Archive for the ‘… and it happened.’ Category

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Cuckoo’s Nest

August 26, 2007

Watched One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest this weekend.

One word review – Human.

Jack is crazy as ever.

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Pitt-er Truth

August 19, 2007

So K turns 26 and has succesfully maintained her single status for 26 long years. On her budday…

M:

K…i hope til now being in the big US of A you have hooked up with at least 1 australian + 1 british + 1 german + 1 chinese + 1 latin guy.
If you havent shame on you and go get one for your happy budday as my budday gift to you
.

K:

Err….

A:

K …kaisi hai….tera track record ladko ke bare main same hai na….good!!!
u havnt dissappointed us,even after goin to US….n dnt worry prince charming in rite thr in the corner,will walk in at the rite time!!!u just hang in thr,dnt change(stop listening to M’s advices,she was never good at them)…
n all the best!!

K:

Umm….

M:

K….that prince charming is a fairy tale. I am telling you. I am dispensing free advise….like baz luhermaan said in his sunscreen speech ….. A is only being nice to you..I am telling you the truth…..noone comes along riding a white horse and looking like brad pitt….. those who have horses and look like pitt and already busy laying all the angelina jolie lookalikes with those sexy legs, all over the world. I maybe sounding like scrooge’s mother or something but I swear ..I am not lying.

Now THATS the wisest piece of wisdom I have heard in ages.
Lol.

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Meaning of Meaning.

August 12, 2007

After a long tiring day at work… in one of those dull-momentary-lapse-of-energy-I-cannot-work-anymore-Lemmegoyoualldickheads-phewwww moments I looked at R and A who sit behind me and genereally mused “Do you guys think there is any meaning in what we are doing? Do you think there is any meaning to our lives?” with all the existensial angst I could possibly muster.

R, drowning in a days work of factor analysis, regression co-efficients and multivariate correlations, staring at the screen with unblinking red eyes, had not even registered what I said,when her tongue shot out ” Meaning? What is that? What is the meaning of meaning?”

Lol.

She didnt see the irony in that statement. Poor R. I think she is dying.

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Yeh chinese mast hai !

August 12, 2007

Saturday evening, in a techie mall which sells Laptops, mobiles, PDAs, MP3 Players and all other existing electronic gadgets:

Me: iPod hai?
He: Haan hain.
Me: Kitna?
He: Original?
Me: Haan.
He (with a flourish): 1 GB – 450, 2 GB – 550, 4 GB – 700, 8 GB – 900. Sab MP3 players hain. Isme video nahi chalta…sirf gaana.
Me: (spotting a garish shiny bright magenta pink iPod on the shelf … complete with the iPod plastic box, screen, dial, the Apple logo and the iPod branding..and shocked at the garish horrendous shade of shiny bright magenta pink)… woh dikhayenge?
He (handing me the piece): Yeh? Yeh copy hai.
Me (quizzical expression on my face): Matlab?
He: Original nahi hai.
Me: Matlab prototype hai na? Box hai na sirf? Theek hai. Dikhao.
He: Nahi nahi…. yeh copy hai.
Me: Matlab?
He (frowning slightly at my apparent stupidity)– Chinese maal.
Me: Matlab?
He (frowing more): Matlab China se aaya hai. Copy hain.
Me (Suddenly the little tube light inside my head lighting up) – Oh..matlab fraud hai?
He (Chest puffing out, looking like I made him swallow a raw live mosquito) – Copy hai.
Me: Matlab wohi , fraud hai na?
He (incensed): Nahi Copy hai. Jyada features hai.
Me: Kya?
He: (with the air of a guy spreading out Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa before me) : Screen Bada hai. Video Chalta hai. In built Speakers hai. FM station bhi chalta hai. Yeh sab iPod ke is version main nahi aata.
Me (wonderstruck): Accha? Kitna?
He: 2 GB – 120.
Me: What????
He (with an almost pitiful expression): 120.
Me: 2 GB iPod kitna tha?
He: 525.
Me: Itna farak?
He (Smirking): Haan. Who Chinese maal sab ekdum aise hi milega aapko. Ekdum budget main fit aur original se jyada features hote hain. Aur ekdum fit chalta hai. Yeh chinese mast hai !

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Ashamed

August 6, 2007

And I really wished I could fade into the background,
A world, impervious to light and devoid of sound
Oh! Don’t worry, I am not depressed and all,
Was just snoozing in a corner of the conference hall
When the speaker called on me, and snoring I was found

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I will anyways write

August 6, 2007

He wrote and posted for his own sake,
An identity, neither true nor a fake
An aching episode in a masked story
An ideal proclaimed in its own glory
He wrote with his own unknown intention
Neither for memory nor anyone’s retention
Composed on his own individual belief
Sometimes just as a break or relief
Sometimes just his own little point of view
An idea that spurted in his mind and grew
Based in his own thoughts and situations
Open to everyone’s subjective interpretations
Now if she read it and she thought
That to tell her something, he actually sought
Without him asking her to read it
She read and identified, because it nicely fit
With what she wanted. Drew her own conclusions
Decided to live under her own delusions
Went ahead and altered her life
Caused some heartache and no less strife
And he stopped writing, went about feeling guilty
I ask you, is it his responsibility?
And that left him with a bitter taste
Feeling that posting on the net, was a waste
On ambiguous posts like the one you are reading, there should be a block.
No one should be allowed to generally blog
About things that can be interpreted in another way
Only things that are specific should be allowed to say
A post open to meanings is a dangerous game
What was written and understood may not be the same
And in that exactly is what I see the mystery
Of different imaginations coloring history
In their own different worlds they fit the word
And for once, each one thinks for his own and not as a herd
And there goes on this pro-and-against blog fight
And while it goes on, on this blog, I will anyways write

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Hello Homer

August 5, 2007

O.K.

He drives nails through his finger everytime he is nailing boards onto the roof. He throws his son off the roof and is a perfect slob when it comes to lying at home watching TV.
He lives with a Pig who shits like there is no tomorrow and then goes and dumps all that shit into the one lake his daughter is trying to save.
He then goes bizarre by running off to alaska and comes back to save his town from the bomb.

Mad.

My first date with Homer was a roller coaster twisted around sixty eight times. I know its late, but well….. Homer isnt going anywhere, so its all right.

You HAVE to go for the crazy crazy movie which starts off by telling you that you are such a ridiculous fool to pay to watch something you anyways get to watch for free.. Audacious, I tell ya….