My story

There is No story.
Come to think of it; there is no background music,no nasty silence when something bad is gonna happen,no creepy narration,no monsters,no ghosts.
The funny thing is a LOT is happening. People behaving differently ; you behaving differently. One moment you hate someone , the next - well , err....not love but not hate either. A story , how do i put it , needs a bit of twists and turns. Something that makes it worth telling. A story needs to be crazy.!
And NO all stories needn't have a love element ( full of heartburn's and 'strong' men who do cry). I would have termed 'em as losers but i guess i don't have the required 'qualification'. It would kinda be like a Manchester united fan speaking of sportsmanship.!. Go figure.

So, do you make up a story ........or is a there a story and you haven't seen it as one.

The day does start with enough excitement -
6:45 - out of the apartment.
6:48 - a call to a friend asking the current position of the company bus.
And depending upon the answer - a jog or a frantic run to catch it.
6:49 and a few milliseconds either way I'm in the bus and calling my other friend to notify him that the bus is headed towards his stop.
And then it comes to you. Slowly at first and then its all consuming........sleep.........


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Draft auto saved. Whoever designed this decent little feature at blogger deserves a mention.!
When I started writing this blog some three months back, the time must have been around 2:30 A.M. And as it turned out I never finished , leave alone publish it. By the time I fell asleep in the blog ,I very nearly did so while writing it to. Perhaps the very mention of sleep did the trick.
Since then ,at least something has changed!.
No more early morning excitement. I've shifted my base(house) , which means i now have the luxury of waking as late as 8:30 !.
What other excitement was there?? ? .. i mean is there ??
wait for it....... still wait for it..... keep waiting .......

There ends the day ..... when i really should have said - there begins my day.

My favorite pastime recently is going on asking people if they can fill out 4 blank pages with they are doing currently or what they have done in the recent past.
Most thankfully have said Yes, some after due consideration. I , rather unfortunately couldn't say Yes.
Perhaps because what i am really thinking is, what I ought to be doing rather than what I'm doing.
so , what ought i be doing ????? hold it right there , that's a discussion I rather not get into. cause i fear i might loose out that argument as well.
Why am i writing out such random mumblings .....maybe so because writing something may help bring out clarity to myself. or perhaps that one day I'll read this and have a laugh by myself.

I really can't think of a subject.!

Seriously, I wish I could classify each year with a suitable subject. The reason I say this is perhaps because my last post came nearly an year back. Perhaps I also reason to myself that this blog would sort off serve as a memoir for myself. Perhaps to kind of help me in telling the 'story' to my kids one day. Perhaps I 'm using the word 'Perhaps' too much.Perhaps.

Not that its just this year that I find hard to recollect. what about the year before? or the one before that????? geez , surely loads of things have happened.! yeah thats for sure.! Perhaps my memory serves me only this well.

So here I am sitting up at near 3 A.M in the morning trying to think of a good subject , a right tagline , for the year that has nearly gone by.......... nothing yet. Before typing out this line let me tell you there was a substantial pause. Yet , no recollections could be made. The grey cells in my brain could have gone black if you know what I mean. The past is always supposed to be glorious ain't it. Or maybe a not so great present makes the past 'oh so glorious'. Future? well , thats a part of speech I rather not delve at the present.

Still nothing. I don't wanna write my memoir about my 'job' or the work I did/do. Don't wanna bore my kids ,do I now.! Thats it!!! The reason perhaps why I'm not able to find a suitable subject is because I hardly never did anything besides work. hmmmm bummer.

Not that I haven't been thinking of late. oh no no no , maybe I am thinking a tad too much. Thinking of what? usually my thoughts are 'oh what was I thinking!!', I think.

As I write this I realize one thing......... I am awesome.!!
Naa...... I just wanted to write that above line for the heck of it. Those having watched the sitcom 'How I met your mother' would easily understand where that come from. Aha , so that is responsible for my current predicament. A sitcom!. Maybe thats the reason i'm sitting here and trying to write this blog in the first place.
Stories to tell my kids , where else would I get this crazy idea from anyways.
or maybe I am writing this because I might forget the present in the future.Do I have a weak memory ??? quite frankly I simply don't remember!!!!.

Time.!

Its often said that 'Time' is the one of the dimensions that one should master before even thinking about the other dimensions.
What other dimensions ?

gee , I don't know , i haven't had 'Time' to think about that.

The real trouble with time is that you never have enough hours in a day but there are always enough days before the weekend. I never really remember having time to kill , but then again time is flying like an an arrow released from a gladiators quiver.

Time is God's way of keeping everything from happening at once. Perhaps he finds it easy that way to keep tabs that way.

Flowing with the tide , ah yes the respite of the person who knows not what the coming 'time' holds.but then again (and again) isn't 'Time' the best utilized when you don't for once bother about the past and also worry (not) about the future. What is meant to be , will be. so needn't you do anything about it ???.

Don’t count every hour in the day, make every hour in the day count.Alas , I was always weak in math.!

We need to keep an account ? gees , I thought someone was employed for that task.

