ConXns

Patience …

Few possess it by nature

Some acquire it through wisdom

Most regret having it

Humor…

Few really get it right

Some seek a nod

Most just laugh

Love…

Few find it on own

Some think they are in Love

Most are confused about the state

Fitness…

Few make it a reason to live

Some take it by season

Most need a reason for it

Style…

Few have their own

Some think before a jump

Most just fall into it

Care...

Few care to care

Some pretend to do so

Most care two hoots about it

Feelings…

Few get emotional about it

Some just don’t feel it

Most hide the real one

Friendship…

Few really live it

Some go unplugged

Most take it for granted

Patience, humor, love, fitness, style, care, feelings, friendship…

Relation…

Few can relate it all

Some can just see it individually

Most struggle to juggle

Das Auto

My paper spoke today....oooo...was that a screech?

Mixed opinions...on the internet.

Personally the first that I saw ( heard). Thought it was quite nice..

http://www.domain-b.com/brand_dossier/marketing/20100921_volkswagen.html

Historic day for TOI!! 21-9/20,10

Sweet pie...is that my name?

Googli bai, gunda, gundali, chinnu, chintu, chikkuli,bumli-dumli, golu golu, merly,disco rani....

Well...each of these words even when pronounced correctly....has no real meaning.

Yet I seem to have acquired a kind of fondness for this no-meaning lingo which I have been chanting to my lil niece since few days.

Is she a kid or am I one? You can really not differentiate when it comes to playing with this little bundle of surprise:)

Each day is new for her and for me...same games, new names....

Anything to see my darling niece smile...

I surprised myself by revising my nursery rhymes..courtesy youtube>...insy-wincy spider, twinkle-twinkle, old mac donald, Baa Baa black sheep, humpty dumpty....phew!!!

She is a tiny one...but definitely making everyone run around...

Prema aunty writes this so that she can later laugh at herself for becoming a kiddo....:))

and she appreciates all those who have a fascination for giving people around funny ( pun-ny) names....she says..it's an art that few know.

There's always a phase

Most times, you have an idol...somebody you really look up to. This somebody really inspires you to do what you have planned.The best part is that you don't realize you are putting in any extra effort to achieve/do that something, even if you really are. It becomes a natural combination of good things happening to you, happy hormones flowing within you and the whole world smiling at you.

At other times, its you looking back at the same you that was! "Oh...how energetic and enthusiastic I used to be...how well organised I was.....how fit I was.....God knows where I got that kind of motivation from"...etc.you are your own idol then...Probably when you are done with inspiring yourself enough, you look outside for more.Else believe it or not...You are NOT BOTHERED!!

Strangely ,everything works and moves in phases. There's always a high and low for everything...be it your markets and economy, the weather and temperature, the desire to eat spicy and then sweet, the interest in comedy movies and the sad/love stories...up down..up down. sounds silly..> movie/market/food/people.doesn't it?

Everything in your life gets a piece of footage here...

The problem is not with this swing, but with the fact that when it's a low....the world doesn't know! And if it knows....it's anyway late.

But when you are trying to come up the hill.....the world wants to know why, when, how and who threw you down? 'Coz it shows! sometimes you don't have an explanation....you come up with something weird- just to call it a REASON.

Most people will not and can not understand your reasoning...so they will decide to tag you... The reasonably smart ones will leave the explanation ...definitely give you a dose or two for your uninformed hibernation, but then take on from there. And what a relief...you are so thankful to their expression of sanity...JUST BE! Quite naturally you do not have an explanation to what you did...or what happened. You wanted to and that's why you witnessed it. To bull...with the reason! * conditions apply----All this while you are not intentionally harming somebody!

Again....hearing the same.." oh..look what you have done to your self...you are ignoring your health..."

" why do you want to quit now...." "what made you buy this dress"...."How can you eat like a glutton"...

WHY ASK? you probably know the answer that the other person is going to give..."just being myself...doing what I like...eating what I like..how much I like...JUST LIKE THAT.

