Wake me up when...

I want to sleep through life
I want to wake up a little dazed
When the bombs have all exploded
And the boundaries have all been erased

I want to sleep through life
I want to wake up when the nightmare is over
When the sky is blue
And the pollution levels are lower.

I want to sleep through life
I want to wake up to the sound of rain
When the water is plenty
And the fashion is plain

I want to sleep through life
I want to wake up to live another day
When life is easy
Love is in the air

I want to sleep through life
I want to wake up when satisfaction has been attained
When the wounds have healed
And there is no pain

Who am I?

I was born and I sought an identity.
I wanted to know who I am.
They said you are your Fathers son.
I believed that until I found out,
That they didn’t talk of the bond,
But something they called Religion.

I was confused and asked my folks
And they said you are who you believe you are.
People said you can’t be both
You have to choose and take a single Oath.
I chose my own way,
Decided to say my Namaaz,
And also fold my hands and pray.

They said you can’t be a Hindu
Coz your people kill and they believe in Holy Warfare

They said you can’t be a Muslim
Coz you believe in idols and for a thread across your chest you wear.

I asked my folks again on why did this happen to me?
And they said “You are like the Wind that finds your own way”
That’s the reason they call me ‘Samir’
Coz the wind belongs to neither the Muslim nor the Kaafir.

Wedding Blues -Part 2

14Th August, 2009
Today made me realise that the meeting between parents is like a football match. The first leg is played at the boys place and the second leg at the girls place. Today was the second leg match.
I drove my parents 50 Kms to her place. 8'o clock was the time to reach, to maintain the Indian tradition i reached at 8:15, so that this time i could talk about traffic. The entire family was invited but my dearest bro decided to make a late entrance at 8:40 with his darling wife. The interesting part happened here between 8:15 and 8:40.
Our welcome was with words like "Hello!", "Hi", "Please come!" and then the shake hands. The rest escaped easily but i was scanned by my Mother-in-law..first i thought she is looking for some dust particles on me and she will get a vacuum cleaner and get rid of the same but that was until i realised, it was something like what happens in terminator..scan in X direction...scan in Y...match found.....Target in reach!
Nonetheless i was welcomed into the drawing room, after settling down and talking about the traffic for 10 mins (YES..Finally..i got the traffic its deserved 10 mins). Then my mom gave her "Bahu" the gifts she had got her from the US of A. The in-laws had to be content with a photo frame and a box of chocolates. The daughter in law getting the expensive jewellery.
Then the time to ask "would you like something to drink", the 21st century has abolished the tea-coffee and replaced it with the Vodka-Whiskey. My mom (Alcohol hater) stuck to a glass of coke and my dad said "Scotch will be fine". My Father-in-law asked me if i would like to drink something and i said "Not really, i have to drive back" and i thought this was a goal..they will think what a responsible and mature lad but this was not only cleared from the goal line but my father-in-law even managed to score on the counter attack when he said "you can have Pepsi and drive back."
In-laws :1
Samir: 0
The next goal was scored immediately there after when i was finally offered "Hard" drinks. "What will you have?" and the defence was left open by me when i said "Anything is fine", the volley came in the form of "Whiskey with Vodka chalega?" i must mention the evil grin on the scorer face. my father-in law had scored again for the In laws.
In-laws :2
Samir: 0
It was 8:40 and brother had arrived and i felt like i had been given one extra defender to play with. The drinks were served and i was waiting to equalize.
This time it was a plate of cut cucumber and carrots, (the next few lines are best read fast)..natasha gets the plate, passes to her brother, her brother very elegantly slides it on the center table, her mom picks up the plate and cuts through after offering my brother and now its one-on one with the goalkeeper(me). The goal keeper anticipates the move and decides to pick up his favourite cucumber and its a save....no but wait..the mother-in-law makes a face and with big eyes tells me...."You should eat your carrots its good for the eyes"...GOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAL.
In-laws :3
Samir: 0.
And half time it was.
Difference between law and in-law is you can justify yourself before law but never before in-laws

