Birth @ Earth

Mr.He's Blue Valentine !!!

2011-02-13T01:05:00.000+05:30

Seeming run of pictures,
frame by frame
he forget to blink the eyes,
and got stuck in this stupid game..................

but it was just too late,
those colors marched out'of gate,
and frames started falling apart
he started running around
but with no where to depart
came crashing to the ground.....................

from the last coin in his last time,
he tried a call with the left over pride
to find out she was never on the other side.....
yes, she was never on the other side.......

as church bell invited everyone
please join the mass at nine,
our Mr.He ended his blue valentine...

Worlds Best Opening Quote (of a movie)

2010-12-01T12:29:00.002+05:30

Of course, I've seen her films and always thought she was, well, fabulous -- but, you know, million miles from the world I live in. Which is here -- Notting Hill. My favourite bit of london. There's the market on weekdays, selling every fruit and vegetable known to man...The tattoo parlour -- with a guy outside who got drunk and now can't remember why he chose 'I Love Ken'...The racial hair-dressers where everyone comes out looking like the Cookie Monster, whether they want to or not...Then suddenly it's the weekend, and from break of day, hundreds of stalls appears out of nowhere, filling Portobello Road right up to Notting Hill Gate....and thousands of people buy millions of antiques, some genuine...... and some not so genuine. And what's great is that lots of friends have ended up in this part of London -- that's Tony, architect turned chef, who recently invested all the money he ever earned in a new restaurant...So this is where I spend my days and years -- in this small village in the middle of a city -- in a house with a blue door that my wife and I bought together... before she left me for a man who looked like Harrison Ford, only ...and where I now lead a strange half-life with a lodger called...Spike!

Stir It Well !!!

2010-11-19T11:23:00.000+05:30

When in time,
travels my mind,
to-n-fro...
It all appears to be mine,
ahead or behind,
wonder, how far I wanna go

She is that Sunshine...

2010-10-08T15:13:00.002+05:30

Walking on the beach, with a lazy style
she made it bend,
before i know, we covered that mile,
'nd my heart was mend

There was a time, when i looked around
but it was all dark
zing in her eyes lit a candle light
made'em fade, the old scar

She is that sunshine,
I have'been waiting for a long long time
took me to, that'old world'of mine
She is that sunshine.......

From my window, when i look outside
the grass is green and birds are white
now my door open to that beach
where waves come around to touch her feet
everything that glows is never out of reach ...

She is that sunshine,
I have'been waiting for a long long time
took me to, that'old world'of mine
She is that sunshine.......
She is that sunshine.......

PS : PayPal Office (Somewhere between 7-8 th Oct'10)

Slow Burning Inside A Waiting Room...

2010-05-10T02:08:00.001+05:30

Years wait to ask her out,
then, one day decided & said it out-loud,

Moments wait for an answer to appear,
Will she Won't she, every blip was making it peer(unclear) ,

Mr.Yes arrived, with an uncertain note,
'Sometime' was the word, that she wrote

At the stroke of that some-time,
i found myself on platform no.9,
with a candle cake & wine,

looking outside from morning to noon,
i was slow buring inside a waiting room........

locked in winter's midnight gloom,
i was slow buring inside a waiting room........

Came & went were summer of april may & june,
i was slow buring inside a waiting room........

i was slow buring inside a waiting room........
i was slow buring inside a waiting room........

I wish you could've stayed

2010-04-08T10:13:00.002+05:30

When the river starts to get dry,
and tears start rolling from the eyes,
when the leaves, leave the trees, in the autumn sky,
and never return home even in the night,
when i fail after a hard days try,
and close myself behind those doors to cry,

I wish you could've stayed,
for a morning walk, for an evening talk
I wish you could've stayed,with a smile on your face, to fill every space
I wish you could've stayed,
I wish you could've stayed,

When on a fresh sunny day,I look outside,
just to find a strange mist rising high,
When it feels so lone and alone,
at most crowded street on my way back home,
When thought of happy days, bring on the pain,
and to break this haze, i need a lot of rain

I wish you could've stayed,
for a morning walk, for an evening talk
I wish you could've stayed,
with a smile on your face, to fill every space
I wish you could've stayed,
I wish you could've stayed,

Break-Up Blues

2010-02-12T10:54:00.000+05:30

She left me loose on a stupid little table of that coffee shop,
Brusing my throat and breaking my heart with a mercy-less drop

She said 'I love you and will do it too till my dying day',
'But, can only do it in my way, so dont express or ask me to move around now'
'All i can give for good time sake, a handshake and a tender bow'

Ocean of emotions, that we filled without a break,
but your refusal in jest, cut it into a perfect fake

Even on those white roses, now your words can't stand
i have slipped my life on them, now i dont wanna understand

O'now I am on the loose,
this ocean's-a-cruze, where
truth is smear and rain is dear
i am sailing through my break up blues.....

i am sailing through my break up blues.....
i am sailing through my break up blues.....

LOPE OF DOPE

2009-12-05T01:49:00.001+05:30

Underneath this crazy dress,
walking is a feeling of unrest,
when i take it to the wilderness,
to kill the pain of this quiet guest,
then the world shouts in my ear,
driving along by sitting in the rear,

Its time again, to crash that gate,
lie on the floor and hallucinate,
So please find where's my drip,
let me escape on another trip,

Step up the gas, climb high on rope,
to run this mile, on a lope of dope.

Most Hollow hour of the midnight,
now burns me with the sunlight,
leaning on the door of a caravel,
when i try to break free from this spell,
then the world stands beside my corpse,
gifting irony, but not a single tear drops,
and there was a cry, at-last she realise,
but it was all for a prize,
to turn my pyre into a mire,

Take a breath, jump up the wall,
enough of runs, now let me crawl,
So please get me that golden drip,
let me enjoy this final trip,

i am flying and joining, on a higher hope,
just hold my hand, i am on lope of dope..

Your Look !!

2009-07-14T23:42:00.000+05:30

When Sunshines, feels a world of great,
When dark arrives, gets faceless & hypocrite,
Innocent, beautiful, yet biggest ever crook,
Your Look
If earth is round & life goes in circle,
then you will see & watch yourself,
dont cry; it will be too late to realise,
but before you die, just remember,
someone still likes.........
Your Look!

Time to Cry, Again !

2009-04-21T10:20:00.001+05:30

It's time to;
Close the door,
Bring the light to the floor,
Lay back down alone,
Break the silence with a sudden groan,

It's time to;
play-watch the ceiling game,
spin along but not to show the pain,
moist the eyes with a deary rain;

Its time to cry, again.

Goa - To Recruit !

2009-03-09T00:48:00.005+05:30

"When we got loaded and stressed out at risk management, HSBC, just like any other person, we decided to go on a vacation. As you can watch our very own naked and semi-naked gang @ surf rescue - candolim beach GOA"

Man, I Have Gone So Cold !

2009-02-15T00:32:00.000+05:30

Just the words,
to play with the world,
vacant possession, it became,
an arrow made that bird go lame,
sky, clouds and they swim in galore,
ennui, now melt with a down pour,
lost and gone, as w're never born,
that is what is now known,
never felt like this before,
somewhere, deep inside the soul,
Man, I have gone so cold !