Any individual will not have a problem with what he/she is doing, but others will seem to. Beholder has the last word unfortunately....

Back again...when one is up and done..over and out with kicking oneself hard enough...he/she begins to let others do the kicking....only to realize that the first one was better...a little less harsh!

OVER and OUT....."No I'm not letting you kick my butt..."

fazebuk and kutkut

Long time since I bothered logging into my orkut account!! wondering...why is it even there? I deleted it once in 2006 and decided to add only people I knew/real friends onto my list of friends. And...ho..I'm again trapped...some 200 odd people on my list!!!

People were switching on to FB...Facebook. Somebody even asked me.."you don't know facebook"? And I felt I was doing a big crime by not being searchable on the most popular networking arena.And today..I have some 200 odd friends there too...

And twitter...don't even ask!! I hate twitter....I don't tweet. .."so sweet...what the ( beep)".

Initially..I thought the idea of social networking was limited to catching up with old pals and dear ones. Now it has come to the level of almost knowing what colour of undy one is wearing or at what time and mood does one intend to shit??!!! Take it in whatever sense you want...but I just get so annoyed at the tinniest of details being put up by people...as if they are doing a great favour by letting the world know.."whats on their mind".

Yes, sharing pics...and bringing up something different and interesting to share is definitely good. No I don't mean FB should become a news desk with latest happenings as informative stickers. But again..someone's tagged in a photograph!! yippee...( feels nice that you are a part of the group being shared with). The option of commenting on pics...hmm..not bad. Most often our folks comment on everything else, but the pic!! what a pity...> I mean there's a seperate space for asking the whereabouts, hows and why's to the person putting up things....Puhleeeeze not here on the tag!!

I sound like a lady from the Gen Y...detesting the so 'in' forms of communicating with people. I don't mind being labelled so! Yes...honestly...rather...my confession....I use FB to just get gossip updates....> though I hate myself for being so...my daily sense of curiosity to check what bullshit people write has reached the level of addiction.

For example...tommorow is Indian Independence day..!! ( As if the world doesn't know). But yeah...I will have hoards of my friends expressing their patriotism online...Wanna bet on their stupidity?

The usual...

Farmville, fishville....harvest/not to harvest....pheww!!! I tried it myself for a week....that was it!

" oh...your neighbour needs help...can you fertilise her crops?"....What the Fish...........

EVENTS...I have had exactly 3-4 genuine, decent invites to events. The rest..crap!! Spam....

But I can't blame it on all people. The co. has also created some dumb applications to keep the dumb so engrossed. And ...I too feel so dumb at times!!!

Someone then asked me...."you blog. Isn't that also telling the world 'whats on your mind'? But I guess...by now even you know the difference between the two.

P:S: Those who love FB , orkut, twitter....please continue loving it...express yourself very well. spare me!!!

I am just expressing my love for these networking sites. I sometimes think about email and the phone as the best ways of keeping in touch. At least...you are not giving out info to those who don't really matter much to you! And knowing the kind of impulsive person that I am..you never know..I may be out soon:)

Few questions I have asked recently..

Since the past three weeks I have been in the city of chandigarh...giving myself one more chance to either love it or hate, explore it beyond the bare basics of rock gardens and museums, devour the golgappas, kulchas and Rajmahhhh, try and interpret the 'koi gal nahis' to weighing ( literally) the amount of yapping....and further..

Something ( maybe a lot of things) make/s me wonder why I hated it earlier or was it just a CHANGE of place? Anyway...I have asked these a few couple of times here..

