there are times when one must be a nice bachcha...sensitive to the ppl around u...like in a mandir surrounded by devout followers...at other times one must heed the advice of khuswant singh and have malice towards one and all...
In this regard Osho also quipped...we Indians are too serious...and haven't learnt to laugh at ourselves...
though i believe Sardars have done us proud by being sporty...
My surname is Kohli...and it has been twisted around like a candy stick in the making...add to it...a frnd named me gilli in school which has...well stuck on...so here go my many names...kholi...kohli ki goli...kohlu...silli gilli...tilli singh...its gud fun twisting and playing wid pplz names...i have a frnd whose sur named as chawla...it is quite often that i refer to him as chaawal...somehow everytime i do it...it brings about a smile to my face :P
then there are some ads which cud be requoted to nice effect..like the polo...mint with the hole line...or was it...the hole with the mint ;)
okie now i dont want to hog space...opening the forum for ppl to add on...
and dont hold back...for this one post all sensitivities can be ignored....
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Primate Hunt
The topic of marriage comes up quite often these days...people in my age group are getting married...parents keep indicating that it is an imminent thing (imminent = two year time frame according to them)...and i keep wondering...
I have been on the hunt for a partner ever since i can remember...though not entirely in romantic terms...in school i used to seriously miss having a good debating partner...there were plenty of good award winning debaters around...but unfortunately i was looking for someone who would focus more on fun and experimentation than winning...
The i have been looking for a gang of frnz who like everything from chess to poker to treks to drama...continuing on the theme of fun and experimentation...and mostly that gang also exists in parts only
So now i wonder...a romantic dreamer like me...it seems that i have been waiting for my swan (there is a significance to drawing analogy with swans, i hope the readers of this blog do know it) since i was born (guilty of over exaggeration)...and yet my worry is the same...fun and experimentative...does she exist...and if yes will our paths ever cross...
Moving on from my personal quandary to a more general view to the whole mate hunt thing...and dissecting it like an engineer there are various aspects to a person that we judge them on...looks, physique, family background, education, goals in life, views on life, habits, blah blah blah...not only do both the parties have to judge the other on each of these they have to be able to find out about each of these...and most aspects here are those that don't show up early...
Neways so given that is humanely inane trying to do all this maths...lets simplify it to a single dimension...do we click or do we not click...the aggregate of all the above is the intuitive feeling whether we click or not...though when it gets time to put a definitive yes or no to that question most people find themselves horribly confused...after all its a very long term bet one is making...a call option of that long is unheard of in business :P
And then for those of us who look at other couples and wonder how in the name of god did they find each other...i have been through three relationships myself and all special yet none supposing a chance close to the "i do" point...so i still wonder.
And those of you who have read my scrap on principles of seduction would prolly agree that given the opportunities there is much one can do...but for those of us who when most people meet say by their fifth interaction that you stand out a wee bit too much from the crowd (not in the same sense as stars stand out from the crowd)...there is always a dearth of opportunities...for out there is a girl...who one day quit her job and went backpacking for two months...who embodies the free spirit and the quintessential tag of homely (courtesy indian matrimonial ads if you've ever read that column quite interesting stuff there) an oxymoron in itself...infact it sounds interesting to make this a list of oxymorons...petitely strong...wheatishly glowing...conservatively kinky....spiritually humane...wierdly humorous...ambitiously familial ( i am sure i wud be jammed for wrong usage but i try to imply a family person with the second word)...femininstically logical (refer to the men from mars females from venus argument)...i wont complete the list of oxymorons am sure a whole lot of will get added to the list in the comments section...
so as i was saying...if you do ever find her...please claim an eclairs from me and do point her in this direction...till then i'll get busy with work and try and get that song out of my head "i'm so lonely...i've got nobaady to call my own" sung in the very endearing chipmunk tone...
I have been on the hunt for a partner ever since i can remember...though not entirely in romantic terms...in school i used to seriously miss having a good debating partner...there were plenty of good award winning debaters around...but unfortunately i was looking for someone who would focus more on fun and experimentation than winning...
The i have been looking for a gang of frnz who like everything from chess to poker to treks to drama...continuing on the theme of fun and experimentation...and mostly that gang also exists in parts only
So now i wonder...a romantic dreamer like me...it seems that i have been waiting for my swan (there is a significance to drawing analogy with swans, i hope the readers of this blog do know it) since i was born (guilty of over exaggeration)...and yet my worry is the same...fun and experimentative...does she exist...and if yes will our paths ever cross...
Moving on from my personal quandary to a more general view to the whole mate hunt thing...and dissecting it like an engineer there are various aspects to a person that we judge them on...looks, physique, family background, education, goals in life, views on life, habits, blah blah blah...not only do both the parties have to judge the other on each of these they have to be able to find out about each of these...and most aspects here are those that don't show up early...
