Wednesday, May 27, 2009

The last of the...

I believe the time has come...

Hope to see you guys in a new avtaar someday soon

and thanks for all the fish :)

Sunday, May 24, 2009

We are Muscat-ing baby

dear blog ppl...havent posted in a bit...coz we're here in Oman on a project and the net hasn't been set up yet at the guest house...

will keep ya updated

Sunday, May 17, 2009

In the search for

True sophistication...

for highly evolved people like moi (this attribute having being bestowed by Still Thinking)....

it gets difficult finding a person to sync up with.....that close intimate syncing up with...because for us then the true test of sophistication isn't met by 'oh u've read this book'...or 'this wine comes from there' or 'what's the latest in perfumes'...'oh i watched an kurosawa movie'....

while these do represent sophistication in terms of knowledge...they don't represent the sophistication in terms of understanding and wisdom

that kind of sophistication manifests itself as simplicity of thoughts and feelings...

that is what we are searching for relate to

caveat: this is a brief statement to a very big line of thought hence in being brief understates and overlooks many subtle discussions that accompany this statement

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

an uneasy vaccum

a light shimmered
and a hope rose
that when i showed you my heart
you would rise up and claim it to be yours

you took an interest
but didn't lock it in
left it out alone
as it always had been

friends point out a promising future
caught firmly in the heaven's grip
its an uneasy vaccum
and i'm living it...

Sunday, May 10, 2009

The 'I'

I am...the good guy

I am also...the naughty guy

I have just one not do something that will hurt others

I can...cook, play racquet games, write and try my hand at a whole lot of stuff

I am...intelligent...but my intelligence is not the pride of the extent of my knowledge but rather an indication of the extent of my curiosity

I do not...believe in hiding to gain an advantage...i believe growth comes from collaborative development which works to everybody's benefit

I do not...believe in capitalism...i don't agree with socialism either...

I am.....a pervert

I am.....extremely spiritual

I have....a sense of humor which is extremely smart assy and sarcastic...i will not hesitate to make fun of you, your pop, your religion or anything about u...I will not feel shy of making fun of anything related to me either

I have no vileness in me...I will not try and hurt you (maybe cockroaches but that too only if they make an appearance when I'm in the shower)

I get.....weak in the knees seeing a pretty pair of feet in pretty shoes (only belonging to the opposite gender)...ofcourse if a smart brain and friendly nature accompanies it...Its like a dream come true

I have.....complimented girls on their assets and left them smiling and feeling good about it...ofcourse its never easy to get through with this kind of thing and thats why I try it so rarely

I feel..... comfortable having cutting chai and vada pav on a mumbai roadside I am at home ordering for sizzling brownie flambed in Cointreau at some of the finest restaurants

If I want to pee....I just walk into the closest five star around. If you gotta do it for free, go to the best I say

I have also..... stopped and pee'd by the roadside

I am....not one who If you catch with his towel down will get embarassed. I'll probably say Hi and ask you to have a seat while I go get dressed (ofcourse wrapping my towel around in a jiffy, I'm no voyeur either)

I can....easily get nervous...and I know that

I can...and will talk you down if you dare cross me...and I don't even need to raise my voice for that

I am not....comfortable receiving compliments...till date I get awkward If i recieve any

I can...barely dance....I believe every one has their own inner beat to which they must move...but I'll guide you well...gently but firmly...and I'll sync up with you...if you will, with me

I, chick flicks, I even tried my hand at knitting....but I dream of setting up my own workshop....making things of steel and wood, turning them over the lathe, robots, machines, engines...those are the things that really get me

I am....not sure If i am a slut or not...but I have never lied to get into anybody's pants...I have however used quite a bit of charm

I can be.... crude but never rude, have panache but never the stiff upper lip

I am.... emotional, I like hugs, in real time

I am....a momma's boy

I am also..... a self made man

I may speak..... to my friends as 'tu' but never the hotel guard...he will always be 'aap'

I believe....'balance' is a virtue most people are unaware off

I have....been taught by life the hard way to be...'patient'

I like...working, adding value to the world...however most of what we do...I don't see that as value add

I impressed by what you achieved, how smart you are, how hard working, or how big a victim of life....only by how many smiles you added to this world

I like speaking or women...pretty and not so pretty....anybody interesting...I have made conversation with people in buses, trains, flights, in the lift, at the bar, outside a restroom, inside the restroom, waiting in a queue

I am....strongly opinionated....I take a dislike to people who I get wrong vibes off

I don't people find it so easy to get angry, raise their voice or pick up a fight...which religion did they study???