1. Why is this place so confusing with circles and sectors everywhere? All look the same..
2. So many gardens...all so neat, lawns well mowed..so much of ( visible) greenery. How do they manage?
3. Do people here not eat pan? I have not seen them spit..nor have I seen what was spat!!
4. Why are there no potholes in any of the roads that I have travelled for easily 1 hr in a day?..thats good coverage.
5. Why do all buildings/apartments have separate overhead tanks for each flat unlike one common in Mumbai?
6. Why do all houses/bungalows and apartments have huge balconies here? so typical of their architecture..
7. why do all houses have atleast 7-8 doors? And why do all have a mesh/net door first and then the wooden one?
8. why do people here prefer eating rice first and then the rotis?
9. why is this place called that of the rich ones...when infact everything here costs half of what it does in central suburb of Mumbai? say even a mehendi...or a designer suit..
10. why are there so less motor rickshaws and strikingly high numbers of cycle ricks ( poor guy fate...if a fat arse takes the ride)
11. Do people here not read much? I mean, atleast on the net I didn't find any franchise of crossword, odyssey, landmark or any other popular book store located here.

These are some curiosities as of now. I am sure some more will pop up during my stay here for the next 2 weeks.

By the way, today I had lunch at sundarams, I guess the only authetic Southindian food joint. And the food was awesome...better then what I have had at cafe mysore or anand Bhavan at Matunga in Mumbai.

I wouldn't say I love the place in its entirety. Rather I'd say...I love it being a tourist here!

5 years and 10 hours

The first time that I have landed at an international destination. Like a fool...i have my connecting flight in next 1 hour...and I know I have a long way to walk. Yes dear...its Sydney International airport. I don't even know where I am ...I just know...I am in the right direction.I am happy..Iam tensed...all mixed emotions in me.

I have walked for 35 minutes now....am now getting into a bus to reach the domestic terminal. It all feels so fresh and nice...I am excited, two of my friends are coming to the airport to pick me up. After a lovely 10 minute drive..( yes, everything seems lovely), I arrive where I am to depart again from.But it's already late...I should be boarding now. But I'm just in the queue for checking in!!! Holy..."shit, I don't have money to buy new tickets, I am missing my flight...my parents will shoot me for missing my flight......oh shit.." I think I should just leave my bags in the queue and just beg and plead the lady to let me go..... I do that. And she says.." we'l put you in the next flight which is at half past". I again ask..." Am I supposed to pay anything extra..???"...."NO".....Ahhh...what a relief.

I'm hungry...and tired and sleepy. The sight of that clumsy vegan burger on Quantas and the thought that it was just 3 hours that I slept on flight and this stupid air hostess...one old lady..just had to wake me up..for another stupid boring tasteless breaky...All fresh in my mind. Making me more hungry..

Anyway, I am just waiting to board the flight. I smell fresh coffee...

Like the smartest of asses in the world...I have not bothered to keep change. All I have is a $50 note plus a few 100's! and I remember my brother having told me to keep change. So to avoid any kind of belittlement as I suppose, I will stay quiet and sacrifice that one cuppa coffee too.

Alright, I am boarding now. I know its a half an hour flight..Should I even expect a snack. Its been 10 minutes on..and I got nothing. I just have an apple from the previous flight..which I am not going to eat..( I have just had a dental treatment 2 days before I left India...do you expect me to ruin it by biting into that fruit directly...no way...Dental treatments are shit expensive abroad)

yipee..I have landed at Brisbane domestic airport...my friends are waiting helplessly..( aware that I had missed the flight, but obvious)..

But being the sweetest people that I knew them as...They are taking me to my new home. On way..I am promised of a chicken biryani dinner at 'Chutney Mary's.....

Well...I see the city...and its already an hour long drive...> finally I reach home. These guys are helping me get the luggage in..while Roshni is just waiting for me to get home so that she could leave for work. A sweet Mallu rommie..but I already have thoughts like...should I trust her to be nice?

Roshni says.." Prema, there's some chicken curry of last nite ...you can eat it for dinner if you want to. I will be back after 10 pm..I have the keys"...

ok..bye roshni....

"Alright Prema...your dinner is done...you must be tired. It's friday Night...we have a party...so we gotta go. Call us if you need anything..else we'l see you in the morning"...

I have no choice ..but to say.." ok guys..thank you so much.."

The new apartment...all silent and dark by 7 pm...its Winter...its cold. I don't know whether to watch the TV...or to call up any friends and talk to them...

