New Job

He asked  - Why? to which I was mute. Not that I am a secretive person. That's the last bit of my version of life (unless its about my arrest records!). Just that i think I might not have a satisfying answer to this question.

Sometimes I feel, anyone who is working currently dreams of leaving it. He might not have solid reasons or even definite motives but its just a high which we all crave for.

Anyways, so I resigned after 4.8 yrs long association with my first employer. Its not just taking a left than right from the usual signal. Its a change in country, domain, culture and what not.

So now the global question - am I happy? honestly, I cant even answer that right now. I need some time to think..Am I? Did i get what I want? And above all - was it a right decision???

Coming back to life...

It wasnt lost anywhere but I tend to forget it....
coming back to the world of words is an attempt to rejuvenate the lost passion or was it an infatuation for which I am infamous? Anyways...hope this SOS does its bit...

My Sunday

4 days have passed so rapidly and we face the weekend again. The mailbox will soon be bombarded mercilessly with yippey and hurrey msgs but I am not happy. Yes that’s the truth , confused ??? I repeat I am sad that weekend is at the door… No its not some bencher moaning over the loss of system, AC, Free coffee and Revolving chair for two long days but it’s the love that make me hopeless. Don’t misunderstand me its not mine its other’s love that I am cribbing about.
So here goes the ethnic saga of immortal and selfless love practiced so solemnly by today’s youth (cliché, isn’t it??)To cut the crap – my roomie is in love …. Getting things now , huh!!! Weekdays he is ours and on weekends someone else bet the place. I am not against love … NO …. But its their love that is against us (yes there is a partner in disguise , we are 3). So every Sunday their love blossoms and we water the saplings. Love on Sundays is not illicit in books .. but truly devastating for 2 other loveless souls. So their matinee show starts at 12.30 sharp … and other poor souls are kicked mercilessly of the house for which they slaughter a big chunk of hard earned cash.
I have seen every possible show on Sundays and now the e-square ticket counter is familiar with me. I realized it when the lady distributing the tickets there recognize me every time and guide me with every possible permutation and combination of Hollywood and bollywood so that I can be their honored guest till 10. yup guys the lovers matinee show ends up in night shows……:) The cunning lover guy provides me a solace that may be this is the way you can have a beautiful friend at the multiplex …. But he knows better the group there follows the law of evens – 2,4,6 etc .. no odds. Only odds are poor guys like me L but I can tell you one thing definitely I am becoming a sweetheart at the ticket counter .. some chance there !!!!!
So wiping off the tears rolling off my eyes ---- just a small request stop celebrating Fridays and someone teach me marathi so that I can broaden my prospects of movies.

The Fall of Icarus

The below piece of work is an inseparable part of my whimsical life. The title of the article is related to a Greek mythological character which fell from sky after the wax joining the wings to his body get burnt on getting nearer to the sun resulting him drowning into the sea.

Drinking, if it’s a blended grapevine, is considered a bad habit. After the fresher’s party my seniors taught me --- No Party Without a Whisky … and unlike many things that people forget in state of amnesia after the exams... I have crammed these words of wisdom throughout my life. Throwing light over the story here a friend of mine is a very casual drinker :- That means he doesn’t mind drinking in casual clothes.

Every second night or so he allure us to accompany him in his boozy nigh outs. Personally I have been really fond of Bihari friends .. they have this peculiar persona that they can really convince you in any matter … be it proposing your biology teacher or using an iron rod over “this is my seat” issues. So my dear friend from the Great Bihar was successful in taking us out for a party (which we were supposed to be giving, no occasion specified). He really has this habit which I am very fond of (after his Snoring capabilities)- “if something is for free , I am a Champ”. So it happens every single time – he proved his prowess in beating all of us with his “Drink more if you can” bets. The affection quotient of people usually reach heights after 4 pegs… You know what – You are my Besssst Friend. I have encountered 125 “I Love You” in my life but ironically all of them were from stinking Guys mouths. After 55 hugging and 23 kisses on my cheeks and hands I suggested its time for Lets Go Pleas. The Ordeal starts here…………….

I have been thinking about the analogies of situations many a times.. after 5 unsuccessful attempts of lifting the champ from his chair I really shared the moment of grief with Bhajji when Inzy bhai is standing in front of invisible stumps. Anyways the kind soul always help them out by his philanthropic running. So my enlightened beloved friend helped us out by standing up himself. Golden Rule :- if you want a Bihari to do something for you – Don’t ask him to do that... just wait for him to think about it. The best part of the booze nights are returning home…. After 20 min of thought provoking debates as to who is fit for driving and who is sitting on Red Bike … the journey began. It’s been said by Newton’s Brother-in-law that after 850 ml of alcohol in the body the gravitational force of the earth gets reduced by 43%. As my lightened friend felt like flying in Deccan-Air over the bike… a huddle was formed securing the flight by 3 bikes around so that it isn’t transformed into an MIG-21.

Its said that – When you think its over, stop thinking and start acting. When the Air-Deccan stopped for re-fuelling, the passenger in the executive seat hallucinated being on parachute. He opened up his arms and tested the decreased Gravity. As the contact was made with the cozy side-way he just went into deep meditation state. Anyhow people around the enlightened soul couldn’t relate to the divine feeling and gathered around in hope of some blessings from the Divine Soul. As some police petrol party joined the party … we felt like transporting the silent monk from the scene to his temple. Finally lifting the divine body which was shockingly not of same weight as the enlightened soul ; the body was sandwiched between two members of the illuminati group and finally dragged to his chamber in the temple. The words of wisdom were coming so slowly and heavenly that no one could share the knowledge. Then the words were converted magically into fluid form and showered all around the monks bed that carried a sweet fragrance of wisdom with it. Understanding the divine rendezvous of the soul with the Heavenly Lights… the worshippers decided to leave the body alone within its powerful smelling Aura….

The morning started with the coming back to Earth issues and the earthly body was handed over a water bucket and broom to wash away the reminiscent of the overnight magical moments……. What followed was the oath of never touching that bottle again. Have I told before – I lost that count.