The Wedding Blues

14th of June 2009, a special day in my life…this was not just another Sunday morning. This was the day her parents were coming home to talk about “The wedding”. I had butterflies in my stomach since morning. The previous day was all about cleaning, clean the rooms, the carpet, the walls, the paintings everything that was clean as well. I was thinking about what I am going to wear in the evening. It seemed like I am the bride and the guy is coming to meet me for the first time. I practiced a million times of what will I say when I introduce the two parties..uh..i mean parents. “Hello aunty..this is my mom and this is my dad”…no…”Good evening…”, “salaam-o-ailikum”, “Sastriyakaal…”, “Kemon ascho”….don't remember what stopped me trying out the various accents and styles.

Spoke to my parents and discussed everything from the “to-do” list to the “must avoid” list. I also made a list of things that shouldn't’t be bought up, something like “When he was 3, he used to love taking of the heads of all the dolls his cousins had”, now we really didn’t want them to think of me as a psycho who might take their daughters head off and then come after them.

The afternoon was spent in intense family discussions, like what date should be OK and when should the wedding be. The evening was approaching and the butterflies were enjoying the obnoxious gases in my tummy and fluttering like my intestine was some big flower. I spoke to her telling her to keep me informed of where they were and how much more time it would take them. The closer they got the more the anxiety, the nervousness was increasing. Finally….she called and said “we are almost there”. I almost jumped up on my chair as I someone just passed 15000 volts of current through me.
Before I knew it I was standing at the door and smiling, helping her bro park the car and hoping he doesn’t bang into some wall. Well, they came and I said “Hello Aunty, Hello Uncle, This is my mom and this is my dad….Attack!” well the “Attack” was said silently only for me to hear. She was looking very pretty, the damn butterflies started fluttering as if they were mating inside and multiplying at a very fast rate.

They settled down..well a bit of shuffling happened as well but then each one had taken their positions…Attack!...damn those butterflies!
It started with the usual talk “Traffic??? No”. If they did get traffic on the way that would have extended the conversation by another 10 mins “That’s become so regular these days and don’t know what will happen in the rains…”
Somewhere in between I was lost looking at how pretty she was looking but then her brother would come into the picture to pick up another kebab from the plate.

The talks went on and it was decided that the wedding would be a Bengali style wedding. And I would have to wear the topur (A conical shaped structure made using Plaster of Paris) and balance that all nite. I would also have to wear a DHOTI….. my first attempt to negotiate was ignored…the second went unheard…the third…..
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
“Samir..you cant get everything you way”….The mother-in-law had spoken and I felt like a criminal standing in the court where the judge had found me guilty and sentenced me to 3rd degree torture. I mustered all my courage and strength and replied “ok..aunty..i will wear it”. I am negotiating and trying to blackmail the daughter…this mystery shall be revealed when I post my wedding pictures.

The evening passed by and I think the obnoxious gas in my stomach finally killed the butterflies. 29th Jan 2010 was the date finalized after a week. Watch this space for more wedding blues….