Knowing nothing..being in a new place...left all alone ( although for just 8 hours more)...I feel like I have left everything to settle for this loneliness. I know nothing...nobody...and thats it...'tears are rolling down. I am crying so that I feel better...and then will feel so sleepy and retire....

Every single scene is so fresh in my mind. This happened Exactly 5 years and some 10 hours back....The attire that I was in...the lectures that I had been advised ( by friends and folks), thoughts of my first day at Uni..my meeting of new people..new friends...my orientation trip to Couran cove island...

My experience of living in Australia...of having met some of the best people...I can never forget!

Saale residency ke jhanjhat ne vaat laga di .....

You missed it!

where have you been...

you missed out on the good old times...

you were never there...when you were meant to be

cold vibes and attitude...mutually exchanged...

now when you see their pictures, smiles and streaks...

you know you missed it big time!

you wanted to be there...but never felt alike

some indifference...mattered more than just happy times together

and today when that guy says he will miss them all....you know how much he means

where were you? what kept you away?

you never hated them...you never loved them..

they were there..and you were too

usually silence spoke well for you guys..

a couple of them lost their lives...you were there then!!! why?

heart in heart...you knew you missed it all...

Now on...shed that layer of inhibition for God's sake..

just be with them when they need you around..

you never know...one of them may wither away suddenly...

don't want you to miss it again!!!

someone has taught you today...good times just don't happen..

you make it happen..!

( This is for one of my very special friends ...who I am sure will understand more than these lines...)

Kolkata

Kolkata in words..

1 - Shit
2- Not great
3-Smells like fish
4- Nothing but mishti's good
5- Yellow bugs and green ricks
6-Trams and tempo, all in abundance
7- I haven't seen the complete city yet!
8- Sweltering heat, no fun; prestige, power,money speak!
9- Some people told me it was bad, I believe
10- I swear, I will not visit kolkata any sooner, hopefully...

My first ever visit to the east of my country.....was directly to Netaji's land......formerly DumDum arpt....haha....really!! To me first impressions are almost long lasting ones. Kol....except for the wonderful hospitality and sweet delicacies, I must admit...I didn't like you much! You are famous as the city for the 'call'... some part of the city...the new town is debelapiing, your kaalture is something to learn about....Baat...sofaar...amake bhalo naa.

Self composed Gyaan: Not ready for implementation!!

The difference between successful people and others:

successful people are less optimistic about pessimism, while others are pessimistic about optimism.

why others do not succeed?

The time and energy focussed on finding reasons for not having done a thing, is far more than that put in to work in order to achieve the results.

What to successful people do?

Follow that time-and-tested methods need not always stand the test of time every-time.

And when you listen to the wise...

Words of wisdom, are actually words from the wise-dumb!! Nothing really matters except your own experience and intuition.

Glimpses come alive..

(Play my fav while you read on...)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yHGmkvOr7u8&feature=related

Some music I listen to

some memories I revive

Traveling back and forth in time

without spending a dime...

Good times and bad ones

Hearty laughs and secret chuckles

Friends and folks in picture

Life becomes a miniature...

coffee and conversations

Dreams discussed and hopes achieved

and life turns

while the past burns...

Dance and dim lights

energy never fades

To say, its a mocktail

life becomes a cocktail...

Kites and colours

Festivities for all

A little friendship nurtured

celebrations all cultured...

Of silent times and bubbly voices

choice is a freedom

our mind needs both

confusion ..never a dearth

Traveling back and forth in time

without spending a dime...

Ad(d)s for a reason..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FB7Gi9y3FMI

Sehwag...(for that matter) a Cricketer needed to promote Hockey???

To me it looks more like an appeal to people..."Please come and watch this (not -so-hot) National sport".

Hero Honda...no doubt is doing its bit to keep the sport in limelight.

But with IPLs and 20-20's becoming the dish of the day....some chef ( Govt.) has to really churn a good hot combo for Hockey too. Why isn't that even being thought of?