PS :
Essence is gone, leaving you hollow
and you have been made to realise, its gone for ever,
but life still needs to be lived, not the one you wanted,
but one, that has taken you........
and its too late to get it back.

But Not For Me !

2009-01-22T21:17:00.000+05:30

I was there, blind behind the guide,
in darkness, even theater can't provide,
moon was spread in sparkling glee,
light was infinite, but not for me,

Then came the dawn, buring darkness,
like old tired grass off a fresh lawn,
they came arm in arm, singing love songs,
being a rusty pawn, eyes were my lone plea,
touch was infinite, but not for me,

I left being guided, at the twilight,
searched an offer, for an end of this plight,
world was setting off, alive was hope-wee
sadness was infinite, but not for me.

Flavour of Everything !

2008-12-28T16:11:00.007+05:30

Her soft hands, carved me in proper shape,
handling-caring, then parked in board cage,
Her soft hands, uncovered me in elation,
clapping-blowing, ripped me into pieces,
A piece was then, smashed to a pretty face,
wondering, were all hands of same or others,
gripping-dripping, fell into a garbage bin,
and, I got Flavour of Everything......

Face The Phase !

2008-11-03T16:31:00.008+05:30

A Disclaimer : "The characters in this story are fictitious and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental."

Ms.X, a common girl from small town tapahanica. while she was blowing the 26th candle, all her friends were getting married leaving her loner and miserable(r).

All these wedding parties lead to a surge in her understanding of the importance of gold in Indian weddings. Influenced she writes an artical "Same Gold Story", as dissertation for part time mba, which miraculously gains editorial respect from both city dailies.

Ms.X becomes famous and gets a job with leading MNC bank branch in tapahanica. She invests 50% of monthly savings towards gold. Then she gets a proposal, which she accepts readily on premise that it promises to end her phase of misery, anxiety and uncetanity. But then arises a typical indian problem, surname's and festival celebrating ways were different from what the parents expected. Due to this the wedding plan goes into trouble water. Eventually after an year long phase of misery, anxiety and uncertanity she quitely gets married.

Ms.X, next month gets a letter, that she is getting redeployed due to bad global economic condition & her below average level performance (she realises that office was totally ignored, since she was settling personal issues). This again draws her in a fresh phase of misery, anxitey and uncertanity which ends with her ending up in a job, city and world that she didn't understand.

Ms.X spends next one year lone and miserable, celebrating festivities as impostor, finally quits her job describing this situation as inhuman, with more work and same money, since it has left her with an exasperating snoring habit.

Ms.X gets a job back in tapahanica, on the credibility of her post grad dissertation, in bank for bullion trading and she does the obvious, buy gold in frenzy. With a nice salary, gold prices going up inspite of economic meltdown, things were even.

Ms.X gets divorce, as the snoring habit was giving her husband chronic hemorrhoids. Meanwhile she slept over the century's largest gold crash and lost her job as she didnt switch from gold, leaving her with a situation she can't comprehend.

When asked by a close source, why you remained on gold while its world was crashing, she said "So was mine, i got this job due to my gold report, so what credibility would have left if i had to tell them that i want to switch to another bullion" .... "another bullion" and she laughed for the first time in last two years।

Now Ms.X is 28 and : -

Runs a silver ornament shop in tapahanica, which is named as "Gold is Old" (which she bought, after trading off her gold savings, at an all time low price)
Surprisingly conducts yoga classes for teenage girls on "How to deal with misery, anxitey and uncertanity"
Writes an artical "Left may be Right" on don't look for eaiser options- "Face The Phase !"

Greens & Blues

2008-11-02T18:22:00.000+05:30

Since childhood i had this strong love for grass, it makes me happy as it's bed gives a tenderly, settling and calm felling, even i can tell by looking at grass, the country it belongs to.
That day when i woke after a not so short journey, from car rear i was witness to one of exotic lawns in district of rohtak, "i have almost grown up here howcome i never saw this part of city", next to it were bold english letters MEDICAL COLLEGE, but not so bold people who were wailing on stretchers as they waited to be attended, i am sure for them that grass made no sense, for me it was a sight but just as it wasn't soothe, no mistake of grass-it was timing, as one of my kin's was in same institution, we walked across a typical hospital lobby, there were people with sweat of tention, pushing wheel-chairs, rushing with a piece of paper to collect medicins, peculiarity that every sign was written in blue color (ward no, bed no, doc's nameplate) as it is sky here is covered with cloud of blues, authorities should use green, on the way back i was disturbed by the present incident, visuals and hospital smell that makes one tense, suddenly i saw an ironical sign on glass that can be read as WARD or DRAW depending on where you are standing, exactly where was I standing, where was I ........................... I was in mumbai delhi GoAir flight 172, with mixed feeling, when i say mixed i mean postive as usually or rather unusually i don't much enjoy going home, but this time it was different i had a sense of relief may be i was temporarly drifting away from my sorrow, that everytime leaves me in despair-now approaching my life at a place where i liked the most. When door opened at I/323, house was in complete mess due to diwali work-depriving me of comfort it provides when i didnt used to like it.
I similed as i understood the existance of that sign, moment you draw towards the ward-ward draws itself, it left me wondering "To overcome your own sorrow, what is required happiness or a larger sorrow"................

What....Nothing

2008-08-25T00:19:00.003+05:30

She has gone beyond,
the length of my arm; i tried
holding on, to me, so never cried
buried, took it in my stride,

there were things,
as seen by me, in her eyes,
it was just, i didn't recognise,

her words are mere noise and sound,
earlier they made sense, now profound,

night is about to over,
hope, tomorrow will be bright,
another knock on the door,
am waiting for the sight, is it her,

i have stopped dreaming
as lost, about her, every meaning...

I am a Rain Drop !!

2008-08-17T21:32:00.002+05:30

Domestic wasn't my destiny,
but no one was bane,
still evaporation after being in it,
did had a brief pain,

Up there it was dark,
with an electric of nature unkind,
i started for another embark,
leaving all by hind,

Guided by the air, guided by the light,
touching new land, was a delight,
praising; it wasn't god's crime,
now, i want it dark all the time,

Disappearing at a notice, pry
sometimes, you like, or you cry,
you can't find me in the crop,
don't grow used to me,
after all, I am a Rain Drop !

Memory Lane is Closed !!

2008-06-23T10:30:00.006+05:30

I wanted to write on this topic and then i came across this and it was so perfect that didnt needed to be touched upon ... like few things :-)

"Don't you just take the past and put it in a room in a basement and lock the door and never go in there? That's what I do, And then you meet someone special and all you want to do is to toss them the key and say; open up, step inside, but you can't, because it's dark, There's demons and if anybody saw how ugly it is. I keep wanted to do that, fling the door open just let light in and clean everything out."
--
Mr Tom Ripley
The Talented Mr. Ripley

Within The Measure Of A Day

2008-06-09T09:59:00.002+05:30

Neck and head grew a margin of art,
gasping for more, i was left broken heart
Hands on the waist gave birth to a ward,
stupidity lead me hanging at courtyard

When you think you got it all,
a pebble on the street can make you fall
After being blinded by light,
we just left cutting through the dark

I was confused, looked around in blue,
found myself standing there in queue
With, a new life, but old memories,
not knowing, what to do

May be its end, means were other
uninhibited, and the day was over !

