Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Monday, February 27, 2006
Sunday, February 26, 2006
I Love this Post!
Check it out here. It's written by my newest friend in the Blogosphere, Rambling Muse :)
Friday, February 24, 2006
Life is...
...like a taxi. The meter just keeps a-ticking whether you are getting somewhere or just standing still. (I've seen some pretty bad 'life is' quotes. This is amongst the worst I've read.)
...a grindstone. Whether it grinds us down or polishes us up depends on us. (Hmm)
...like riding a bicycle. You don't fall off unless you plan to stop pedaling. (Any ideas?)
...a great big canvas, and you should throw all the paint on it you can. (Gotta have color in your life!)
...a banquet, and most poor suckers are starving to death! (WTF)
...like a hot bath. It feels good while you're in it, but the longer you stay in, the more wrinkled you get. (Can't argue with that)
...either a daring adventure, or nothing. (Hell yeah!)
...good, without it we'd all be dead. ( )
...a whim of several billion cells to be you for a while. (Thanx Groucho)
...a grindstone. Whether it grinds us down or polishes us up depends on us. (Hmm)
...like riding a bicycle. You don't fall off unless you plan to stop pedaling. (Any ideas?)
...a great big canvas, and you should throw all the paint on it you can. (Gotta have color in your life!)
...a banquet, and most poor suckers are starving to death! (WTF)
...like a hot bath. It feels good while you're in it, but the longer you stay in, the more wrinkled you get. (Can't argue with that)
...either a daring adventure, or nothing. (Hell yeah!)
...good, without it we'd all be dead. ( )
...a whim of several billion cells to be you for a while. (Thanx Groucho)
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Runner's High
I ran 10 kms this morning. Starting at Marine Plaza to Sophia's and back. It was trippy! I got to a stage where I was observing myself pounding the road. Just fantastic. It was like there was just the road, me and the light breeze going by. It's called the Runner's High. Check this link out for more on the Runner's High
I'm looking forward to my next fix on Saturday morning. :)
Happy Tripping (or Running)... whatever works for you
I'm looking forward to my next fix on Saturday morning. :)
Happy Tripping (or Running)... whatever works for you
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Help!
Warning: This may sound like teenage love trouble to some (It isn't!!!! I'm 25 for f#$%'s sake!). Please bear with it.
Ok, here's the deal. If you don't know already, I went to a very close buddy's wedding at Mahabaleshwar. I drank a lot and ended up telling three hot women that I thought they were extremely attractive (or something like that... how am I to remember?!?!?). So I got one girl's phone number the day after and apologised for any indiscretions (of which there were none I was told). We get back on Sunday. I message her on Monday saying hi and eventually asking her out for coffee. She says she will message after she gets done with work. She does message eventually, rather late, saying she just got done with work and that we'll catch up for coffee over the weekend and meet at my friend's reception in Mumbai on thursday (before the planned weekend date).
The thing is I'm sooooooo f#$%ing out of touch with this dating scene (I got dumped after 5.5 years towards the end of last year) that I've forgotten the finer aspects of the game!!!! Not that I ever was a player. But still.
Anyway... is it a positive response or a negative one?!? I'm mindF%#@ed and don't know what to do. HELP!!!!!
Ok, here's the deal. If you don't know already, I went to a very close buddy's wedding at Mahabaleshwar. I drank a lot and ended up telling three hot women that I thought they were extremely attractive (or something like that... how am I to remember?!?!?). So I got one girl's phone number the day after and apologised for any indiscretions (of which there were none I was told). We get back on Sunday. I message her on Monday saying hi and eventually asking her out for coffee. She says she will message after she gets done with work. She does message eventually, rather late, saying she just got done with work and that we'll catch up for coffee over the weekend and meet at my friend's reception in Mumbai on thursday (before the planned weekend date).
The thing is I'm sooooooo f#$%ing out of touch with this dating scene (I got dumped after 5.5 years towards the end of last year) that I've forgotten the finer aspects of the game!!!! Not that I ever was a player. But still.
Anyway... is it a positive response or a negative one?!? I'm mindF%#@ed and don't know what to do. HELP!!!!!
Monday, February 20, 2006
Stuff I've Done Recently...
I watched...
Rang De Basanti
I met...
my dentist who made my gums bleed uncontrollably yet said everything was OK!
I drove...
my parents' car. A Hyundai Santro.
I visited...
Mahabaleshwar :)
I hit on...
three beautiful women. :)))
I read...
a nice article on simplicity in writing.
I listened to... (listening to...)