I open book...yet within the simple plain cover, hidden in the depths are meanings...most people can never reach...

Thursday, May 7, 2009

stick it to the man - part 1 - getting a move on

for those wondering what this story is gonna be about...a minor correction to their line of thought...this is a political commentary...but u can read it like a story...after all...we are a democrazy aren't we :P

So todays diatribe on the handling of the recession by the government and how we should get a move on and get out of this situation.

But first a few basic lessons in economics for the un-initiated. If I print a Rs 100 note and u do some work for me for that amount, that money passes on to u...u spend that money buying apples, ordering some garden work etc etc and that same money passes on to those people who in turn spend that money forward. This is called the multiplier effect.

What happens in a recession is that someone stopped spending (for whatever reason) and the multiplier effect works the opposite way reducing everybody's spending power and the cycle goes on.

Hence in such times when people are shy of spending, it falls to the government to spend and put money into the market. It needs to spend. The last boom was in a great deal spurned by the govt spending massively on the golden quadrilateral project.

Now look why our governments hands are tied. It spent 60k crore on waving of farm loans, it spent another huge chunk of money on NREGS and it'll be spending more money on tax sops further on. I won't just as of now comment on the merits/de-merits of these spendings
just that other than the NREGS none of them have even a remote chance at helping anybody get out of recession.

So what would I have done if I were in the hot seat.

(stolen all the money and gone to the carribeans :P )

I would have spent my money on two key things

1. Greening the industries
2. Development of sports as an industry

When we were growing at 9% nobody had time to think about how to do things in a better, cleaner way. Now would be the time to say...hey we are destroying the earth the way we are going...lets see how we can reduce the damage, lets spend on green energy. Millions of dollars would need to be spent on this over many years. Technology would need to be brought in from abroad, developed indigenously etc etc. We would achieve the dual purpose of getting money back into circulation and improving earth's sustainability

Now the second avenue for spending money. You know the tally of medals (gold or otherwise) we got in the olympics? Ok thats a rhetoric question, dont answer it please, it hurts. Other than the fact that we have absolutely hideous sports facilities for the size of the nation we are (what would you expect given that we have worse educational facilities), but what's even worse is that a 'career in sports' is not something you'd hear a parent talk about usually. There are no sports scholarships, no high school or college level leagues, dirth of playable stadiums. And that is why there is so much opportunity in sports as an industry we haven't even begun to tap into it yet.

So as MGM says when one episode ends...That's all Folks :)

p.s. don't go by the date on the pic...that's only cause i didnt set the camera settings before shooting

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

God Oh God

Little personal blabbering...was sitting down in the pooja in the morning after my shower. Usually get about 5 minutes in the morning before i have to rush again to get ready for office.

and i realized how cherishable those 5 minutes are, I really don't know if I pray to a God or just talk to myself or just be silent but in those five minutes I find a lot of peace. So many questions get answered, so many wants disappear, u let the world escape from your grasp and let it go...and end up being just you...silent, peace

and then u get up and rush for office :P

Sunday, May 3, 2009

The Slut - part 6 - Literally 'the end'

The Slut - part 1 - the meetup

The Slut - part 2 - the tennis whacking

The Slut - part 3 - James Bond

The Slut - part 4 - the Kennel

The Slut - part 5 - the slut gets to know his position

He got discharged from the hospital after three weeks, still in casts and bandages she brought him home. She took good care of her slut. She took a month off, she cooked, she fed, she was took care. Some days she wondered what she was doing, she looked at herself in the mirror and all she could see was a glow, a happy glow.

"Lets go some place" she suggested "change of air will do you good"

"How about Ireland?"

It was as if lightning struck her, she looked at him shocked, did he know, how could he know

"I saw the ad in the paper today, sounds like a nice happy place, lets go there"

She smiled, her baby.