The Long Day Is Over ....

2008-04-21T16:25:00.002+05:30

Earth was rotating, clock ticked perfectly right
Day seemed so long, though world was a usual sight

A girl came to my shop, wanted to buy a life
for that she was even willing to bribe
but she got it all, didn't knew that knack
It's just she wanted it in a different pack

I looked hard, for her, but couldn't find
she frowned and laughed at this, appeared to be kind
efforts went in vain, as she held me bane

when she went, part of me died but relived again
i must thank her for, that i learnt to feel sorrow and pain

neither want to damage, nor to delve
now, gloom is gone sky is silver
hey troubadour, trust, the long day is over ...

PS : The Long Day is Over - Norah Jones

Random Muse

2008-04-06T01:08:00.003+05:30

Sometimes even time like 5 mins brings such a critical change, i don't know whether its 13 or 12 days, or this 5 min in future will make it from 1 to 0 day, but how does it matter anyways as this number is not of any statistical significance, except being a date somewhere-someplace on a card, calender or reminder on cell phone. Music (Midival Punditz : Lage na mora jiya, tohri aakhiyon se naina lage re), is making me smile and sad at unusual frequencies, its becoming my favourite past time watching pics that i have collected like stamps, as i clicked the folder property to check out exact numbers (128 MB, 244 pics) i discovered windows is so realistic rude as it shows folder attribute as Read-Only, "come on not for pics atleast, i deserve better then this", instantly music moved next in playlist, i wonder does life also have such playlist where it moves next when previous activity is done, so many things are crossing my mind - i can't pen them all - i think i am becoming worst victim of my own thoery "The Guided Life", anyways song that is on play mode - Naina from Omkara, i don't wanna listen to this song anymore as it brings a picture where she is crying in second last seat of her return flight, again i wonder in playlist of life can we skip something if we are not liking it for any particular reason, ok forget it, its not realistic ! I dont wanna rub eyes but this mist is no useful, someone is playing craker rockets at a distance its looking beautiful from my window, but they have to stop doing it what if yesterday was New Years Day, it might rain in sometime, i am waiting as it's such a soothe ......

Death of a Want ...

2008-04-02T09:31:00.001+05:30

I didn't wanted to say, but i couldn't
I didn't wanted it this way, but i couldn't

Once was a child, who came everyday and passes by
Wanted it like this for life, walking away glanced at me with one eye
I felt so high, and i decided to die.

There was a car, i knew about from engine to alloy
Someone else bought it, i was relaxed was a white lie
I felt so high, and i decided to die.

Decorations were bright, it came once for the people nearby
Still scared was the bride, as ques waited for an ans by
I felt so high, and i decided to die.

I took sleeping pills, expecting to woke with her sleeping nearby
Gazing at the illusion, laughed as i still wanted it be my
I felt so high, and i decided to die.

Even satisfying that want became a fight,
I got the heaven but no god was in sight.......

Time, Heart and the Guilt

2008-03-31T08:47:00.003+05:30

It started with big deep eyes, i felt current in my head
Still it got pleasant with time, though it wasn't pink but red.

Voices got visibly spread, sun by day and moon by night
It created a sharp whirlpool, and i decided to dive
Distances were traveled, places people were in sight
Moments disappeared, left me with sweat but a touch to revive.

Heart grew horn, as exploration went beyond platonic want
Child name guilt was born, as worst fear came back to haunt.

All the days got over, remains were assurance and goodbye
It started raining from the sky, which finally ended with my eye.

A Lot Like Love !!!

2008-01-27T02:42:00.000+05:30

After passing screen test, i found myself an empty corner, from where a complete view was available. Ladies with elegance, men with procured polish waited for their turn in queue, my ipod make a clunk to next one on list and following words stuck my ear drum........

"Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaking suspision love actually is all around."

Mr. Prime Minister (Huge Grant) - Love Actually

I was gloomy and unfortunately i was at arrivals that too at new delhi airport, thus inspite of like those above words for first & second time, this time somehow i found an irony..if love actually is around then why he feel a need to go all the way from 10 downing street to Heathrow Airport.......what kind it is?

My thought went back in time, me and my friend (Mohit Shimpi) walking across book shelf in crosswords at andheri, despite being pro at books all he could manage was looking at girl at kids counter helping them with starts ups, with a grunt he confessed he is in love with that girl, my suggestion he should he audible to her on this one but he didnt, later i realised why. We headed toward coffee shop (thing that we used to do after every new book) he made similar grunt and was looking at girl on another table, i rather kept quite and as we came down to shopping area..there was like series of those grunt and for him love was all around.....but what kind it is?

I didnt even completed my smile over this, my iris glanced on LCD nearby, lawn tennis was being telecated, refree recited love all, after every game there was love all, but players fought for points just to start with love on both sides......points came and went but love was all around........what kind it is?

Then i arrived at mumbai airport with a perplexed and wanting mind to find love just to witness mad rush at baggage counter and then at taxi point......what kind it is?

Then came Golden Chariot (Airport Coffee Shop), i complete my pending share of simile and try to catch that neon board as much as poosible as taxi fizzed off.....

Why do you stay in prison , when the door is so wide open, I think that's why Mr.Prime Minister goes to airport.

;-)

TRANSITION

2008-01-11T01:24:00.000+05:30

Walking across a market lane looking at every white wear that came in way, mixing milk before powder in Tea, choosing white ice cream - even straberry paste seemed an adulterant suggested clearly that she has a love for white.

When we headed for mountains, decision was unanimous to build something that reflect purity in that sense. So all the efforts were directed toward one single objective, meeting and having good time during this course.

While making it, we all knew its seasonal and gonna melt , but anticipation of even limited joy was motivating. It came out beautifully, House of snow, drinks not only came with ice it came in ice, everything from chairs to glasses were of ice, all the people who were involved in making it are now experiencing pleasure out of it...it was magical as orange light was spread and all the emotions, moods and feelings are touched upon in this time frame leading to a sneaky warm feeling.

It was white house with blue door, everything seemed so settled.................. people started to enjoy.

Worst part about good things in life that it happen to you at the very end and then time just runs out on you.

Along came a sunny morning, inevitable happened, we all knew about it still there was a strange sinking feeling of being parted from the joy, it was draining at a rapid pace, wanting to get in i rushed towards door, fell it was all dark, when eyes opened i was stuck by an awe as i was trying to enter an illusion, i found myself in middle of cold water channel that was going back to basics, where it want to be........overlooking all the efforts we scarified.

Shivring with cold sweat, i realised, Sometimes people think they lose things when they didn't really lose them, it just get moved, we just cant find them but they still exist in some or other form................