Luka Chuppi from the Rang De Basanti soundtrack
I woke up and...
read a beautiful introduction to the Bhagavad Gita by Swami Ranganathananda (late head of the Ramakrishna Mission)
I learned...
that life is as easy or difficult as I make it out to be.
I wrote...( am writing...)
on this blog and will update it tomorrow hopefully.
Rang De Basanti
I met...
my dentist who made my gums bleed uncontrollably yet said everything was OK!
I drove...
my parents' car. A Hyundai Santro.
I visited...
Mahabaleshwar :)
I hit on...
three beautiful women. :)))
I read...
a nice article on simplicity in writing.
I listened to... (listening to...)
Luka Chuppi from the Rang De Basanti soundtrack
I woke up and...
read a beautiful introduction to the Bhagavad Gita by Swami Ranganathananda (late head of the Ramakrishna Mission)
I learned...
that life is as easy or difficult as I make it out to be.
I wrote...( am writing...)
on this blog and will update it tomorrow hopefully.
Sunday, February 19, 2006
Back Home
I got home a few hours ago from Mol Master's wedding and needless to say we had an absolute blast! It was a to-die-for experience and it started from the time we stepped into the resort till the time we left this morning.
Friday was unforgettable. It was my first experience at a typical loud Indian wedding. I come from a South Indian family, conservative and a bit stuffy. You have to dress 'correctly', speak 'correctly' and do bunch of other stuff, well, 'correctly'! Anyway, Friday night was the sangeet and dandiya night. And what a night it was. I don't remember exactly what happened after a certain point of time (yes, white wine tastes rather good at hillstations) but I did manage to hit on the hottest women around. I made precisely three attempts. I managed to drive two of them away but the third was successul, relatively :) That done, a couple of friends and me set the dance floor on fire. Totally grooving it up! Aside: I'm yet to see exactly what we did on that festive night. Await wedding video.
Saturday was nice. I woke at the break of dawn, yeah right, but I did wake up at 7.15 am for some unfathomable reason bounding with energy. So I wandered around Mahabaleshwar at 7.30 am in the cold weather desperately seeking the sunlight. It was nice. Some time to myself, to think about stuff and of course the events that preceded that wonderful morning. By the time I returned, more of the gang was up and we spent the rest of day playing cricket, football and watching some of us roll joints :) Quite nice. The baraat and pheras happened in the evening and the place was tastefully decorated. Mol Master looked quite sharp and his wife looked wonderful too.
So that's pretty much what happened there. On a more serious note, it was an emotional moment for all of us who've known him for over 20 years. A bittersweet feeling. On the one hand we knew that things would never be the same again while on the other, we knew that this was what he wanted (or so we hope). Whatever it is, I am sure he's happy with his decision. Good luck to Mol Master, my brother-in-arms. Peace
Friday was unforgettable. It was my first experience at a typical loud Indian wedding. I come from a South Indian family, conservative and a bit stuffy. You have to dress 'correctly', speak 'correctly' and do bunch of other stuff, well, 'correctly'! Anyway, Friday night was the sangeet and dandiya night. And what a night it was. I don't remember exactly what happened after a certain point of time (yes, white wine tastes rather good at hillstations) but I did manage to hit on the hottest women around. I made precisely three attempts. I managed to drive two of them away but the third was successul, relatively :) That done, a couple of friends and me set the dance floor on fire. Totally grooving it up! Aside: I'm yet to see exactly what we did on that festive night. Await wedding video.
Saturday was nice. I woke at the break of dawn, yeah right, but I did wake up at 7.15 am for some unfathomable reason bounding with energy. So I wandered around Mahabaleshwar at 7.30 am in the cold weather desperately seeking the sunlight. It was nice. Some time to myself, to think about stuff and of course the events that preceded that wonderful morning. By the time I returned, more of the gang was up and we spent the rest of day playing cricket, football and watching some of us roll joints :) Quite nice. The baraat and pheras happened in the evening and the place was tastefully decorated. Mol Master looked quite sharp and his wife looked wonderful too.
So that's pretty much what happened there. On a more serious note, it was an emotional moment for all of us who've known him for over 20 years. A bittersweet feeling. On the one hand we knew that things would never be the same again while on the other, we knew that this was what he wanted (or so we hope). Whatever it is, I am sure he's happy with his decision. Good luck to Mol Master, my brother-in-arms. Peace
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Road Trippin'
We're off to Mahabaleshwar tomorrow morning for Mol Master's wedding and all of us are totally charged up for the trip. I'm going to be driving my noble steed (zen) all the way from Mumbai to there and back. Haven't been out of town for a while now. When was the last time...mmm.. yeah! October. Goa. That was nice. But it's been nearly six months since and a two-day break just does it for me.
