30 mins of life on a jogging track

my life becomes mine in the truest sense in the 30 minutes i give myself while taking a walk...it's become a state of ultimate numbness... than a weight loss program...the 2 km stretch that curves and goes up n down like my stupendous life...

so many sweaty bodies just passing by me...with a hundred things churning in their heads....almost like this Mastercard Ad with this ponytail chick running in a fitted jogging suit gambling with a million thoughts..

i saw these two men walking out of the park with me...two typical village guys amused by almost everything they see....They see a white Honda Civic parked right outside the gate..and one of them told the other "ek din yeh humari hogi"


the best thing in the world is to WANT things...its probably more trippy than even having em...you have to constantly keep WANTING it..and then i think of people...people who either have it all...but probably dont WANT any of it no more......



and then there are those who know how to dream...

trust me by the holiest of lords blessing Machu Pichu when i tell you im the last soul on the globally warmed planet to make a pass at anyone...flirting with a strange set of flesh and eyes gets me the same feeling i got while watching visual tortures like tashan... my near and dear ones know it..i know it....it's just aint me...


but i wasn't going to live with that image for the rest of my decaying life....so the day i set my bum on the "made to fit" seat of Go Air i told myself....years and years of morals and ethics have come crashing down to me...and here i am finally telling myself how my dreams are actually "my choices" .......cut it short...i was all planned to prove my friends wrong..and Goa was the ultimate place to do it...

im not getting to the nitty gritties of the trip..and how much i drank...and jumped in the pool..and jumped in the sea....and counted stars against sand particles...and shopped...and went paraglyding with the endless sea right before me...and blah blah blah blah.....(pics on facebook)

coming to the point.....the night before we were to return..all of got all dressed up to loosen up in the "oh so cool dude" place called Mambo's...the place is full of russians and israelis and pick ups from all exotic and not so exotic parts of the world....Very few Indians..It definately stood apart from all clubs i had seen in my city...ok let me divert from the topic again...before i move on.. let me tell you..."im just not into firangs" i have never been...and i dont see the idea popping up in my head one fine day...

but butt...when all of us were seated trying to get our brains intoxicated with Mohitos a friend of mine and i noticed this firang standing a few steps away from our seat...for a second i felt the seat under our non existent bum had blown away...this man by far in the history of my Gluttonous life was the most appealing piece of flesh and bones i had ever seen, imagined or sketched ....

and the best part...well he was smiling at us...all of his 32 teeth glowing with pride...there the mohito starting hitting us... finally...so my friend told me since i am very clearly getting a signal i should go and talk to him...me being me...decided not to..it was too early..and i didnt want to come across as someone desperate...an hour had passed by and the guy had stood and smiled from all possible angles around our radius...finally when i sat next to the bar...the guy comes right next to me.. smiles..and then comes and sits right next to my couch..."there" said my friend..."your the bitch of the first category if you let this chance go"...i looked at him saying to myself "serendipity you can do this" and then in a second got up..held Prateeks hand and walked off.....

that was by far one of the rudest things i could do to a man who looked like a greek god...i swear...you should have seen his charming face turn into an emu like figure...

i just couldnt do it...i just couldnt....

ive returned back hearing enough swears from my friends....

i might have made a few mistakes and even fewer blunders in my life...but i choose to do things as stubbornly as i can...a friend of mine told me i am too idealistic and i can never find an ideal man...not in this century.....

i disagree..

P.S. It's trekking in Gulmarg and Bunjee in Nepal next!



the life in me is the very air she breathes

"time dosen't wait for anyone...yet time is the greatest healer"

Gugu Gaga Gugu Gaga Gugu Gaga Gugu Gaga Gugu Gaga Gugu Gaga Gugu Gaga Gugu Gaga Gugu Gaga Gugu Gaga Gugu Gaga Gugu Gaga Gugu Gaga Gugu Gaga Gugu Gaga Gugu Gaga Gugu Gaga Gugu Gaga Gugu Gaga Gugu Gaga Gugu Gaga Gugu Gaga Gugu Gaga Gugu Gaga Gugu Gaga gugu Gaga Gugu Gaga Gugu Gaga Gugu Gaga Gugu Gaga Gugu Gaga Gugu Gaga Gugu Gaga Gugu Gaga Gugu Gaga Gugu Gaga Gugu Gaga Gugu Gaga Gugu Gaga.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

walk on.........

one whose wooing with his flying tachniques and adventure sports craze
the other a celebrity singer

my search for a husband continues.....,

another year to go....before im ready to divorce my singlehood....