I GUESS SO !!!!!!!! Yes ..... I saw her wearing black last day........isn't it

FLUSTER

2007-12-16T18:13:00.000+05:30

Colonnade, outside my window was home to labour pain and subsequent delivery, resulting into eggs that later evolved into life.

Then one fine day, there it was a baby pegion, since i was a witness of this hatch, it lead an startling emotional outburst in me like i covered the place with shoe box, served boiled rice and wheat.

As it longed for care, i couldnt touch the baby coz that would have ment end to it, thus I learnt love can be expressed without the touch and i withdrew.

I was aware of vanity...... Everyday while leaving my towel to dry i used to watch the walk and ever expansive wings.
On that distinct dawn pegion was not there, i felt hollow, like all the emotions have drained out leaving me with few down one, i wonder why, was it the flight, forgetfulness or is it true that One need to get over the most sublime love in order to be free.

When i looked around no one was in sight. Life had taken a full circle, light seemed fake as i didn't knew what i was searching for, that moment taught me something.

What, i am still trying to decipher.

Till Then........Experience !!!!

The Food Court

2007-06-17T17:35:00.000+05:30

Nearly after 10 min, I was caught by a high flashy light suggesting me once you enter there is no escape, I found myself standing in a long queue and shielding myself from strong pushes and multi color trays flying in every direction. I was thinking what my sentence is going to be like, a gentleman appeared after listening to my defense he said No: 394 and Rupees 175, and was directed towards another level, person over there was not that gentle he said 20 min minimum, I thought its possible only in Mumbai that even to get butchered you to stand in queue, I returned to my wooden cell to find out one of my group members is already finished as he was the first to commit that crime, after starting the quest again midway I found third member of the group is nearly out in stampede structure, finally 394 appeared in bold red letters, reached out for it, tray was pushed, I recited “Oh God”, hanging.

I always wondered why word court is used for a place that trade food, sounds gross, but thanks to that Sunday evening I got it all.

Thanks to economic drift from Mixed to capitalist structure, that has given you a place with nice marble lobbies, flashy neon signs and opportunity, to stroll past big brands and flooded counters that offered no relieve but uncertainty, whether you want to have food alone or waiting for others to arrive.

And the greatest paradox is even after a catchy note on “Self Service” which appears on every counter, Service tax not only appears on the bill, but is increased every year in the budget………Just think about it.

View of the Top

2007-05-28T10:09:00.000+05:30

The projectile motion made such an arc that it seemed like floating, but was receiving similar treatment every time by going wildly in all directions; it was an end -to-end affair with he being on the receiving one, but sheer excitement of gaining directional ground on this game is what kept him involved.

Eyes hovered above the altitude, it seemed to crawl along the clouds and was glowing of sun, it caught his sight, he extended his arm to hold it, for a moment it appeared as he had it in his fist and felt excited about the possession but bubble busted within iota of a second as he saw it fizzing out of his control and was stuck by sunlight beaming right into him. He never ran behind it but followed it with his iris standing at a distance appreciating how the view changes as earth rotates.

When clock stuck midnight, he got one up on his age series with every addition he went on convincing himself that it’s the view which is responsible for illusion, suddenly a firefly appeared through his window he reached for his glass tumbler and laughed.....

After all there is time lag for every change.........

The Desi Production

2007-05-25T15:22:00.000+05:30

This idea got & clicked by me at Worli Office, course on routine.

Click to Enlarge

A mind can produce and reproduce n number of points for this view.
So What'S yourS.....

Changing Times......

2007-05-18T14:47:00.000+05:30

It was a tiring day at work. He missed his friends, and it wasn't easy for him to make new ones. He longed to talk to someone, but there wasn't anyone. So he went to the coffee shop.

It was crowded even though it was quite late. As he was led to a table, he glanced around, hoping to find a familiar face. He knew it was unlikely, he didn't know anybody in the city, and yet, he hoped. His coffee arrived in a while and he found solace and distraction in a book he started reading.

It was a while before he could trace the source of the high-pitched giggle. She was in the corner seat, with a guy, very visibly basking in the glow of his attention. They seemed to be working and were serious for a while and then he would make a joke, just for her, and she would giggle, and admonish him for getting distracted from his work.

He had been in the shop for more than a couple of hours now. Three coffees, and more later, the book no longer interested him. He peeked at her over the top of the book, and he envied the men around her. He knew enough to believe that love never happened at first sight, or second sight; he had had long arguments with his friends differentiating between love and lust. But now, 'if there is something called love,' he thought, 'this must be it.'

He felt he had destroyed the purpose of his visit - he wanted to unwind after a long, hard day, and had ended up falling in love with an unknown woman and feeling miserable about not being able to do anything about it.……

There are times in life when things around us start getting guided by something you haven’t believed in………and then it you found yourself as a miniscule portion of big Circle of Things that runs on emotion and revolves around mankind……….

Feeling Now-a-day's

2007-05-15T00:11:00.000+05:30

These words seems so true......now a days!!!!!!!!!!!!

Last night I had a dream about you
In this dream I'm dancing right beside you
And it looked like everyone was having fun
the kind of feeling I've waited so long
Don't stop come a little closer
As we jam the rythm gets stronger
There's nothing wrong with just a little little fun
We were dancing all night long
The time is right to put my arms around you
You're feeling right
You wrap your arms around too
But suddenly I feel the shining sun
Before I knew it this dream was all gone

Ooh I don't know what to do
About this dream and you
I wish this dream comes true

Ooh I don't know what to do
About this dream and you
We'll make this dream come true

Why don't you play the game ?
Why don't you play the game ?

Time Machine took me to Delhi

2005-06-07T09:57:00.001+05:30

A time machine that runs when power cuts, took me back to Delhi...............

Last Friday I was having dinner at a lunch home near my PG at shivaji park …..no need to mention that when ever I sit for dinner ….. I miss Ghar ka Khaana……but that day as i started with dinner, lights went off i thought i was in Mumbai and its must be a fuse fault but when service boy there presented me with candle…..i felt at home….i remembered worse power condition at delhi that used to be present acute challenges in obtuse summer time….i recalled all the events in sequence…
- me returning home – mom in kitchen with candle light – no light, she said – I refused to sit on table – went out with friends and returned with light , but when light appeared I realized its not home……there are times when intricate occurrence connects you to outright delight……

Bridging the GAP

2005-05-30T13:08:00.000+05:30

Remember cricket playing & samosa making scene……NRI subject is high @ NewAgeCinema circuit. But gone are the days when ABCD and cross cultural relationships like Mississippi Masal or Bride & Prejudice provided the shock value.

Now latest flicks illustrate the fear factor of the likes of Kanta bahen (of kal ho na ho) coming true…….

Goodness Gracious Me team is back with zohra sehgal, saeed jaffrey, Jimi Mistry, om puri & roshan seth again pouring their talents in two Desi Diaspora films……….Chicken Tikka Masala and Touch of Pink. Movies are on the issue of gays and traditional Indian family. Signs of this subject started from movies like East is East (when elder son runs away to become hair dresser) & Bend it like Beckham (when jess friend fancy David Beckham)…………

Now what remain remains to be seen that for how successful this relationship on communal acceptance…..and can bridge the thinking GAP so that at the end producers can say Gay And Proud.

