Zouk
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Sunday, January 04, 2009
Confusing words...
Her Majesty would be at the end of her wits seeing her language been twisted around for more than what the words can convey.
Why is 'cuteeeee' more cute than 'cute'?
Why is 'cho sweeeeet' sweeter than so 'sweet'?
Why does 'loooooovvvvvvveeeee you' means more love than just 'love you'?
Why does 'missss u' means more "misses" than 'miss you'?
Why does 'byeeee' mean more than 'bye'?
What did I miss in my English classes? I thought I was always attentive and never missed anything, except for the grades...
Why is 'cuteeeee' more cute than 'cute'?
Why is 'cho sweeeeet' sweeter than so 'sweet'?
Why does 'loooooovvvvvvveeeee you' means more love than just 'love you'?
Why does 'missss u' means more "misses" than 'miss you'?
Why does 'byeeee' mean more than 'bye'?
What did I miss in my English classes? I thought I was always attentive and never missed anything, except for the grades...
Friday, November 28, 2008
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Thursday, November 20, 2008
3rd World Salsa Championship Swing Latino Tigo 2007
3rd World Salsa Championship Swing Latino Tigo 2007
Sunday, November 16, 2008
10 reasons why not to shave armpits.
With so much undergrowth it becomes messy and uncomfortable if not unhygenic to say the least. So it calls for a shave.
Once it done, the torture starts.
1) It is not really a place where it is comfortable to shave. It takes practice, is an art and puts one in all kind of funny positions to get the right angle.
2) The after shave hurts and pinches alot. Feels like as if someone has squeezed the guts out.
3) If that is not all, the deodorant is also not even comforting. Feels as if someone has poured alcohol over a cut.
4) After the natural calamity in pit, when the spring arrives and the growth starts, they kind of itch and many a times it ends up in one scratching that itch in the pit. Gruesome.
This not a FAQ, so fill the rest 6 all by yourself.
Friday, September 12, 2008
The Wrong side or the right side?
What is right or what is wrong? The answer is random. It really depends on what a person thinks, which in turn is governed by the upbringing and the people she/he has be surrounded with.
What we perceive as correct is what we see everybody doing around us. What ever they do not do is what we perceive as wrong. If we are instructed to do something and are told that it is correct, even though everybody else does the exact opposite, we kind of hear it in utter disbelief and never do that.
A very good example is what I always find on the roads and yet again today.
The road has three lanes, right most for overtaking, leftmost for the slowest and the middle one for usual. That piece of road is called the Inner Ring Road, a 4 kms of beautifully, evenly paved road; so I speed up.
As I am riding, zipping past the traffic, there is this guy riding slow enough to slow down the traffic behind him. I am on his right and honk, "I am about to pass". The gentleman cooly looks over his left shoulder and moves to the right.
Damn!
Screech. Brake. Brake harder.
I move to his left and pass him, giving him one really furious, "Condemn you to hell" look, which incidentally I am so sure from behind my helmet is not visible to anybody else.
How many times does that person ride on the road? Given the old make of the motorcycle, I guess almost everyday. For how many years, well many. But still why this odd out of place judgement?
Well, that is what he learnt from his parents, that is what he sees around him, that is what his friends do, that is what people around him do. So he probably believed that this is the right thing; even though what he did was grossly wrong.
And how many times would the same thing have happened to him? Man y a times and he still does that?
Well, if you happen to read this, just don't take right as right and wrong and wrong, use your brain to think, judge for yourself. Learn from around you and make your judgements and keep revisiting them.
Sunday, September 07, 2008
Rain and rain coat
For last 4 years, ever since I bought my motorcycle, I have been a lazy fellow; one of the laziest in the world if not the most.
The city where I live, it rains and it rains as if there is no tomorrow. The worst part of the whole rain thing is that it rains whenever it is time to leave for office or time to go back home after a long day.
For past so many years, every year the same story used to repeat. Whenever I was about to leave it was raining or it would start raining; and every time I used to get drenched. Dripping wet!