it keeps getting more n more trippy...
it rained...
i saw a rainbow...a beeeautifull rainbow placed right before my eyes as i moved my car through trafic laden roads of vasant vihar....

life today is what you missed when you were busy working towards your tomorrow....

now can i have another surprise..please!!!!!!

it's a beautiful day...

and i want you to surprise me with tulips and orchids.... and a hand written note hidden somewhere in between...

anyone!

on a cloudy april morning i scratched steven tylor's butt before aerosmith decided to go pink singing crazy with his hypnotic daughter trying to seduce a dance pole within the reach of a blonde's strand of hair that got stuck somewhere between Sitla Khet's altitude and the tiger who refused to pay me a visit while i stood waiting at the airport with a friend of his trying to understand if the tattoo on the ankle should be a fairy or a fairy colored with the tan on my back that happened to settle in quietly while i covered the sun over my skin trying to understand what was written on the first page of my basic and intermediate course module that i could'nt understand for so so long and today felt like someone had walked all over the road with too many tyres having already exploited it but at ease with the rain that colled her down before another day could be called another day or a wednesday or a day when i cant seem to understand the connect between whats said in the secret and what was quoted by people before they learnt to become humans again.............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................i am the sand that got stuck between your index while you were busy drawing your luck line.......

played around with the whole bloody time.......

...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................itll all come around...............

and the reality hits me first thing on a monday morning....
TAXES..

the price we pay for dreaming big

"मुझे प्यार हो गया है!"

i've been repeating this statement to all my friends for over 4 hours ....

i happened to visit the ISSYE MIYAKI counter at ansal Plaza today....they have a new fragrance for men called INTENSE and as the name suggests...it blew me away...

im in love.....love is in the air.....i am in the air.....the fragrance is intensly in the air......complete - ly in love with the fragrance.....complete-ly in love with the men's ISSEY on my wrist....

"डूब जा मेरे प्यार में"..........कवि की कल्पना देखिये

i dont believe in sanctity...

...hypocracy....

could everyone agree that...

....no one should be left alone.....

two things on my intoxicated subconscious:

elope and make a friends episode

and second...create life and prove god's not the ultimate creator...

i dont want love to be my life's LSD anymore..
destroys internally while showing colorful hallucinations..

i asked someone long back...are you happy alone? the answer was..no...but im at peace and at comfort with my self and my life..

what is more important...to be at peace or be happy....be not be$%&^*@#

Serious Business

equipment procurement, emergency operating centres, hiring consultants, scope of work, quarterly report, incident command system, piloting districts, training modules, IAS cadres, activity schedules, technical bids, financial bids, CTO, early warning dissemination study, disaster communication curriculum, civil defence curriculum....

...............while the entire team in the conference room is busy discussing over the above mentioned points....my mind's constantly thinking of CHICKEN SAMOSAS!

feel like a newborn

...............

kicking and screeming

i am a tattoo maker...engraving dreams through green blood alongside the sea...i am a car mechanic...grease on my forehead..permanenlty broken finger nails...rubbing through the body of a 70's miracle...i am a wedding photographer...a boatman..a farmer with a white bull...
i am an english teacher under a thatched roof school with kids and goats on a land not known to google search..i am a lavender field...a crowbar..i am a telescope....i am the wind that dances around cotton fields..i am a newborns smallest finger...a newborns heart line on his palm...i am the air i tried to taste on the DND...i am the blue of the sea and am also the grey of the clouds...i am lemongrass...i am a puddle ..a muslin cloth...a persian alphabet...i am the sound of just anything spoken in urdu...i am the eighth color of the rainbow..a sand particle under your feet...the neverending over your fate...

can you not see!

optimism is the madness of insisting that all is well when we are miserable..

i sat today with my elbow on the table and my right hand supporting my face...just staring at the monitor....for over 4 hours..i don't know what went through my head...maybe it was so much that none if it could be registered..and i sat numb like somone was showing me a documentary on my past life..

someone told me yesterday..my problem is that im too passionate and too idealistic..

is that really a problem! or maybe people are just too damn confused and complicated to be simple and straightforward anymore..

i have a report to write..but im running my fingers through this keyboard to write the muck in my head instead....write....how does one feel when we express things in writing...just scribble every symbol that rushes through one's system...and we beautifully lay them over a blank page like french cuisine on a white dish...

when did i get something in writing last?

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

im not like you...infact im nomore like me either

is something seriously wrong!