So , that's it now , no more does one need to be the slave of 'time' , yes , you can indeed invent time!. Time flies, yes , but only when we are on a roll (quite literally). So we are the ones who can go against the grain , manufacture 'time'.A wise man once said to me "If I knew that one day I would find so much time for myself, maybe I would have practised the art of killing it effectively." .

so Never late I said for myself "Start wasting time , so much so that i always feel that I HAVE TIME!".

The other day I heard Homer(Simpson) advice his son , Homer says "Son , There is no substitute for hard work in life. You have to work very hard in life if you ever want to succeed. Now , keep quiet they are announcing the lottery numbers.!"

Now if you excuse me , I have some 'Time' to kill.

so long , until next 'Time'.

I scored !

In pic : With me best mate , Adya .

Business as usual...

A couple of posts in a couple of days.
Lets just say I'm a thinking man.! :P



I'm in a very busy street surrounded by many people. Some looked familiar others made me feel alien.
The setting had changed 'oh so much' over time. I have known the street my entire life.

We walked to a store that hadn't changed a bit since I've first known it.
I've frequented the store since as long as I can remember.
Lord , let lightning strike me and take my soul to hell if I were to say I know the name of the store casue it would be a LIE.!

We enter the store , order the usual(mango milkshake with icecream).
The store looked the same . Not a thing has changed .
Well for only one thing , the rates have changed .
The board displaying the rates was the same . A new layer of cheap paint displaying the new rates over the old one(over and over again) (The old ones we could still make out , with some not so carefull observation).

The man taking the order was the same . The same man doing the same job probably since ever!.
The man has stark white hair as before (or was it black/grey/greying earlier??? I dont know , my memory serves me only so long.).
This man was never a man of so many words. Sometmes I wondered if he simply wasnt interested in speaking.

He took the order , repeated the same to someone inside and waited for the processing to get over. I looked into his eyes for the first time perhaps expecting to see dispear , misery even?. Yet they protrayed NOTHING. I wondered if he would recongnize me if he saw me in an different setting?. I wondered if i would have before tonight?.......

He served the order in a clinical fashion (stone faced as ever . no smile . no nothing). it was business as usual for him.

Took the billed amount , returned the change(didnt complain over the high denomination note given to him) and went about to take and complete further orders. It indeed was business as usual.


Life goes on , I told myself.
But for him it was business as usual.

business as usual......same...same....Business as usual.!

The word most (well everyone) wait for ,and fear.
Appraisal.

It was appraisal time for me.....
...and here is a piece of conversation that went on...


Me : Good morning.!!

(Greetings are exchanged with the appraiser and reviewer in a very non formal way, then again it was never meant to be formal.!)

Reviewer : Good morning.!

(It was quite early in the morning. Usually this conversation takes place around 10 A.M . But this time it was taking place at 6 A.M)

Appraiser : You haven't been doing well I see..! (getting straight to the point)

Me : err,what makes you say so?

Appraiser : Just look at you ....you are .... 2 maybe 3 !

Reviewer : come on..you are being a bit harsh here.

(Me : (phew) alas, someone talks on my behalf)

Appraiser : oh come now....its easy to see...he is going down here!

(Reviewer grins)
Appraiser : alright lets put him to test.

(I take the test dutifully.)
Appraiser : ah see....its 2.!(with a smile that was part victory part looking down at my 'misery' )

(I sometimes thought it could be 4 even...but i was wrong.!)

Me : ok ok....I'll try to do a 5 next time....on the other side.

Appraiser : lets see whether you are full of false promises or not.!

(Off that ..only time will tell...)



And that was the end of my Appraisal........


Disclaimer :
The characters in the above mentioned text are real and not imaginary. And any resemblance to real life is highly intentional.

The characters are :
Me : Me.
Appraiser : Mom.
Reviewer : Dad.

The number that is mentioned is my decrease in weight.
The situation is when I return home after a long absence (nearly a month!).

There are many a life mysteries.
Another addition: My mom always finds me thinner the next time she sees me.


until my next Appraisal ....... see ya! :-)




"Somethings gotta go wrong cause I'm feeling way too damn good.!"

Of Bed bugs and Beds...

Ever heard of friendly bed bugs???
Well ,I got them at MY home.

'Sleep is when you sleep on your own bed'.

If you get up and dont feel a nagging pain somewhere or dread, either you are young or better yet dead!.
That meant I was OLD.And I am 22 years OLD , not young.!

Coming back to MY bed(which promted this web log)....
When I wake up (which i eventually do) from MY own bed I no longer feel dread or a nagging pain anywhere(which I never did ,forunately).
So what could be the explaination???
Bed bugs ofcourse!! Friendly ones at that!

Shashi Taroor said he took stock of his life on his 30th B'day......hmmmmm...maybe I still have time.Or maybe I should read the book 'Life begins @ 40!'. Whatever the case I have time .
Like I care , need I?


I love my neighbours.
I love my work.
I love the dogs that dont let me sleep at night.
I love Manchester United.
I love Australian cricketers.
I love everything!.


I woke up from MY bed today!