
11. If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again, it was probably worth it.
12. If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.
13 Some days you're the bug; some days you're the windshield.
14. Everyone seems normal until you get to know them.
15. The quickest way to double your money is to fold it in half and Put it back in your pocket.
16. A closed mouth gathers no foot.
17. Duct tape is like 'The Force'. It has a light side and a 'Dark Side', and it holds the universe together.
18. There are two theories to arguing with women. Neither one works.
19. Generally speaking, you aren't learning much when your lips are moving.
20. Experience is something you don't get until just after you need It.
21. Never miss a good chance to shut up.
22. Never, under any circumstances, take a sleeping pill and a laxative
on the same night.

Crtl F

Wouldn't it be nice if you could Ctrl F in your cupboard, when you are actually looking for something.... Seesh! Reality Sucks.

Thank You Mr. Murphy

Well.. let's face it.. today wasn't one of the best days of my life... It began with a bad dream.. then a thought that i am tooo scared to recount.. and then the early morning ritual fight with mi ma... then with... ahem ahem... er... well... ya u get the point... then i get to work... not to bad i say to myself until I start getting work, attending meetings and discover how just another one of my weekends is going to be spent along with the maintenance staff and a couple of other colleagues...

Cut to 5:30 pm.. The fights have escalated.. both mind you and now the prodigal son has to go to pick up medical reports... These will decide the fate of mi ma's health, which hasn't been very good lately, hence the tests.. i guess you figured that.. no one randomly takes tests.. if they do they have too much money, in which case they can give it to me or they have way too much time, in which case they can do the same... so enough meandering.. coming back...

I head to get these tests and then i get a call that have to meet someone... bad dream just became reality... Fight two gets enters round three.

Now, on my way to collect these tests, i end up crashng my car... wow!!!! Thank you... as if I needed this.... you see i havent had any excitment in the last 20 mins... Now the accident was only the beginning. This anal prick who scratched my baby gets out of his IMPORTED FUCKING SUV ( which makes me feel so guilty) and well starts to yell... now, c'mon, what'd did you expect him to do.. hug me... if you do then please stop watching Radio mirchi ads...

Resuming.... He tells to me drive ahead so he can, and i quote "RAM", from the back so that i can claim insurance.... what a prick..the anally retentive arsehole, hope his groin is infested with the fleas from the corpse of a decaying camel.... ahhhh!!! that felt good...

As i drove ahead, obviously leaving behind the anally retentive bastard (pun not intended, seriously)... a cop catches me for talking on my.... hold your breath... MY HANDSFREE... while driving.. since when did that become against the law.. screw it... i paid him the fine and moved on...

Moving on.... I pick up the tests... haven't opened them yet... finish off the dreaded nightmare, which went off well, i thought....i came to office... opened the tests and TADAAAAHHHH. it's not a good thing....so wont talk about it...

Now as i come home to the parking lot.. i look for a safe parking spot... and BANG.. into a pot hole goes my tyre again... I say again coz it happened thrice before.. so 4 puny men... including me... decided to lift a car whose engine, probably weighs more than the four of us put together.

now get home.. continue fight one... worry about ma's health.. and for those you know me.. stress aint to good for me.. so ya ouch... now i will try to sleep.... but first i have to talk to those voices in my head.. u know i think it was beacuse it was the 13th... so till tom then...

Writing this felt nice... am happier now... i think... let's see.. but ya Mr. Murphy, here's what i'd like to tell you...BRING ON THE DAY.