By next week they were in the highlands, most of his bandages were off, they were doing it three times a day, that was her measure of whether he was back in the pink of his health or not. They went on long walks, they went to the pubs, they went to the castles and clicked pictures.

"Tell me about the others" he asked her

She clasped his hand tightly, that was a different time, a different her. She still had her Beretta about her, but could she use it, was her hand still icy cold still?

"Let it be, I don't want to talk about that time, not just yet"

"Ok" he hugged her.

The next morning he was looking through the newspaper "hey it says here there's a nice cemetry nearby, just a couple of hours drive. They say its a spooky kind, i've never been to one before, lets go?"

It seemed to her that life had finally caught up to her, now there was no escaping, she had to tell him, she jst had to "yes lets go"

he smiled, there was something else in his eyes today, something that made her wary, but today, she had no power left in her to guard herself.

They were walking in the cemetry, it was in small cove, on the back of a hill. It was eerily beautiful.

"You know, this cemetery has a story behind it. They say a contract killer owns it, and created it as a memorial to some of her best adversaries"

He stopped at a grave "wow this is exquisite, look at the this tombstone"

"Yes he was the best" she said lost in the thoughts of the past

"They called him the wind whisperer"

"Yes he was that fast and that silent"...and then she looked up...from panic, to fear, to anger, to appreciation.

She had lost, finally found her match, a worth adversary who had defeated her.

She took out her beretta but he didn't even try and stop her and she knew why. He just looked at her, "you wanna have a sandwich"

"And What do they call you?"

"The soul stealer"

"Suits you...rascal"

"Can I ask you something"

"Sure, shoot" and then she laughed, funny time to be saying shoot

"I heard stories, that you ate them, did you really?"

"Yes" she said sheepishly "those were younger days, I was into reading about vampires and werewolves, i tried it, i liked it"

"Man you awe me"

"Coming from you, thats really a compliment, you beat me with a tool i didn't even know existed...simplicity"

He smiled

"So who are you, who sent you after me?"

"I am the whisperer's son"

"Holy did you tolerate me, I mean aren't you bursting with hate?"

"Hate? its called admiration, anybody who could bring down the whisperer...imagine bringing him down"

"I know, it was the biggest challenge of my life and he almost got me, I think the only reason I could get him, was because he chose to let me get him"

"So who sent you after me, The Greeks? I really created some trouble for them the last time around, we have mutual hatred for each other"

"The consortium of elders"

"The old man at the bus, oh god, how could i not recognize him, you know as a child he actually has fed me on his when does it happen, here? now? that would be nemesis"

"Tomorrow, early morning, before dawn"

"What if i kill you"

"That gun is loaded right"

She smiled, she knew there was nothing she could do agaisnt him 'fuck he was good'

They had dinner, roast chicken, curried meat, all that she liked. Then he left her alone, he had to prepare

Morning she woke up, there was a note for her by the bedside "Come to me, naked, as I came to you"

She understood what she meant, she took of her clothes, her fears, her ego, her pride...she was naked and she looked at herself in the mirror and she saw the look in her eyes, the saintly look, she smiled

He was sitting in the middle of the room...She approached him

"Maneater, you have been adjudged by the consortium of elders, as having gone outside the fold and their decreed code of conduct. While they appreciate your skills, they don't appreciate your ego...

And as such they have sentenced, the only sentence our world carries, death"

Finally and she was happy, it was going to be at his hands, now she really understood why the whisperer had let her kill him, why he had smiled as he died.

"Bend over"


The birch cane came out..."bend over"

"No, just kill me, get done, not this"

"Bend over, didn't I say, come to me naked"

"Yes" she hated being caned, the elders had caned her in their school and ever since then she was afraid of the cane

The cane fell on her ass as she bent over the table, one after another, painful strokes, bleeding her ass, ripping apart whatever dignity was left in her.

She collapsed into his arms "Finish me now"

"You are finished"

"The elders will kill you also, if you don't follow their orders"

"These were their orders, the bugger are probably rolling on the floor dying of laughter, right now"

"Oh sheesh" she managed a sheepish smile

"You are their child again"

"When i wake up, slut, I want you between my legs"

"Yes ma'am"


"No other way"

The Slut - part 5 - the slut gets to know his position

The Slut - part 1 - the meetup

The Slut - part 2 - the tennis whacking

The Slut - part 3 - James Bond

The Slut - part 4 - the Kennel

She had spaced out again, second meeting she had done this and now even her team was begining to notice. She felt weak, she felt vulnerable. He was not only on her mind, but some place else. Some place else in her line of business was like asking for a death sentence.