Honda may get its sales up by few more lacs...Viru's got some crores or lacs for this ad....what more??Its all about money baby!!.....( Remember the Idea cellular ad for the cause of 26/11?) Marketing in the name of social/national cause...or mere awareness.

Can't help being cynical....unable to differentiate the genuineness of intentions behind some of these ads!!

Jai Marathi or Jai Maharshtra?

Now, only Marathi with foreign guests

Express News Service

Posted: Jan 23, 2010 at 0323 hrs IST

http://www.expressindia.com/latest-news/Now--only-Marathi-with-foreign-guests/570802/

I am a Maharashtrian...domicile!! Do I need to prove my linguistic skills after living in this state for more than 15 years? You are not asking me to...but your other stated plans and direction makes me think so.

Agreed, every city and every state has its distinct culture and history. Definitely the junta needs to know that. But instead of spending time, money and effort at promoting the richness in culture...merely stressing on the fact that we need people to speak Marathi will not suffice.

Why should people speak in Marathi?

I mean...if we are so culturally rich and have hoards of history to cherish, it should make us all ' want to speak' in Marathi. Mumbai, and Maharashtra is unlike most other states. We are the financial capital of our country...we are the business hub. We are so accommodating in nature...we have even accomodated Ajmal Kasab, and seem to laud that even he comprehends and responds in Marathi. Sigh! Be it music, arts, sports or anything - we have the best of folks in every field. When I say folks...they may or may not be 'Marathi speaking'.

Then why? What is the dire need for stressing on Marathi? If it has to happen..it will happen naturally. Are we on some mission to reflect on our identity crisis ( that is if we are facing one, apparently)? Or is it that we don't want to embrace and accept the fact..that we are shallow?

You expect the whole world to know Marathi? I mean...Man you are saying this literally. Go France, people have started accepting English unlike before. The Japanese and Chinese are learning English because its the language of the world. And now..I can't imagine foreigners having Marathi interpretors!!! Are your indirectly saying....Marathi folks need different kind of a job. But since they cannot or rather do not want to learn anything new, or translate any other foreign language....Translating Marathi is THE option left!! Are you hinting that?

I am just trying to look at it from so many angles...and yet fail to understand your rationale.

I love Bombay, yeah...I still call it Bombay..any problem? I will always love this city..and also hate it for the varied list of nuisance factors.

But end of the day, I think I am a Maharashtrian. Can you prove it otherwise?

P.S: Purely my opinion!! Coz, its my opinion, my post!

'Must-not-use' words

Some words I failed to understand the meaning of. Even Google couldn’t get me a good- enough-explanation.

9 words that seem to jack your mind…

1. Compatibility - Capability of existing or performing in harmonious or congenial combination
2. Insecurity - the anxiety you experience when you feel vulnerable
3. Anxiety - a vague unpleasant emotion that is experienced in anticipation of some (usually ill-defined) misfortune
4. Apprehensive - mentally upset over possible misfortune or danger etc
5. Thought- The act or process of thinking; cogitation.
6. Feeling- An affective state of consciousness, such as that resulting from emotions, sentiments, or desires:
7. Possessiveness- Having or manifesting a desire to control or dominate another, especially in order to limit that person's relationships with others:
8. Uneasy - lacking a sense of security or affording no ease or reassurance
9. Reaction- a response indicating a person's feelings or emotional attitude

In sequence, compatibility rules. If you cant even think of possibly being friends with a stranger….its the end! Play UNO….skip….

Between compatibility and uneasiness…the remaining words seem to creep in.

Let’s get this statement…..

“I thought you felt bad. But I don’t think you should think too much. I kinda feel anxious and insecure. But I am not possessive either. And I continue to feel uneasy. Maybe it’s just my apprehensions! But I don’t want you to react”.

Now with the help of the googed out meanings….I try to make sense of the above line…

“I can’t stop thinking ...irrespective of what you tell me. Same may be your case. But I also think …that you feel in a certain way….and I won’t know what you actually feel until you tell me. The Moment you tell me what’s on your mind…I become anxious, uneasy and insecure. Hold it….But I’m not thinking so…I am just feeling so. Since you have no control over what I feel….you should not react coz I just expressed my feelings. And fundamentally, to me... you reacting means….you thinking something opposite to what I am thinking.”