The Closet

Each one of us has a closet that we open every day of our lives, stuff it with memories and lock it. The key to this closet are various events and people who are nothing but the part of your closet. This closet has enough space for a lifetime. Some have a less filled closet while some have the one that overflows. This is a closet in which there are various sections that we create. Certain sections that remind us of who we are or who we can be or who we could have been. Certain sections make us laugh; some make us cry.
Thinking back on the times spent I see so many things that I could have done differently. So many things that could have gone the other way and changed my entire life.
When I think back on those school days when it was “early to bed and early to rise”. How I loved going to school. I still remember the smell of the new school bag. The water bottle that opened on the press of a button. The bench that I would sit for the next year. My new neighbour, my new roll number, my new Tiffin box with Goofy making faces every time I took a bite, the recess bell, the final bell. The school bus where you met your old friends and told them about all the new ones. My mom waiting for me when I got off the bus. My darling brother tugging my bag and then walking with his arm around my shoulders. The evening filled with cricket matches, the fights, the wounds. The exams and the frown after a bad paper. Tuition classes, the homework. I remember it all.
As we grow, things around us change, we mould into a shape life moulds us into. The first rack of your closet is full of memories from school. I still recollect certain events when I bump into a friend from school whom I have long forgotten.
College: This is the section in your closet that has the most memories stacked up, a lot of them overflowing. A testimony to the fact that you have now grown up and can live life on your own terms. I still remember walking into college the first day trying to be all serious and promising to study hard this year. The place where you meet one of those “Special people”.
You remember everything about the first time you saw her. Her hair flying, her sweet smile and she walking right by you. A tickle through your stomach, the world has stopped and you are hypnotised. Trying to find out if she is Arts, Science or Commerce. Stealing looks in the class. Telling your “new best friend” about her .The many attempts of try to tell her how much she means to you and then meeting her boyfriend the day you have decided to tell her. Being all heartbroken but only till the other one walks by and you are hypnotised all over again. And the cycle continues till you get lucky.
The final year approaching, the career talks begin. You still haven’t decided on what you want to do. The rich friends are off to the US, the poor ones looking for a job and you are still thinking. You never know when the year went by and you have a job that you totally thrilled about. Meeting your friends over the weekend for the first few months. The weekends turn into months and the months into years and so the second rack is full as well and you have bolted the door once again.
By now you have realised that life will never be the same again.
This is to all my friends who have filled my closet with memories.
Anni : The old school pal
Radhu: Golu!
Presley: The sweetest thing!
Meena: The friend who never let you down.
Naazu: The perfect lady
Omkar: The cricket fanatic.
And last but not the least my Best friend
Tasha: The love of my life....Someone who makes my life worthwhile.

We the Indians!

Recently i have been having conversations with a lot of people on "India" and "Indians". These have not been all patriotic. There were some "Mera Bharat Mahan" and the some were "What has this country done for me?", some who said "What have i done for my country?" and many more people who i interacted with and spoke to about India. All this made me go and analyze wat or who is an ordinary Indian.
My first encounter with "Indianity" was in a movie theater were i went to see a movie called "Little Zizou".
1. We are the only country that plays the National Anthem before starting the movie.
We love A.R. Rehman in his white Kurta Pyjama,his hair flying doing the "Jaya hey!" "Jaya hey!".."jaya jaya jaya hey!". This made me think do they play the National anthem even for those "In-some-by lane" movie halls where the matinee show is more popular than the Channel V late night show.
Y would someone play the national anthem when u are there for entertainment? I came to the conclusion..since we tend to forget things easily this is the way our countrymen make us rehearse.
2. We love the Firangs!
First we throw the Brits out of our country and now we show Ads everywhere around England "Visit India", "Incredible !ndia", thats right, its our way of saying "Please comeback....please...we promise we will never ask you to leave". I usually find men staring at the Firang women. We take the term "Looking through the soul" too literaly. The indian male things "forget the soul, that may take years! if i stare for a little while i am sure i can get through the clothes". Coming back to the love that we show the White Skined, if you have ever visited a historic monument you will find these "Guides"(they need guidance themselves) explaining history to these "Goras" like they lived with the Kings and were trained by them to be Guides (the king was worried about the Indian economy).If you have a cousin or a relative who has been abroad(mainly US and UK, the other countries are considered a part of one of these) for more than 5 years, he is termed as the esteemed guest, the chief guest etc... When the visit india all they do is click pictures of "3 men on a bike", "Trains" and "The naked street urchins". Dude! you have naked ppl all over the US and UK!
I shall add more these...i am sure we are made of a lot more than this!

Yeh Bandhan toh Pyaar ka Bandhan hai....

And they lived happily ever after.....