A Bit Busy....

2005-05-28T13:51:00.000+05:30

Now a Days i am bit busy i building My Photo Page.... so will not be able to update the blog...till the time i build it fully.......

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Kids with Cameras

2005-05-26T13:00:00.000+05:30

Born into Brothels is one of the latest addition to my New Age Cinema Films warehouse-- it won the Oscar for best documentary this year. Filmed in the red light district of Calcutta, it follows several children born into the brothels, whose mothers work as prostitutes. In a city where there is much poverty, they are even more shunned than most, because of where they live and who their families are. Zana Briski, a New York-based photographer, gives each of the children a camera and teaches them to look at the world with new eyes. Given cameras, they photograph their families, the streets where they live, and generate new hope for their lives. In the wake of the film, an organization, Kids with Cameras, has emerged to continue the project. Now that’s whats I called a Motion Picture – as noble motion has emerged from pictures.
Kids with Cameras is a non-profit organization that teaches the art of photography to marginalized children in communities around the world. We use photography to capture the imaginations of children, to empower them, building confidence, self-esteem and hope. Creative Social work stuff to bring poor section to decent stature……. Flashing Foundation

Are You A Math Geek??

2005-05-25T20:00:00.000+05:30

If you think IIM(A) is most tricky to enter, Google devised the most technical way to apply for a job, I guess Donald trump should look out for changes in apprentice.

A 50-foot-wide beige banners hanging from the ceiling of the Harvard Square subway station. But you may need a Massachusetts Institute of Technology degree to have the foggiest idea what they mean.

[click to see large version]

''[First 10-digit prime found in consecutive digits of e].com," is all the banners say.

It took a few seconds for commuters to realize there's a math question being asked here, there company differentiated classes from masses

First you have to know that E -- the base of the natural logarithm -- begins 2.718281828 and goes on forever. Now identify the first string of 10 digits after the decimal that is a number evenly divisible only by itself and 1. If you don't have a supercomputer handy, the answer is 7427466391.

However, anyone who solves the puzzle (by combining the first 10-digit prime found in consecutive digits of e with ''.com" and entering it into a Web browser) discovers that the website named for the solution, http://www.7427466391.com/, only gives you directions that leads to another web site with a string of solutions to four variables and a blank after the fifth (another vexing math problem). Solve that, and you get to an internal Google page that praises ''your big, magnificent brain" and invites you to apply for a job.

PS: ''Advertising is all about targeting who you want to get. If they're trying to get very intelligent mathematicians, that's the way to go."

Back to Boulevard > >

2005-05-24T19:00:00.000+05:30

Like all good things come to an end, this trip was no exception. As I was coming close to Mumbai, I started missing the life that I experienced in these 10-12 days, meeting everyone after a long time was a great feeling, despite the hot climate conditions I managed to party at night time, I tried living every moment in such a limited time, walking down road to karan’s house, roaming at PVR, my bike and visit to college, all these events triggered memory of those good old college days.

Despite the train being rajdhani, I already started missing the luxuries of home, but I have chosen this path so no regrets, I suppose this time comes in everyone’s life who is successful….

Delhi was much more eventful this time with rape cases, heavy power shedding, scare of brain fever and bomb blasts (jo bole so nihal), but things were smooth at my end despite heavy police patrolling at night time I did manage enjoy with my friends at Basant Lok PVR, with a life like this I didn’t wanted to return but…………and like a picture perfect ending, I stepped at Mumbai Central station “and it rained” may this is good omen for the things to come…………

RUPTURE from REGULAR

2005-05-09T11:00:00.000+05:30

Me & My Blog will be Right Back …….!!! Just wait for It…..

I am going back to New Delhi, India
This map is for people who have not studied geography at school level

From May 10th till May 23rd 2005
So will not spend any time thinking or writing
Only relaxing (so next post will be relaxing in Delhi)

N.Korea may hit a Six

2005-05-08T17:31:00.000+05:30

It seems like to whole world is on pins and needles because North Korea could be on the verge of testing a nuke. Hmmmm, maybe W shoud have worried more about Kim Jong - who we all new HAD a weapons program - instead of Tin-pot dictator Saddam Hussein - whom Hans Blix said DID NOT have a weapons program. I suppose we can thank Bush and his ally Pakistan for the fact that North Korea likely has half a dozen nuclear weapons. Nice work George...the world certainly is a safer place with you at the helm. NOT!!

This Labour could Pain !!!

2005-05-07T19:33:00.000+05:30

British Prime Minister Tony Blair has won with a significantly reduced majority for his Labour Party. After his victory, Blair went to Buckingham Palace to be confirmed as prime minister for the third time. But analysts say the slip in Labour's lead could prompt calls for Blair to step down before he serves a full five-year term.

Labour needed at least 324 seats to form a majority in the 646-seat House of Commons. Labour's majority of 161 in the last parliament had been slashed by almost 100 seats.
With 620 seats reporting, Labour had 353 seats, the main opposition Conservatives 196, Liberal Democrats 60.Turnout figures showed that only about 61 percent of people eligible to vote went to the polls -- a 2 percent rise on the last general election. The Labour majority falls to 64, as some are predicting, Oakley said that was "a danger area" for Blair, who has around 50 left-wing rebels in his party who may vote against his reformist program in parliament.George Galloway, who was expelled from Blair's Labour Party, used his victory speech to launch a withering attack on the prime minister.

Bush Govt's Economic Indicator

2005-05-06T14:24:00.000+05:30

The Consumer Price Index is rising. The Federal Reserve Board has increased short-term interest rates by 25bsp. But perhaps the most troubling economic indicator these days is the alarmingly static Bush Twins Unemployment Index. If you're a poor kid and you can't get a job, well, it's probably because you're lazy and you don't have the right clothes. But if your dad is the most powerful man in the world and you still can't get a job, even though you graduated from prestigious universities eleven months ago, well, something is definitely wrong with the economy.

Towering Trump

2005-05-05T10:39:00.000+05:30

''The Donald'' --as his first wife Ivana called him -- has come back from adversity so often that last August, the tireless tycoon, never short of ideas for self-promotion.

About the Man
A New Yorker by birth, Trump comes from a real estate family. His grandfather and father were builders who developed middle income properties in Queens, Brooklyn and Staten Island. But after a privileged upbringing including a finance degree from Wharton, the young Trump muscled into Manhattan.

Major Property
£ His third wife, which he acquired last week
£ Pennsylvania Central Railroad's Commodore Hotel & rail yard near the Hudson River
£ Grand Hyatt in New York
£ Trump Towers, a 58-story building (that we see in The Apprentice)
£ The Trump Plaza and Trump Castle
£ Trump Taj Mahal in Atlantic City

Famous books on Trump
£ Trump: The Saga of America's Master Builder (1986)
£ Trump: The Art of the Deal (1987)
£ Trump: The Art of Survival (1990)
£ Trumped: The Inside Story of the Real Donald Trump--His Cunning Rise and Spectacular Fall (1991).

