Cheers To Life

Those beer bottles together with the others got me stumped last time. That day they were the pathbreakers. To digest the fact that I was too slow when it comes to devouring them,was really miserable. Its said - have them in small quantities and not gulp. " The slower you are the lesser you get " - that aint funny in any sense. The company of yours have the speed combined with capacity, a high octane fuel in this situation which makes those mean machines run at full throttle, empowering them to compete with the best in business. Thanks to my bangy roomies to help me understand that potential information.Genorisity gets a kill -9 under these circumstances.



New lessons are to be taught in a different way to us,the Generation X.The thick fog seems to clear away making the picture better.The gorges which were feared to be just a step ahead now appear to be at unforeseen distance. They are now threats of the past.Though very much sure to meet with a new one in near future,with increased vigour and might, its these obstacles which are always welcome, that indeed provide the welcome breaks from the melancholic routine.Speed up yourself, adopt to the situation its worth taking a chance.



Get boozed, kill the germs of prejudiced mind and feel the new world opening up with a wider horizon. Indeed I have got the kick .. Hic ! Hic !!

@ the Sugar Cane Shop

Through the traffic we went zooming past a Merc and BMW( sports version).
On the way, the brakes screeched , bringing the 150 cc machine to a halt and we were ready to pounce the glass of sugar cane juice, finish it off in that big gulp - One Sip and the Glass should be empty type. It was a bogie this time too.



A little chap was there working with his cane. He,just like any of us was eager to go through the candy all alone.He had a Saw larger than him,to chop the cane.Cudnt stop myself from clicking a snap then. The click, took him by surprise and he came towards me in a flash. I was caught on the wrong foot by that 25 metre dash of his. Cleaning his face with his T- Shirt( nothing strange about that in India) he posed for me with a cute smile and justered me take a snap of his.Once done,he pulled my arm down, looked at the snap,smiled once again and dashed away to grab his cane, from his father - the shop keeper and continued his tussle with it.

This moment will always remain with me, scribed among the front pages of my memory.

Confused I am

Is it ...

"The beginning of a new era ? " - I would love to see how it goes !!



"Or a Golden era " - The One I have enjoyed a lot and still enjoying !! - " going through a bad phase ?"

Among the ruins of an Amphitheatre

Trapped she thought.Mundane thoughts came flooding in her mind. She couldnt stop but brood over what happened. The cards she played,seemed all wrong, a decision that could make or break things finally turned against her. The codes she wrote with passion were a pain now. Her destination now seemed a distant dream. She felt lost, aliented in the new city, the city that never came to terms with her.



Last week at Golcunda, I saw that window, the Window to Heaven, I managed to find it among the ruins.I hope she finds it soon too.

A Dancefloor of a golden era waits patiently to be rejuvenated.

Ah.. Just Enough,

Those birds just took me back to the school days for a moment, of course to those painting classes.For me the Alpabet V had lot of meaning, it could be a bird in the sky, green grass the next second and what not. Time flies and here I am but a spur of a moment can take you back and forth.

Hang Him,Verdict was finally out

22-Jun-2006, 3.00 am, the death bell finally rang. Dingan never dreamt of such an end, did he?

Few days earlier, we had a ripped jeans, a half eaten apple on the bed, the waste basket lay toppled and above all the kitchen was stinking, almost like a fertilizer truck had run over a skunk. Alas he is in! my roomie gasped.

Work on hand, I shouted, we cleaned up the mess and the grudge increased as time passed. We were very tired after the days work and this one was a blow from behind. The culprit was not found anywhere. Not a clue.

Later on Dingan worked predominantly during the night. The chaos he created was beyond limits. He showed himself once; He was small,brown and fast.He turned quickly and escaped through the back door.

With futbol on air, our nocturnal activities increased, Dingan was finding it tough. He took all his courage to come out on that deadly night of Jun 22nd.I saw him, He is back I cried out. Closing the doors we ran behind him, he managed to escape from 3 blows, but the cricket bat met the target. An eye ball popped out, He laid motionless, Not a drop of blood - Surgical Precision! Professionals in making Arun hinted.

What next? The decision was unanimous Hang him till death!



Yesterday,I saw Dingans cousin, will history repeat?

It Does Matter These Days

Its been few days now that I am missing the lift at my office. The door has got shut for the fourth time this week right in front of me, forcing me to take the stairs all the way till the fifth floor. Getting really lazy these days. And why not wait for the lift, it always happens that when I miss,its always on its way to the topmost floor then descends and proceeds to the underground parking area (obviously somebody is waiting there to be picked),thats 2 floors below the ground floor where I stand waiting and then it comes to pick me. I can always reach my desk within this time. Lack of patience,maybe it can addressed so.



Few years back,when in college, I luved the stairs,for the obvious reason. Stay there and you are sure to get a glance of the ones you are dieng to see. Maybe after that 3 years relation with her, she now thinks I have ditched her, I do not find any other reason of why she is being so cruel with me. Lets hope with this confession of mine,she understands me and allows me take the lift atleast at the office. I do not know for whom I got to stand by the stairs at my office and wheres the fun without the gang around.