So this time I thought it is time to shun this laziness and get proactive. Proactive, after getting drenched for like 5 days in a row and no, the precursor was not the act of getting wet 5 days in a row, but the fact that I do not have those many pairs of shoes. After 5 days, all of the 4 pairs that I have were wet and I didn't have anything to wear to office other than the bathroom slippers. I was so much wet, wet to the soul. Even now I am waiting to find that person who said, "Fire cannot burn it, water cannot wet it, weapons cannot pierce it... " Crap find me that man and I will put him in this rain and ask him, "Kyon, bachoo? Ab aatma bheegi ki nahin?"
So the coming weekend I went to nearest store to buy a raincoat. Interestingly, everybody in the city thought that the day was good to visit the store. There were more souls in the store than the number of items on display or ready to be sold. With nobody to assist, it took me 20 minutes to find the right place to look for raincoats.
I bought a decent one and came back home, smiling. No more getting wet. No more stopping on the way under a tree, no more of this rain.
And ever since that day, it hasn't rained! One day it was drizzling and I thought it to be right time to wear the rain coat and leave in the rain. By the time I could get my stuff and get my motorcycle out of the parking it has stopped raining.
The other day, bright sunny day, no rain for like miles, I went out without my rain coat and it started drizzling. Luckily I was at home before it started pouring.
What use is a raincoat when it doesn't rain!
Now I know. If you have to stop rain in Gorakhpur, Kosi, let me go there with my rain coat. If you want it to pour in Thar desert or Sahara, let me go there without my rain coat.
I sometimes feel I kind to glue this rain coat to my skin, and I walk in the rain, it will stop raining, just where I am. Like a cylinder of dryness, right in between the falling drops of rain.
I don't know who is the nemesis of Bhagwan Indra, but for some reasons I believe that she/he is with me in the form of my raincoat.
Sunday, August 03, 2008
Office Time... Merry Time... KSN770
Have been terribly busy with the office last few weeks. The run up to Oshkosh was tiring, exhausting and fun.
The Bendix/King, the KSN770:
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
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Thursday, April 24, 2008
Monday, March 17, 2008
Saturday, March 15, 2008
The mom's delight to kid's plight
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Well we have seen it all in the movies and the advertisements on the TV. I sometimes feel that it is all because of that idiot box. Probably that's the reason why I still do not have that one at home!
It is all over the place; the movies like Because I said so, the matrimony website advert where the dad runs, with the groom's turban in his hand, after every guy he sees , and so many others of the kind.
I graduated from the college with not so high flying colors and finished my PGDIT. My director always referred to it as M.Tech, all the time clapping his hands. Those who were present there will know what I mean to say. Anyways, that was in 2004. It has been 4 years since.
Given the age that most people complete there masters you can do the math, whatever.
So, where was I?
Yeah. Now that I have been in the job for 4 years, I truly qualify as an eligible bachelor. At least everybody else feels so, if not me. My neighbors at home for certain. "He is educated, earns well and is till not married!. There must be something wrong with him!". I guess that is what driving my parents bonkers. Why don't the old women of the neighborhood have any thing better to do than to talk about why somebody is married, why somebody isn't and why somebody's daughter/son eloped with somebody else.
Well I understand the pressure that my parents would be going through. Even though those who talk, seldom look at their own household and those who don't know the reality, that things take their own merry time to happen, even marriage. But public hai....
So, this Saturday, while I was cooking something for my lunch, Rajma masala and rice, I got a call from my mother.
Who is this girl XYZ (name changed).
Well she is so and so.
She mailed me. How did she get my e-mail address and that too the official one.
Mom! how am I supposed to know. Google around and you'd find that your e-mail address is listed in so many place. Anyways what did she write about. But I still do not know why would she e-mail you. We worked together like 3 years ago.
The mail talks about an invitation to ABC.com (website name change). that was in fact a professional networking site.
Oh! You can safely delete that e-mail. And I explained what that was all about.