Gyan on Trump
£ A presidential bid in 1999
£ The Apprentice became an unexpected hit
£ Launched a board game called Trump, based on his life and business dealings

“Trump is at the top of his game, with expectations that there will be another downfall”
Donald Trump will remain one of America’s best capitalist -- the rich guy who became richer.

Ghar Ka Khaana !!!

2005-05-04T16:36:00.000+05:30

Whether a long journey or a short one, make it more appealing by munching on easy to make and easier to carry home made food. So whether it's an two-hour long bus ride or a 24-hour train journey, entire tiffin boxes, dabbas are filled with delicious ghar ka khaana in which you a bit of home is carried along, no matter how long the journey or how far the distance; when you open the box filled with food you feel at home with nice breeze flowing in from railway owned window.
But this time when I will be traveling alone from Mumbai to Delhi, I will miss that ghar ka khana with the turtle shakes of Indian trains that help in digestion process. Two things I missed at Mumbai is Mother and Ghar ka khanna ………… earlier at every possible opportunity I used to eat outside…but at Mumbai I realized that best thing on earth is home cooked food…

Retro might be waiting in form of parties and meets but I will try to stuff myself with GHAR KA KHANNA as much as I can…I cant wait to sit on dinning table and eat food with my family……….

Horny India ???

2005-04-29T16:56:00.000+05:30

Why must Indians are so horny all the time?

And too when that there is fine for doing that on red lights?

AMAZED

And it's not just the men who are to blame; the women are, if anything, even worse.
They do it all the time, in full public view. And what is much worse, in full public hearing. PAAAAAP! goes the BEST bus behind me. PAAAEEH, PAAAEEH! go in the two Marutis . EEEEE! goes the scooterist. POOOPAA! PAAPOO!! India that is Bharat at its horny best.

People who drive in India - whether they drive buses, trucks, cars, tempos, two-wheelers, whatever - have collectively disinvested the internal combustion engine as the cause of motorised propulsion. To a man, or woman, they are unshakable in their conviction that what imparts forward motion to their vehicle is not its engine, but its horn. And the louder more eardrum piercing, the better. I'm not sure on what scientific principle this belief is based.

If you blow your own horn while others are blowing theirs the chances are that the audio Armageddon will drive you stone-deaf. And as such you'll reach that noiseless nirvana, that peace that passed all horniness: Shanti, shanti, shanti...

PS: now what worse, next best accessory for bikes is break music horn…

BAS EISI KI HI KAMI THI

It's a DOG's life

2005-04-25T09:17:00.000+05:30

Life for 99% people on earth has only one meaning Money, Marriage and Kids.
Why every thing is so routine? What worse people spend most of their life to plan that routine, which is there by default. the day people land on earth they are made to walk the same road on which everyone is walking.

Pre war scenario
[Life is a constant war]

Why man is social animal? Why we take birth in families? I guess even god has a fixed routine……..as we step on earth people around us start their regular regime in preparing us to earn, to marry……
As we grow up in families, we develop emotional bonding, which makes a person puny at heart………parameters like responsibility, discipline and expectations can really harass and torture you.
There are benchmarks created by society and family which you have to meet from time to time and junta around you play “HR” and a constant performance appraisal is going … at the end of the day most of the people turn “LOOSERS” – as they are the one who fail to make as per routine…..then you are forced to carry that burden that ur…”FAILURE”

Post war scenario
[You are a prisoner of war]

If you are among those few winners you had a narrow escape….but it is only a matter of time that those people will turn hostile and push to a newly defined level of “FAILURE”.

Suddenly one-day people around you realize that now you are a decently furnished commodity and shouldn’t be left loose……….and then final knock out punch follows you in form of Marriage.
If you retaliate or try to break routine, then initially talked weapons like emotional torture and number at failure board are used to make you feel that you don’t really have an option..do you?

And when decide to jump….mate you are gone….now routine slowly but surely turns into vicious circle, and you will find yourself a money generating machine or programmed robot who follows the strict office schedule from morning to evening on weekdays and act like a buffoon on weekends for others to relax….and when you think of LIFE….living LIFE…..drear your at weekend of life and almost DEAD!!!!!!

PS: I am not blaming families for the matter above, but then it’s a routine

A Good God..in ...POPE !!!!

2005-04-21T13:33:00.000+05:30

New pope is from Germany,

as expected again there will be new agendas to make the world a better place….but I guess, racial discrimination is still alive, and what worse, even on the issues of HIV/AIDS…pope visited California …. When 11 people died of AIDS.

Apparently 2 million people have died in Africa because of this disease and still any sort of help or even nuggets of wisdom is not seemingly visible to educate the people in this part of world.

Now, I guess new pope, will also be able to devote some time to people in third world, and take time out of few esteem class people, and look on the serious issues that are changing or rather reducing the world.

List of expectations
£ I look forward to seeing a pope whose mission is to preach love, peace and unity among the peoples of the world.
£ He should tyr to reduce the growing level of corruption and poverty in sub-Saharan Africa by the elites and government officials. The devastation that AIDS is having on Africa, a decision should be reached on condom use.

I love this Game

2005-04-21T12:23:00.000+05:30

Click

I love this Creative Game of advertising... specially print ads....

Creativity at its best as one has to present idea on a single platter..

what kind ru!!!!

2005-04-19T16:22:00.000+05:30

This is About me: Generated From Quiz........now u take it
You are a storm inside. Pain, hatred, suffering,
and death. You're soul is dark and creativity
reins through your finger tips. you express
yourself exceptionally well and you let out
your pain just when it needs to be let out. you
have been burned in the past and now your soul
has hardened. you don't let many people in, and
once they are, you quickly move them out.
you're soul is very strong and you're not about
to break now. your stubborness always directs
you through life. you tend to follow your head,
not your heart. remember, everything happens
for a reason.

Who are you inside? -please take
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Movies, I have watched @ Bombay

2005-04-19T11:44:00.000+05:30

Night before leaving for Bombay I watched BLACK @ PVR Naraina with anish and karan. Movie was simply tremendous, this blog is not about movie review, but movies that I have seen at Bombay

£ PAGE 3
£ FUN
£ GROWN UPS
£ MILLION DOLLAR BABY
£ RAY
£ ZEHER
£ MISS CONGENIALITY 2
£ HITCH
£ My Brother...Nikhil
£ The PacifieR

Next in the wings

£ ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND
£ WHITE NOISE

Monster's Inc.....

2005-04-15T13:55:00.000+05:30

This is Monster's Inc at Shivaji Park..............

Music Monster
General Tendancy - Scare u with his Guitar Music

Sleep Monster
General Tendancy - Scares u with his snoring sound

Night Monster
General Tendancy - Scares u with his Night Appearance

Note: Beware of these Monsters - they get active at night, and if there is encounter somewhere pls be scared, else they will mind, they are very Temperamental !!!!