Life @ 25

Like someone said "Life is too short for Traffic". When i reflect back on this i realize that its been 25 years and where is the traffic. It seems like i have been on a Highway all the while.But suddenly at 25 it seems like the Highway has suddenly turned into a busy Market street and i just cant move.I was so used to driving life in 5th gear that i just cant drive anymore, feels like i m going to crash somewhere.
I am sure all those who have been through it might just read this and smile and say "look another one with a Quater-Life Crisis".
What is this Quater-Life Crisis? Is it a period of transition? Is it a time when they say"Welcome to the real world"? Is this when your parents say "Son, you are on your own now"?
When i try to answer these questions i think life is not random it has a pattern, a process that each one has to go through and at the end this is what makes us what we become. I see people at the age of 23 yrs and i see them relaxed and still driving on the highway and i want to scream out loud and say "Buckle up! A rough ride ahead". Want to put up a sign that says "Go Slow! Life Ahead"
When u turn 25, u suddenly become responsible coz thats the period when u feel its now or never. Everyone around you is getting married or changing jobs and trust me in both cases the ones u least expect have both a better job and a better wife!. This is the time when u decide who are the people who will be invited to all aniversary and birthday bashes henceforth.
Your dreams of becoming a Mukesh Ambani or A Ratan Tata start to fade (that is only if you have given up ur dream of becoming a JEDI). You start becoming more practical and think about whats the right thing to do. This is when ur bored of the junk food and want to become more aware about Soya and Diet Coke.
On the positive side you act more mature, you get serious about work and give it all you have.
Your idea of a good time is no more going to a Disco and the go to Mcdonalds. This is when u graduate from Malboro to Wills classic milds. This is when you move from Vodka to Whiskey. This is when you look for a non-faded regular fit jeans rather than choosing a low waist jeans with a 50 cent sticker on it. You look for shirts rather than jerseys.
This is when you move out of your parents house to a small rented apartment where you still have some of your old posters but thats just to cover the dampness marks on the wall.
This is when a Boy becomes a Man and a Girl becomes a Lady(Woman? dont really know whats the difference they still nag and shop)
Neways so for all you 20-24 yrs old.. "Go slow!Life Ahead". Drive at full speed while you can but when u approach the sign "25...12 months ahead" try to slow down and get used to the real thing!

Picture Gallery

PaintBall

Ladies and Gentlemen the man in the picture aiming at you is ME!

The games called Paintball. An amazing game where you play as a team and are supposed to shoot the other team out of the game using paintballs. The attire is awesome and the thrill is great.

I will Survive...Dont know if they will!

I went to a Rich man's house,
was invited for a treat.
There was a large spread,
with all the tasty meat.
They ate all they could,
The rest was "Throw the food".
Then I asked "So how was the day?"
They said "Survived Yesterday, Will live tomorrow".

I went to a working man's house,
Each one had a plate,
To feed the stomach they ate.
The little one wanted some more bread.
The piggy bank was broken and off daddy went.
The little one was now over fed and they said "He eats well".
And i asked "How was the day?"
They said "Survived Yesterday, Will Manage tomorrow as well".

I went to a Poor Man's house,
There was a pie,
I asked him if he made it himself
and he said he could cook real fine.
I knew it was a lie,
Coz he was the guy in the bakery asking for some food or a dime.
And i asked him "How was the day?"
He replied "Survived Yesterday, Hope to live tomorrow".

I went to Africa,
Where children were dying.
They were hungry,
but eating was a crime.
And with a tear in my eye,
I asked "How was the day?"
They said "Some survived yesterday and some might even live tomorrow".

A small red dot

A small red dot,
On the horizon appeared.
It was fighting the sea to rise above.
After a while it was big and orange,
Floating free in the sky.

A little kid was born,
And cried to make his arrival known.
After a while he was big and strong,
Living free and wild.

The sun rose above ,
The rays became stronger from mild.

The kid turned into a boy,
And met a turn named puppy love.

Life seemed bright like the rays and
Everything was fine.
They said “You'll get your chance to play; you always do”.

It was noon and the sun started to hurt
So did the love.
The afternoon of life was like the mid of May
All he wanted was to play.
He still waited for his chance someday.