A new game begins…play the Blame, join the hall of fame!

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The end of it. I still didn't understand anything!

The words still remain and will continue to exist for ages…

People fond of these will continue using them...and confuse zillions that they come across!

(P.S: No offense to anybody. I mean it!)

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Audi...

Cayenne...

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BMW...

Dicor...

Fortuner...

My Rashee didn't warn me...

Yes. Here I am , again writing a review for a movie that I watched. And it's so natural....I just write on the sad one's...I mean the CRAP category.

In my opinion, movies can be classified into following categories:

1. Those you enjoy watching and feel there is something good about it..
2. Those you know for sure are flops, but you wanna put your curiosity at rest...and so...
3. Those you are not sure of, but think there will be something good about it...moderate hopes.

And as far as my experience goes, my review on movies really depends on the rows where I get seats...infact inversely proportional. Too front....sad movies. Middle rows...average. Top Rows...hmm...wow..!

For eg: Front rows: Delhi 6, Salaam Namaste, Wats your rashee,

Middle Rows: Firaaq, Fanaa, Kabhi Alvida....

Top Rows: Jaane Tu ya jaane na, chak de, Page 3, DDLJ, Kal ho na ho, Ab tak chappan...and so on.

Rashee....Phew..!! sometimes I regret my trait of being adamt. My friend literally warned me.....prema don't....!! And he also knew...I usually doze by 10:00pm latest...I crash. Wonder how I made up my mind to survive the ordeal.....

On a reasonably less harsh side, I thought few songs were nice. Priyanka ofcourse looked great...inspired me a bit to start gymming again! and Harman bhai...must say..you dance well. But why did Gowariker uncle want traces of Love story 2050 in Rashee? And what were you thinking...when you attempted that dance with the 'Tula' Rashee wali priyanka...some alien, sci-fi kinda character dancing??! Seems...you want people to really remember you for your 'Love Story 2050'.

And I did laugh and smile in between. Thanks to the Gujju elements in the movie...their love for food, the craze for share market and all kinds of money games...and the love for creating a debt trap!! ( No offense to any gujrati person here).

And what else...( actually thinking hard...to find out what was good about it) . The Climax was too good...Harman marries the Priyanka named 'sanjana'...who is the Just- in-time bahu to be...of which even he is taken by surprise. So even after meeting all 12 Rashees...he coudn't figure out 'who' she was? Maybe...Gowariker uncle wanted to put it as " Rashee or no Rashee....you are destined to meet somebody good. then what's the point of Rashee & Kundali Matching...when you yourself wont attach much importance to it in day-to day living! and ho.....that's when ,in the movie...the entire family screams ' what's your Rashee?'....( as if we were waiting to know it).

Do you remember this?

I read one of these recently....infact I had almost forgotten champak!!

I just hd been refering to 'champak' for the 'duffers' I came across in my routine ...

I can't tell you how happy I felt reading one. The stories seemed so funny, the cheeku-meeku stories and the butterfly gossips...haha. I couldn't stop laughing....was i really enjoying this as a kid? Well..I must tell you....its worth every minute of reading...its fun people!! out of curiosity...just googled a few lines on this legend called champak which is as follows....

Champak is a children’s fortnightly magazine named after a tropical flower. It has been on the scene from 1968 being published by Delhi Press Group. Today Champak is available in eight languages – Hindi, English, Gujarati, Marathi, Kannada, Tamil, Telegu and Malayalam. Its founder is Vishwa Nath (1917-2002).

Champak consists of modern stories for children with a moral tone. It does not try to smuggle in adult folk tales as stuff for children. Champak continues to remain a household name and a hot favourite for seniors of today who were green fans of Champak yesterday.

...If you have lived your childhood on the Indian soil....you have read this too!

If not, You missed something yaar...not something intellectual, but it was something 'for us'.