Today is Baisakhi, Sada New Year

2005-04-13T14:26:00.000+05:30

Baisakhi, also spelled Vaisakhi, is the festival which celebrates Punjabi New Year.

The story of the foundation of the Khalsa started with the martyrdom of Guru Teg Bahadur, the 9th Guru, who was publicly beheaded by Mughul rulers for protecting freedom of worship for both Sikhs and Hindus.
The son of Guru Teg Bahadur, who was called Guru Gobind Singh, became the next Guru. He stated that Sikhs should always be prepared to stand up for their beliefs, whatever the cost.
In 1699, Sikhs from all over the Punjab gathered together to celebrate the Hindu harvest festival of Baisakhi. Guru Gobind Singh came out of a tent carrying a sword and requested that anyone prepared to give his life come forward.
A young Sikh came forward and disappeared into the tent with the Guru. Then the Guru reappeared alone with his sword covered in blood and asked for another volunteer. This was repeated another four times until a total of five Sikhs had gone into the tent with him. Everyone present was very worried until eventually all five emerged from the tent alive, with Guru Gobind Singh, and wearing turbans.
The five became known as the Panj Piare, or 'Beloved Five'. Guru Gobind Singh's wife mixed some amrit. The Guru said some prayers over the five and they were sprinkled with the amrit. This is how the Amrit ceremony came into being and these five Sikhs became the first members of the Khalsa.

It is popularly celebrated across north and mark harvesting session……….
And Today i am feeling happy to show this picture that
Punjabi Community has dominated the world and now u can even find a nagar kirtan @ London Streets

Even A Pawn Can Kill The King!!!!

2005-04-08T09:30:00.000+05:30

This blog is not about winning strategies of CHESS, but it’s about chess strategies applicable (to achieve victory) in corporate life..

Difference between an armature and professional player in chess is that former only give importance to ROOK, KNIGHT, BISHOP and QUEEN and builds all the strategies around them, but later knows the importance of every element on the table and knows when it comes to blocking all elements can occupy one grid at a time……

Similarly, in corporate jargons they are two type of people one who think only top management, is a place where real game is played, produces results and thus are given more importance in corporate strategy, but professional players who knows the organizational grid board give importance from operative – top management while even considering a strategy.

Pawns not only provide backup or life-support to other elements with higher power but can sometimes produce killing moves when work in unity.

Why I am writing this, I cant mention in straight words, I cater to the needs of top level managers…my Job needs time to get used to conditions…..and one take time before start producing results……..so wrong info or united move …. Can really kill the king….

But as if now me along with 7 team members are working on probation and waiting for some HOPE ….. it seems as if now king has killed all the 8 pawns in one move.

FROM LOCAL TRAIN TO CITY FAME….

2005-04-07T09:13:00.000+05:30

It’s been two months now since I have shifted to Bombay and most amazing thing which stiff gets me thinking are it’s LOCAL TRAINS.

TRAINS represent speed and ability of man to cover distance in QUICK time.
Yes “QUICK” is of prime importance as far as trains criteria is concerned.

I witnessed noticeable difference between LOCAL trains in Delhi and Bombay. Trains here are more important commuting tool than in delhi (despite having so called EMUs they are not properly connected)..busses still dominate there…that’s why I guess Bombay is commercial capital of India.

As same term “QUICK” goes common for BUSINESS and TRAINS.

Trains in Bombay are fast, easy accessible, waiting time for train 5min so overall good service.

All the cosmopolitan commercial cities of the world has sophisticated TUBE (Electric Trains) system….London, New York, Munich, Sydney, Maglev of Japan …….are contributing to the cities name, fame and economy wise….just like Bombay.

Basic advantage features include proportionate division of traffic on roads and trains thus both medium moves fast thus less traveling time more work more salary more spendings thus WEALTH EFFECT at its max…

Grey side “they are overcrowded at most times as more people travel from suburbs and not properly maintained despite having positive earnings every quarter, but then how many public things are called as perfect in India…not even its parliaments which was under terrorist attack couple of years ago”

Delhi is fast catching up by working on the similar model (more on Sydney style), Delhi Metro Rail Project is mounting and is seemingly visible now in some of the parts like CP – DU ….Coaches are air-conditioned (because of extreme temperature in Delhi), scratch proof (thanks to German engineering) ..easily connected stops at every km and stations are in the middle like bus-stops…..so moving towards similar features like less traveling time and easy connectivity.

Now what remains to be seen is that how fast Delhi junta adopt themselves to this train system (like people in other commercial cosmopolitan of the world) and do not feel humiliation or embarrassment, commuting in Metro Trains while having 2-3 cars at home…

NOTE# Investment Bankers in New York & London travel in TUBES despite of wearing HUGO BOSS SUIT and earning much over $100,000……………just think over it!!!!!!

Man of Many Moods

2005-04-06T12:25:00.000+05:30

Richard Branson: Man of Many Moods

You never know with Richard Branson, type of personality he has, that what he is upto.
A true celebrity business person and having most creative campaign ideas , this MBA drop-out has certainly catapulted VIRGIN ATLANTIC to new levels….

His media presence is very volatile…he can simply present himself any way he wants that will become news...He is well know for his appearance with the models and air-hostesses of his Airline..

On Friday, April 1, 2005
His media appearance with world-renowned Mumbai dabbawallahs added a spice to the promotion of his airlines and once again proved skill and level of his creative thinking…
in future u can expect dabbas as meal on Virgin Flights or you might be eating Virgin Atlantic Dabba at your office delivered by a Marathi dabbawallah...

As part of experiencing the flavour of Mumbai city and its local trains, Virgin Atlantic Airways founder chairman, Richard Branson on Friday travelled in a local train along with the famous dabbawallahs of the city. Showman Branson boarded the second-class compartment of a local train at Andheri along with over 25 dabbawallahs (tiffin-box carriers) and interacted with them till the Churchgate railway station.

Chairman of Britain's Virgin Atlantic Airline Sir Richard Branson (2R) poses with Dabbahwallahs (tiffin carriers) while sitting with a Virgin Atlantic 'tiffin box' after alighting from a train at Churchgate Railway Station in Mumbai on April 1, 2005. Branson who is on a two-day visit to the city has launched Virgin Atlantic's thrice-a-week London-Bombay flight. Virgin Atlantic Airways first flight to India's financial and entertainment capital Bombay, marks the launch of a second Indian route, the airline already operates daily services to India's capital city Delhi. Bombay's Dabbahwallahs are renowned for their delivery system of lunchboxes or tiffin's to office workers from the city's suburbs.

Here you can witness Richard Branson in many moods .. on the Inauguration flight of his airline in India.