Ok. But I did visit that website. The girl looks good and is Assistant Manger. To my scientist mother that was a very educated girl in a good profession and in a good company. Well here, in this part of the world, the word manager certainly rings bells and for sure event the fused light bulbs also become very radiant, and what we have here, she is a mega watts of search light.
Mom! Come on.
Well the snap of you and your friend wasn't that sharp and good, and this one looked like her. So I just thought if she is the one, she looks good and lets talk about it!
Mom, she is not the one whose picture you saw. And I don't want to talk about her. And if this how you will talk about all my friends one by one, then I will stop telling you about my friends.
Nah! It is not like what you think. I just thought if you have somebody in mind, lets talk about her!
Ma, if I really did have any, I would have told you and dad about it a long time ago.
As you say. But I did see her profile there.
Ma, that profile will tell you nothing about what you are looking for, that a professional networking site.
But you can find a lot about a person, can't you?
And then the conversation enters that never ending circle, where you have to say, "Oh my God! The rice is on fire, I better go and take care of my lunch!"
But keep your eyes open!
I love you mum. :)
Well we have seen it all in the movies and the advertisements on the TV. I sometimes feel that it is all because of that idiot box. Probably that's the reason why I still do not have that one at home!
It is all over the place; the movies like Because I said so, the matrimony website advert where the dad runs, with the groom's turban in his hand, after every guy he sees , and so many others of the kind.
I graduated from the college with not so high flying colors and finished my PGDIT. My director always referred to it as M.Tech, all the time clapping his hands. Those who were present there will know what I mean to say. Anyways, that was in 2004. It has been 4 years since.
Given the age that most people complete there masters you can do the math, whatever.
So, where was I?
Yeah. Now that I have been in the job for 4 years, I truly qualify as an eligible bachelor. At least everybody else feels so, if not me. My neighbors at home for certain. "He is educated, earns well and is till not married!. There must be something wrong with him!". I guess that is what driving my parents bonkers. Why don't the old women of the neighborhood have any thing better to do than to talk about why somebody is married, why somebody isn't and why somebody's daughter/son eloped with somebody else.
Well I understand the pressure that my parents would be going through. Even though those who talk, seldom look at their own household and those who don't know the reality, that things take their own merry time to happen, even marriage. But public hai....
So, this Saturday, while I was cooking something for my lunch, Rajma masala and rice, I got a call from my mother.
Who is this girl XYZ (name changed).
Well she is so and so.
She mailed me. How did she get my e-mail address and that too the official one.
Mom! how am I supposed to know. Google around and you'd find that your e-mail address is listed in so many place. Anyways what did she write about. But I still do not know why would she e-mail you. We worked together like 3 years ago.
The mail talks about an invitation to ABC.com (website name change). that was in fact a professional networking site.
Oh! You can safely delete that e-mail. And I explained what that was all about.
Ok. But I did visit that website. The girl looks good and is Assistant Manger. To my scientist mother that was a very educated girl in a good profession and in a good company. Well here, in this part of the world, the word manager certainly rings bells and for sure event the fused light bulbs also become very radiant, and what we have here, she is a mega watts of search light.
Mom! Come on.
Well the snap of you and your friend wasn't that sharp and good, and this one looked like her. So I just thought if she is the one, she looks good and lets talk about it!
Mom, she is not the one whose picture you saw. And I don't want to talk about her. And if this how you will talk about all my friends one by one, then I will stop telling you about my friends.
Nah! It is not like what you think. I just thought if you have somebody in mind, lets talk about her!
Ma, if I really did have any, I would have told you and dad about it a long time ago.
As you say. But I did see her profile there.
Ma, that profile will tell you nothing about what you are looking for, that a professional networking site.
But you can find a lot about a person, can't you?
And then the conversation enters that never ending circle, where you have to say, "Oh my God! The rice is on fire, I better go and take care of my lunch!"
But keep your eyes open!
I love you mum. :)
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