The shuttle crackling sound of the leaf was a reverberation.
As the joint was passed around,the stories of the world were being discussed.
Bill Gates steps down,West has it all,Madonna and Guy splits,Ambani loses money to be richer,millions joining the B-schools,the China talks.
Malnutrition in Somalia,debt of an Indian suicidal farmer,mental torment in Afghanistan,a weeping abused kid turns to prostitution,injustice in the middle east.
Raped and over abused.
In between all this delirium and the smoke,Our Mother Earth just turns a page.
The joint is passed.

Its 2.30.
Im a bit zonked.
And I feel happy.
Dejected but happy.
This is a no-nothing post.

I would not say that I dont really care.

Today's Track:Most Precarious by Blues Travellers

Do you hate people who speak?
I dont think anyone does.But I'll tellya what I hate.I hate people who speak bad english.Bad as in without the articles and with the all wrong missing tenses.There seems to be a whole big bunch of people like that existing in my life.
You can call me a bit snobby,but even an extra effort to speak english pays,rather than blabberring in some regional language in front of that non-regional person.But some people just dont learn.I have this weird idea of making money by selling private porn vidoes of these-people-I-know over the internet. :-D

Rishi took this picture with his 'BFG'.Normally, one might just not find it much appealing.But somehow I felt it stood out among all the ones he sent me.I find a strikingly perfect connection with the picture ,the moment I saw it.Its not what you think.If you think,I find the picture aggressive and ragged,you're wrong.In fact,I'm quite appalled by the tranquil serenity of it and the whole mellowness of it.

Some brief scribbled random notes........

• The Carnival was awesome.Its probably the best hippie bar in Pune.

• Omkar,Amrita.Thanks.I had the best bengali food in days.Motton,Kosha Mangsho,Aloo-Poshto,Fish chop,Paabda Maach,Dal-Maamlet.

• I hate the new haircut of mine.I should have stuck to my idea of shaving it all off.But now it looks really weird.I also hate the shirt I wore to office today.But I hate my haircut more.

• They didnt give me 3.7 grands from my salary.Jherechi.Udom jherechi.The bastards.

• I'm logging into orkut,properly,after ages.Actually pretty good.I deleted my entire album.I'm thinking of when to login again properly and delete my entire scrapbook.And then of course my profile.Too much saturated.

• A cabbie talked me into having second thoughts about my religious faith.He gave me an entire 15 kilometer session on how God is important to my life.I made the mistake of telling him on how I didnt have much faith in Him.And I was the slight socially drunk then.

• Why don't I ever take the bus through the University road.Damn!!!

• Yes,Sap and Angshu's call made me a bit nostalgic.I miss good ol' Silver Sands.Or Oly.Dansberg beer.And the beef-steaks.

• And Peter Cat.Sigh!!!

• Most of the people around me like to live in their little boxes of their own.Like believing that whatever they do is correct,not exploring other avenues,not talking risks or beleiving in thinking different.They follow the mob.They never change their views.I just feel sorry.
  

• I have my foreign collegues telling me how beautiful Taj Mahal is.I should go to sleep.

• Go to sleep.go to sleep.G o t o s l e e p ! GO TO SLEEP. gO tO sLEEP.Go2Slp.Goo-too-slip.peels ot og.

Now go!

Ok!
This can defintely be a WTF moment.
There are times when you are standing with your seniors from office during a coffee-break or something.Everyone's in the light mood,talking about life,weekends,parties,wives exceetra-exceetra.Then a round of joke-session begins.It goes like this.Everyone says a joke untill your turn comes.Yes,I'm talking about that moment.And you realize out of the millions of jokes you've heard in your 23 years,you forget every single one of them.In fact,you forget the entire English language in one instant.All you can remember is ..."Fuck!"
So here's my backup.
Two drunkards were driving a car one late-night searching for a new bar.
One of them suddenly parks the car messily on the road and asks the other guy.
"Did you see the bat??"
"No,When??"
"How can you ever miss that.It was huge.Flew right past my nose.Damn!"
"Do you want me to drive?"
"No,I think it got scared and flew away,I'm cool"
So they start driving again.They find a bar,kinda shabbily lit up.It was kinda empty,but whateva.
They go in and order a pint each.Drink it up and order a shot each and drink that up too.And they order two mroe shots.The bartender realizes that both are shit drunk and refuses them.Humiliated,one of them asksl the bartender.
"hey dooooode...Temme if you wanted to fuck real badly on an all-men land,what would you prefer...a beer bottle or a tree trunk?"
The bartender replied "Ai gotta waaife 'n ma tree keeds,eef ya saay dat 'gain,ma gonna kick yer arse"
Both the drunks start waving their middle fingers at him.The bartender gets pissed off and takes a shotgun and shoots one in the neck.
The shot-guy almost dead,lying on the floor mumbles something while coughing and spurting out blood.His drunkard friend stares at him for a minute and says to the bartender.
"Thats one hell of a shot"

'Hyuk-hyuk.'Ok,this is the part where your seniors are supposed to laugh.Everyone.But they wont.
They'll just never invite you to a break again.And they'll give you a raise whenever you want it!

Ka-ching...Im awake!!!!!

"Im an owl...
On the night prowl....
I tweet-tweet,
but owls dont tweet-tweet....
Owls just howl...
but even wolves howl...
So im neither a wolf nor an owl.."
.....................................................*self composed*!!


Ok.Its 4.14 am now.I guess i can brand myself as a proper insomniac.I mean I was always accustomed to the fact that I could do with sleepless nights,but not like this.I aint getting any *Hooteeva* sleep....not during the day and definitely not during the nights.It kind of strikes me pretty starkly when i remember those images of that insomniac Edward Norton in Fight Club or of Robin Williams...(or was it????),eyes wide open...mouth gaping and sighing heavily while lying on the couch.And I spend my night time either reading books or reading cartoon strips,but somehow fail to get a wink of that so-called groggyness.

Shibu and Taps are leaving the country sometime by August or something,I think.Kinda sucks to know that i wont be meeting them for a looooooong time.Maybe at the time I'll be 40.It was so funny with them.Two friends deciding to take their friendship to the next level of "love'...and hiding it from us friends.Kinda like Chandler and Monica.I never thought of it.And then Rishi's astonishment on hearing about their relationship.Heehee.Ki fun it was!.
Shibu,the stupid-macho-acting-prick,was one of my first friends in college,even though he was from my rival school.Bloody roller coaster ride with him for the next four years.
Then his "Apun bhi bolta hain" fight with Yuvraaj.Haha!
The jhogra,the fun,the hostel raping....what fucking nonsense...lol.And then of course Taps,my crying partner,whenever we got drunk.Sweet little couple they were.sniff sniff!

And im also eagerly waiting for the Himesh movie,"Aap ka suroor"...In spite of all the I-Hate-Himesh groups,the guy never backs down.

Ohh and Mandira Bedi should get herself a new un-slutty saree.
4.21 am.
Happy birthday mom.





So am I or am I not???????

FUCK OFF!!!!


:-)