She needed to get a grip on herself, she went home, but when she had put in her key, she realized where the driver had brought the studio apartment.

She banged the door and fixed herself a drink and then another and another.

He walked in when she was on her fifth. "Hi love, didn't you have a meeting today"

Shouldn't have used those words, not today, but how was he to know

"I'm your fucking owner, not your love, your owner you paid fucking slut, get that" she had him by his collar

Today it was his turn to get caught off guard. He knew how easily he could go the way the others had gone, she wouldn't even know what she had done, till she did, like an old reflex action, and by the time she realized, it would be too late.

But she just left, in her anger.

Next day he received a note "you've been rented out to Miss K, be at her place sharp at 5"

He did as he was told. Miss K was one of her business acquaintances, won't call her a cougar, but she was always hungry. She liked the hunks more though, spent a lot of her diamond trading husband's money on them. He knew why she had chosen her, she was fat, crude and ugly from the depths of her soul. If there was one punishment she could have given him that would hurt him, she had made her mark very accurately.

The next day Ambica called up Miss K, so how did you like my slut.

"Oeee, behna tune yeh gehna kahaan chupaa ke rakhaa thaa ab tak" [Oh sister where had you hidden this jewel till now]

She almost puked when she heard her crude poetically gaudy description

"isne to saare hunks ki aisi taisi kar ke rakh dee, main aese aaee aese aeee, oh main to soch soch kar, mujhe lag raha hai, main abhi phir se aaee" [the hunks i was used to are nothing compared to him, i came like...oh god just thinking about yesterday makes me feel i'm gonna cum again]

She banged the phone in disgust.

This time she went home first, she needed to pick up something. Then to find him at the apartment, He was there lying on the couch wearing his shorts, just shorts.

The sight of him got her angry "so i heard you and Miss K hit it off rather well"

"Oh she was a delight"

The pun didn't get to her.

"You bastard, you men, you fucking men"

'Well so this how it ends' he thought, as she dug into her bag to pull out something. He wondered, a gun, or a knife.

What came out, was a bull whip. 'Oh fuck' he thought, he hated pain.

What happened after that was a blur, the whip lashed his body, her kicks and punches fell everywhere. He must've fallen unconscious before her anger completely vented out.

He came to life in the hospital, tubes here and there, bandages all around. He had broken ribs, bloodied face and body.

But underneath the bandages he was smiling, even though he couldnt move his swollen lips, she had left him alive, she loved him.

He filed his statement with the police, four armed robbers had managed to break in, they were wearing ski masks. He tried to fight them off and this is how it ended.

She came in the night, he was almost asleep but he could feel her presence, he couldn't speak loud, but his fingers could move, he curled his index finger in an action telling her to come closer.

She stepped out from the dark and stood near him "I'm sorry" she said, tears welling up her eyes

He further pointe her to bring her face closer to his "Make me you slut" he mumbled into her ear.

She looked at him, those saintly eyes, she finally gave up, she had lost to him "You are mine, you slut, only mine"

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Much Ado over relationships - 2

Ok so the last part we talked abt how the evolving work life has affected relationships.

In this part we shall talk about the relationships themselves and the caveat still remains the same...i'm no expert here...just throwing darts blindly like everybody else

Communication...for those who seen Omkara or'll know how communication or rather 'mis-communication' can mess up relationships.

We all have our unstated fears and desires...and typically when we make an assumption like the other person will understand we overlook the fact that we may not have factored in some fear or desire of the other person.

The problem with these fears and desires is that mostly even we haven't told ourselves about them...foregt about being able to tell someone else about them

the only tool that i see to work around this is, to listen to the other person try and put yourself in their shoes, heart n mind, if you care for them, some of their unstated fears and desires will become more apparent. They may not gell with you though in which case i'm not sure where the relationship goes...

but imagine how silly it would be...if you cared for someone...but never really understood them or they you and that puts a rift between two caring hearts

how tragically silly