British business tycoon Sir Richard Branson (C) of Virgin Atlantic Airways steps out of the aircraft along with Indian models Shubangi Sawant (R) after the airline's inaugural flight touched down at the International Airport in Mumbai on March 31, 2005

EXTREMELY ECSTATIC

2005-04-05T15:09:00.000+05:30

EXTREMELY ECSTATIC @ batting display – April 5, 2005

Before writing this blog I was thinking that my might sound a cricket journalist and my blog look like a tabloid sports page….but then two things came to my mind
1) I am an Indian
2) IND v PAK series is going on..

today I numerically witnessed (why I am saying this cos I was at office) one of the all time best knock by an Indian wicket keeper MS DHONI….he was promoted in the batting order after GOD (Sachin) got out…..he played tremendously that I decided to dedicate a complete ….. now he is confirmed as keeper for at least one year…I hope he countinues to play well and do less of advertising……also Mumbai dominance is diminishing as more and more player from north are showing their worth in the BIG LEAGUE
on this topic I also like to write something on SEHWAG as he is in form of his life scoring loads of runs in every match… I don’t know how long it will continue … I hope it last long….and we get entertained
one thing I want to say

“EVERY THING SEEMS EASY WHEN IN ZONE”

Punch (IT) Line

2005-04-04T17:30:00.000+05:30

1. NIIT : Not Interested in IT
2. WIPRO : Weak Input, Poor & Rubbish Output
3. HCL : Hidden Costs & Losses
4. TCS : Totally Confusing Solutions
5. INFOSYS :Inferior Offline Systems
6. HUGHES : Highly Useless Graduates Hired for Eating and Sleeping
7. BAAN : Beggars Association and Nerds
8. IBM : Implicitly Boring Machines
9. SATYAM : Sad And Tired Yelling Away Madly
10. PARAM : Puzzled And Ridiculous Array of Microprocessors
11. C-DOT : Coffee During Office Timings
12. AT&T : All Troubles & Terrible
13. CMC : Coffee, Meals and Comfort
14. DEC : Drifting & Exhausted Computers
15. BFL : Brainwash First and Let them go
16. DELL : Deplorable Equipment & lackluster
17. TISL : Totally Inconsistent Systems Ltd.
18. PSI : Peculiar Symptoms of India.
19. ORACLE : On-line Romance And Chatting with Lady Employees.
20. PATNI: Pathetic Appraisal Techniques, No Increments.
21. MASTEK: Mad And Stupid Technitians Enroute to Kabaarkhana

Steve Waugh as Indian Cricket Coach

2005-04-01T10:58:00.000+05:30

now john wright nearing end of his contract ...main question is
WHO WILL BE NEXT INDIAN CRICKET COACH......
who so ever he will be one thing i guess is clear..........it will not be an indianas BCCI has tried many indian options like ---
Madan Lal, Ansuman Gaekward, Sunil Gavaskar, Kapil Devbut inspite of their relatively good performance with the team....they were controversially removed from the team....at one point BCCI was changing coches like manager of team one for one season.........

Now john wright has injected some level of professionalism.....inspirational stuff was also used wisely thats why u witnessed foreign wins and what best Fielding standard has gone up now u can see even anil kumble diving like kaif..... i dont know where is Indian Cricket after the recent loss to Pak...but one thing for sure

I WANNA STEVE WAUGH AS INDIAN CRICKET COACH.... things i like about him was person with strong commitment, will to win and Inspirational Leader and Great Student of game when he was not playing cricket he was studing Psychology at University of Queensland

if saurav ganguly allows, he will be thrown out, as aus rotational system will be there person will play as he is in form and not he is cricket GOD......but if this thought is there in BCCI Pipeline (to make STEVE coach) Ganguly will reject as he has EGO problems with him........but then ganguly has similar problem with everybody ...

STUFF REQUIRED FOR INDIA TO WIN THE WORLD CUP - STEVE WAUGH CAN PROVIDE

WELL HE CAN SUERLY MAKE THIS WORLD CUP DREAM HAPPEN..............LETS HOPE FOR BEST..

Today m Feeling Alone

2005-03-31T14:00:00.000+05:30

Whosoever said has said it correct that LIFE IS TUFF…..and see only two days after my birth at this e-land I am feeling alone……..

For this emotional episode I also like to blame management education…..specially the portion when they teach to change strategy and move on….always have a plan B for crises mangement…this don’t make u tuff enough to strive for goal until achieved ….

Now few months back every this was fine I was in KPMG Consulting unit @ Gurgaon
But then I left job to prepare for CAT04 … still smooth…..i was preparing with my friends for CAT and other college were still working ..(Rahul was working – didn’t appread for CAT – he was doing DIRECWAY MBA from NMIMS - now he is planning his own business)

After CAT scores were out nobody was select (except TINU anonymous)…..
As my motto is SIC stability is Crime I started looking for job (PLAM B) and then I wasn’t selected (Crises) I opted for the job, that is pretty good .. on the grounds that if ur pissed of lets earn something….

But now when my friends are selected DSE-MIB and SCMHRD (I am happy for them)
I realized that I lost that MBA pursuit not to them but …… lost the persistent nature to achieve what I want to initially ….. and now again cooking up different strategies to achieve the same goal but by walking on different path……….HOPE I will achieve it some day……

Movie Rating with a Creative Touch

2005-03-30T11:20:00.000+05:30

Movie rating has always been of a similar kind rated movies in terms of stars where higher is better and lower is worst…..but movie rating I am suggesting also take into account the taste of target audience (by taste here I mean Movie taste).

Rating goes like this…….

1) BEEDI : - many are there in the pack i.e many such movies release on Friday. Low budget target audience is large who can watch anything or does not pic and choose but go for any movies …. Like movies of govinda, mithun and many B & C class movies.

2) Cigarette : - more refined or filtered I should say than beedi, people know why they r going for this movie and what r they watching …. Target audience are large and classy from beedi level…..less cigarettes are there in pack and more expensive than beedi

3) Cigar : - refined and class of higher level, target audience is less with intellect and taste for such movies, normal audience cant digest this type just like every smoker cant handle cigar….and as u consumer more and more of them ur into a esteem club.

So next time u watch any movie please remember this mantra and try to rate them on this level…

Note:: description can be biased, but who cares….its nothing personal just fun.

My First Blog

2005-03-29T10:10:00.000+05:30

well this is my birth at the e-landI must bow for the might presence of the Internet. This is a place which is in true terms make u experience and exploit your Fundamental rights to an optimal level……Well from now on I will live and grow day by day in my E-Land and make my presence felt …..

info on me: Mohit Dhawan

Series Equal OR Series Lost

2005-03-29T00:24:00.000+05:30

Has Indian cricket actually drawn it………..situation can easily be judged by looking at the expression

Well Indian team last time won series in Pakistan 2-1 well I was hoping for a similar score….but first test match K.Akmal save it for them with a knock of 100……….
As Indian team was playing at home with full strength and paki speed star not in the line up…this goes as series lost and not drawn as far as I am concerned.
Now excited wait for ODIs has also vanished (which earlier was there) I know pak is a strong contender when it comes to ODI and that too against India…..only result will tell what is there in store for the team………and Indian cricket fans

Fact# Ganguly said NO COMPLAINTS at this result - I guess they r taking friendship word to seriously…….and……….yesterday night ganguly inaugurated TATA Sourav mobile phone..now that’s is professional work ethics ...... he should concentrate on his batting a bit pls