I went for my morning jog at Marine Drive today after like ages (atleast it felt like that although it's only been a week). Surprisingly, I eased through the entire 7 km (approx) run. Quite happy about it.
Yeah so I'm thrilled to be driving to Mahabaleshwar. It's this quaint hill station famous for strawberries (and gujjus!) and the lake. My friends say we should check out Hindu Gym there and play tennis but I think that's too urbane. I'd love to run around the place aimlessly, scope the area and of course the pretty lasses at the wedding.
Friday night is dandiya night (hello?!?! it's a gujju wedding and we'll be in mahabaleshwar!!) so a couple of friends and me went to Fabindia to buy some kurtas and stuff. Saw a total hottie there. What's with bookstores and Fabindia?!?!? They're always full of hotties. Dang
Back to the trip...we're leaving tomorrow morning at 6 and I have no f@$#ing clue how my friends are going to be awake at that time. I'm an early riser so it's cool for me but the rest of the guys are going to have problems. I see us leaving around 7 (at best).
I'm looking forward to the drive!
I went for my morning jog at Marine Drive today after like ages (atleast it felt like that although it's only been a week). Surprisingly, I eased through the entire 7 km (approx) run. Quite happy about it.
Yeah so I'm thrilled to be driving to Mahabaleshwar. It's this quaint hill station famous for strawberries (and gujjus!) and the lake. My friends say we should check out Hindu Gym there and play tennis but I think that's too urbane. I'd love to run around the place aimlessly, scope the area and of course the pretty lasses at the wedding.
Friday night is dandiya night (hello?!?! it's a gujju wedding and we'll be in mahabaleshwar!!) so a couple of friends and me went to Fabindia to buy some kurtas and stuff. Saw a total hottie there. What's with bookstores and Fabindia?!?!? They're always full of hotties. Dang
Back to the trip...we're leaving tomorrow morning at 6 and I have no f@$#ing clue how my friends are going to be awake at that time. I'm an early riser so it's cool for me but the rest of the guys are going to have problems. I see us leaving around 7 (at best).
I'm looking forward to the drive!
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Sunday Mornin' Blues
If you think you read it wrong (or I got it wrong), you're wrong. It's right. And I do mean Sunday. As I have mentioned earlier, my close buddy, The Mol Master renounces his bachelorhood next weekend. We, his fellow bachelorhood friends who have known him for 20 out of a total of 25 years fo his life, have decided to spend this week doing what he will NEVER be able to do once he steps onto Planet M (no, not the music store) during a well-planned ceremony this weekend.
For starters, we spent the last two thumb-busting nights playing our favourite games on the PS2 till about 5am (I'm hung over from gaming). We went to our favourite watering holes around town (and a couple of new ones along the way) and spent endless hours at the Barista near Sterling Cinema shooting the breeze. So through all this celebration, I have turned my body clock every which way. I'm totally exhausted and I'm going to spend my evening watching 'Rang De Basanti' with a friend.
As The Mol Master walks into the sunset of his bachelorhood, we his school buddies and the rest of the gang wish him the very best. Here, here...
For starters, we spent the last two thumb-busting nights playing our favourite games on the PS2 till about 5am (I'm hung over from gaming). We went to our favourite watering holes around town (and a couple of new ones along the way) and spent endless hours at the Barista near Sterling Cinema shooting the breeze. So through all this celebration, I have turned my body clock every which way. I'm totally exhausted and I'm going to spend my evening watching 'Rang De Basanti' with a friend.
As The Mol Master walks into the sunset of his bachelorhood, we his school buddies and the rest of the gang wish him the very best. Here, here...
Sunday, February 05, 2006
Happy Birthday To My Ex-Girlfriend
It's Feb 5 and it's my ex-girlfriend's birthday. I'm really bad with birthdays actually. I think they're a bit silly. I mean what are we celebrating really? The day we came in to this world and blessed it? Who are we kidding? Well, to me it's more of an excuse to throw a party. I don't mean to be cynical or anything but to me we should wake up everyday with the same enthusiasm or whatever it is we wake up with on our birthdays. (Hangovers? not really) Even age to me is a meaningless number. (after you get your driving license and liquor permit of course) Much ado about nothing. Well, it's Feb 5 and it's still my ex's birthday. Our break-up has done me good. It shook me out out of my stupor (a little, cmon gimme that much) and I feel I can take more risks somehow. I don't what it was but something kept holding me back. Anyway I've learnt a lot from the whole thing and I'm enjoying myself now. Happy Birthday Ex! Hope you're happy and have a great year ahead :) (Who knows? She might read this one day). Over and out.
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