Slowly the balance tilted and the sun moved west,
Life seemed to be pleasant,
The chance had come to play.
But the boy was now afraid,
Didn’t know if he can
The boy had now become a man.

The picture on the horizon was the same red dot,
It still looked lovely.
The sun of my life was setting and I didn’t know
If I will like the sun that rises tomorrow
Life looked lovely too
But they still said “You'll get your chance to play; you always do”

Have you ever wondered.....

I was wondering if we have ever wondered what would happen if our brains didnt wonder.....
Alrite! coming to the point now...
I am sure all of us have something in the background that is continously going on inside our heads....Its like when we are working there is something else that is also going on in that tiny head....like some song u heard on the radio while on ur way to work...or thinking about a event that is coming up..something like a movie plan or a party at a friends place.
Now think if our brains jus didnt multi task....we would have to be in a situation to actually experience it.
Its like when u r working all u do is think of what u r doing...no songs in the background...no "What should i wear to the party tonight"...no "she loves me she loves me not"...Jus No imagination.
Imagine a world without imagination...a world where ur brain processes only what your eyes see...its like when u r looking at a field...all the brain says is "Grass, Green"....When you look at a beautiful girl pass you by all you brain says "Girl"...no more "Man! she is...."
It would be awful to live in a such a world where your brain would talk to you 'To the Point'.
The entire process of imagination is so natural...all u need to do is trigger it off with a little thought and u have no idea what it can lead to.....u can imagine urself wrestling with the lion or being crowned Miss Universe( i am sure 70% of woman have already)...did u realise that ur imagining things even when u r reading this....well all of you who just imagined wrestling with the lion in an African Jungle please comment and let me know.

Well so the point i wanted to make is that its not possible to imagine a world without any imagination...its like watching "American Idol" on sound mute.
So imagine and let ur imagination run wild!

River rafting and Overnight Camping

The planning took sometime but finally we managed to get thru the obstacle and the journey began. It started with Omkar(Sachin look alike), Meena, Anant(aka Anni), Natasha(The planner) leaving in a brand new Swift Dzire (all you girls looking for someone rich...the car belonged to Omkar).Their journey started from Dadar station at 10:30 am IST. I dont know what happend after that coz i wasnt there...at 10:30 in the morning i was sleeping in my bed in Pune.Now lets fast forward time to 12:30 when i decided to start my engine and get going. My black Zen estilo was all clean and shining..jus like it was telling me "You are late i have been waiting".Neways..i started the journey at 12:30...changed the CD in my car to play some Road trip songs and i was on my way down 'Chandini Chowk'. The road was simple..."just keep going straight" and straight it was i drove for 100 kms and turned only once. The road was bad but the scenery around was breath taking. The sky had a damp look to it and the clouds were jus getting darker..it was like a kid going red jus before the first tear starts rolling down his cheek. Well twisting and turning, sometimes over taking from the wrong side i reached the end of the Ghats. The road down was much better but i still thinking this country needs to get its roads right before they get on the road to glory...well neways, i reached a place called Vile..jus a few more kilometers to go....i drove towards Sutarwadi...the road is still better...I see the sign that says <---- Empower camps. Well i looked at the road and i wondered if this is the road that takes me there...infact there was no road....jus a long mud trail with tyre marks on it....NOWAYS...i wasnt driving my car on this road....but i guess there was no turning back now....after a stretch of this roller coster ride i finally saw a small gate and tiny man standing there...he saluted me the moment i entered the gate..(i later learned that he didnt do that to everyone).Finally the Dzire met the Estilo!

It was after long that i met my friends...i was happy to see them..dunno if they were...;). The place looked like a setting from the Moghul era....this was the first time i was staying in a tent...walking into it felt like the moghul emperor Akbar...it was like the drums beating and the people bowing down in awe...all this was suddenly broken when a tiny frog jumped on my feet and i jumped higher than he did. Well the next thing to do was try and get to doing some fun activities.the first one lined up was Raft Building. When we set out for this herculean task we were joined by two more people..a newly married couple...Ketan and Vigyata...Ketan works as a HR guy in company and Vigyata is a successful business woman. Very nice people...we had a good time with them..hope they had a blast too!

Neways back to raft building now, The task was simple when put in words..."You have to build a raft".We were provided with 4 long bamboos and 12 short ones, 3 tubes and lots of ropes. The architecture was explained and people got to work.Take the smaller bamboos and tie the perpendicular to the long ones and maintain enough distance so that you could place the tubes between them...Nahi samje!...well i guess u need to try it out yourself. The raft was ready...well i thought thats it! done! ho gaya!but...as usual.....now we had to sit on the joints and take the raft into the lake and paddle away....As we all differ in weights the problem was BALANCE!...there were times when we almost toppled.After paddling the raft for sometime we realized that it would be fun to jump into the lake and have a good time and A good time is what we had! After all the fun in the lake we were hungry and were served with nice warm pakodas....after the pakoda eating, the next activity was lined up....God knows what they called it but i called it..Bloody difficult.It involved balancing a ball on a tiny ring which had ropes attached to it. The ring was at the bottom of a pipe and the ball balancing on the pipe's head. The task was to hold the rope attached to the ring and pull it up to the tip where the ball was placed..lift the ball up, balance it on the ring..move in a synchronized manner and place it on a similar set about 100 mts away..after loads and loads of try we managed to achieve this feat as well...more activities like Foot cricket, climbing wiered structures etc were done before we eventually retired to our rooms...sorry...tents! Naha Dhoke..Saaf hoke....we came back out to enjoy a lovely camp fire with the DJ playing Hindi pop and bhangda numbers..well i m not much of a dancer but i m much of a drinker...like someone once asked "aap coffee peete ho" and i said.."Nahi mein kafi peeta hoon"..well for those who didnt appreciate this joke...keep it to urself!..neways the drink and dancing went on for a long time and Meena and Vigyata looked to be possesed by Prabhu deva's soul...While Omkar looked like a 40 year old uncle trying to groove with the ladies...Anni soon realised his potential and was clicking away...Natasha was dancing and at the same time filling up her tanker with alcohol....Ketan was busy having busy-ness talks with people While i was dancing..drinking..dancing..drinking...drinking..drinking..it started to rain and it stopped but the spirits were still high! Finally the music stopped and the fire went off...Hunger Strikes!....Dinner was served...food was good...though some boring conversations took place at the dinner table...cant mention more..lots of people might read this and understand.

After dinner we retreated back to our Tents...Played cards for sometime...Ketan and Vigyata being the newly weds wanted to get back to thier room(they were staying in a AC cottage..after marriage things get Hot(Heated)). Well we continued to talk...went back into the tent. The topic switched to Horror experiences and scary stories....Omkar kept saying "I m not scared"..."guys cant we discuss something else".."i m not scared"..."kuch milega kya yeh saab discuss karke"...After sometime he went off to sleep with the bedsheet over his face. The moon outside was beautiful and the soft slow drizzle made the night wonderful...We spoke for some more time and then dozed off as well....Next day morning we were woken up by a attendant yelling "Good morning..good morning" i felt like picking up something and throwing it at him so hard that he never again wakes up someone drunk and sleepy like that.

Now the Main event of the trip "River Rafting"..All set to go...

There was small pick up van waiting for us..ready to take us to the Kundalika river....the ride there was fun as well since i was standing on the back of the van and enjoying the view. Well once we reached there we were made to sign documents which said "if i die its coz of my own doings"....not exactly that but well thats wat they meant. We were all dressed up just like kids are before performing on the annual day. Life vests, helmets and paddles in your hands....After all this formality was done we were intorduced to our only hope..our instructor..Raju...Raju was from Nepal and spoke good english..he explained to us about the raft and the commands that he was going to give us...1. Team Fooowaard(forward)..we had to row forward..2. Team Backward...Obivious aint it..3. Stop..4. Get down....this means hold the rope which is at the side of the raft and lean inside into the raft....while practicing this commands when he said "get down"..i being the most obidient..got off the raft and then i realised that sometimes its good to practice...well we lifted the raft which i guess is about 300+ kgs and walked 500 mts to the river..The damn water was already flowing and we could see the Rapids being formed in the river. Got the raft into the water..got myself onto the raft and there began a host of commands flowing..we started of at the side initially just for some more practice. we were also waiting for the other rafts to get into the groove.. Once all was set "Team fooorwaard" was the command and the team started to row..straight into the path of the flowing river...Sitting on the edge of the raft in such situations is not very pleasing...We had to raft for around 14 Kms...the first sense of thrill came when there was a rapid called Key waves...the raft swirling its way through it...but more was yet to come...after a few more kms of forward and backward we reached a rapid called John carry....this was the biggest of them all....The raft went straight through and the command was "get down' and the indtructor happend to do the same thing that i did during practice..but just that he was thrown of the raft and so was little natasha...Raju was quick to get back in and pull natasha back up....a wonderful but scary experience...then rowed some more and it was time now to jump into the river and swim for as long as you can...we all jumped in and floated our way to glory....never imagined i would do something like this in life...i think we swam for about 1 km and then got back into the raft....no more energy left to paddle luckily Raju could and he paddled us away to the shore...now the task was to lif that raft over you head ans climb a small hill.....did that...and managed to stay alive. Back to the tents...no energy left....cleaned our selves up and it was time for lunch....had lunch..went back to the tent..slept for a while and were on our way back home in the hope that we shall meet again and do something adventurous again!

I would like to thank everyone mentioned in the blog above for helping me have a wonderful time!
यह क़ाफ़िले यादों के कहीं खो गये होते,
इक पल भी अगर भूल से हम सो गये होते
हर बार पलटते हुए घर को यही सोचा,
ऐ काश किसी लम्बे सफ़र को गए होते

Ad Mad!

Sometimes in life you come across some people in life which you can relate to some character you have seen on TV. Like a colleague of mine when asked if she would work in the night shift ( no i do not work in a call center)...she said "i can't...it will give me dark circles" and the line that came to my mind was from an Ad that i had seen on Tv long back.."Bhaiyya..samose mein organic aloo hai kya?"..well you meet a lot of these "Samose mein aloo" girls these days.
Sometimes i have seen people who are so huge and untidy....i guess they are untidy coz there is a lot to clean up...neways when i see them i remember a character that was famous in the movies of the 90's called "Billa"...this guy was huge and they potrayed him like "Tarzaan". This brings me to another thought..well i guess I will leave that one for the next blog.Moving on to the next character, offlate i have seen a lot of people moving about in groups of two..i guess everyone is aware of the phrase "2 is company 3 is crowd" i would rather say '2 is a number and so is 3"..neways getting back to the couple characters....these are people of the same gender..and they remind me of "Karan Arjun"....everytime i see these things..i can hear rakhi in the background say (in her "i will cry now" tone).."mere karan arjun aayenge...".
Thats all for now since i am running out of time!

Enigma!

"Here life goes on, even and monotonous on the surface, full of lightning, of summits and of despair, in its depths. We have now arrived at a stage in life so rich in new perceptions that cannot be transmitted to those at another stage - one feels at the same time full of so much gentleness and so much despair - the enigma of this life grows, grows, drowns one and crushes one, then all of a sudden in a supreme moment of light one becomes aware of the sacred."

- May Sarton Journal of a Solitude

For all of you wondering on why i named my blog ENIGMA. I did that because everything around when looked at in detail and if probed further results in a mystery. I believe that solving the mystery is what life is about. When u figure out what the encryption is you realise that the answer was with you all the while.
And similarly i don't know of what this blog will lead to..i guess let that be an enigma for the moment!

Hello Party People!

I have finally managed to create my own blog....there was some help i got but well i m not giving any credit for that.
Now that i am here i will let you into my world of darkness!...nah! not really!
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