Neways so given that is humanely inane trying to do all this maths...lets simplify it to a single dimension...do we click or do we not click...the aggregate of all the above is the intuitive feeling whether we click or not...though when it gets time to put a definitive yes or no to that question most people find themselves horribly confused...after all its a very long term bet one is making...a call option of that long is unheard of in business :P
And then for those of us who look at other couples and wonder how in the name of god did they find each other...i have been through three relationships myself and all special yet none supposing a chance close to the "i do" point...so i still wonder.
And those of you who have read my scrap on principles of seduction would prolly agree that given the opportunities there is much one can do...but for those of us who when most people meet say by their fifth interaction that you stand out a wee bit too much from the crowd (not in the same sense as stars stand out from the crowd)...there is always a dearth of opportunities...for out there is a girl...who one day quit her job and went backpacking for two months...who embodies the free spirit and the quintessential tag of homely (courtesy indian matrimonial ads if you've ever read that column quite interesting stuff there) an oxymoron in itself...infact it sounds interesting to make this a list of oxymorons...petitely strong...wheatishly glowing...conservatively kinky....spiritually humane...wierdly humorous...ambitiously familial ( i am sure i wud be jammed for wrong usage but i try to imply a family person with the second word)...femininstically logical (refer to the men from mars females from venus argument)...i wont complete the list of oxymorons am sure a whole lot of will get added to the list in the comments section...
so as i was saying...if you do ever find her...please claim an eclairs from me and do point her in this direction...till then i'll get busy with work and try and get that song out of my head "i'm so lonely...i've got nobaady to call my own" sung in the very endearing chipmunk tone...
Saturday, June 14, 2008
inheritance of fear
Day before night at the station...or i guess on the way to there...something struck me...wanting to be spoken of again...fear...a legacy passed down...This fear that i speak of is different from the fear that brings cowardice...
this is the fear for ones loved ones, of one's own economic security...a fear of what the future will bring...which makes us take guarded decisions...and play safe.
It is said that for one to be an entrepreneur the setting is easiest for someone who comes from a business background or for someone who is a pauper...one has something to fall back on if he fails...the other has nothing to lose anyways (do not get stuck vehmently to opposition of this generalisation).
It is we of the middle class...the salaried people who find it difficult to break out of our routine and take that leap...held back by 'what if'...
Not that it is an unreasonable fear...yet it oft makes us be too reasonable with life...sometimes a little recklessness is what keeps the excitement going...
sometimes that is ;)
this is the fear for ones loved ones, of one's own economic security...a fear of what the future will bring...which makes us take guarded decisions...and play safe.
It is said that for one to be an entrepreneur the setting is easiest for someone who comes from a business background or for someone who is a pauper...one has something to fall back on if he fails...the other has nothing to lose anyways (do not get stuck vehmently to opposition of this generalisation).
It is we of the middle class...the salaried people who find it difficult to break out of our routine and take that leap...held back by 'what if'...
Not that it is an unreasonable fear...yet it oft makes us be too reasonable with life...sometimes a little recklessness is what keeps the excitement going...
sometimes that is ;)
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
respect
A couple of weeks back i was part of an incident which didn't reflect the best part of me, there are various points of time in life when I have felt that I have acted like a jerk, this was one of them.
Post the incident the offended lady was nice enough to talk it out with me. During that talk, one word as part of a sentence stuck in my mind...have respect for your fellow counterparts...
Respect...when is it that a person loses respect for someone else...I believe that at the core of this issue what we will find is that, it is in the end lack of self respect that makes us have disrespect for others.
And then I started pondering upon what it is about me that I don't respect...and almost as if the answer was waiting all this while to be heard, it screamed, you don't have a meaning to your life...I don't respect myself because my life adds upto nothing.
And I think back to the movie made on the band Doors and the scene where Jim Morrison lies in a bathtub dead of a drug overdose...I think that was one another victim, a person whose life had no meaning.
I have now begun to look for a meaning to my life...and It seems this exercise wants to change everything in me...I can now barely make any conversation...I am literally afraid of speaking...for earlier all I used to speak was smart assy comments and sarcastic humor...if I take that away I usually have nothing to contribute...this could probably also be just a temporary phase...recovering from the after effects of making an ass of myself...but irrespective of whether the incident happened or not...the crux still remains that i'd better find a meaning to my life...or else a i might find a bathtub that has been waiting to take me away...
Post the incident the offended lady was nice enough to talk it out with me. During that talk, one word as part of a sentence stuck in my mind...have respect for your fellow counterparts...
Respect...when is it that a person loses respect for someone else...I believe that at the core of this issue what we will find is that, it is in the end lack of self respect that makes us have disrespect for others.
And then I started pondering upon what it is about me that I don't respect...and almost as if the answer was waiting all this while to be heard, it screamed, you don't have a meaning to your life...I don't respect myself because my life adds upto nothing.
And I think back to the movie made on the band Doors and the scene where Jim Morrison lies in a bathtub dead of a drug overdose...I think that was one another victim, a person whose life had no meaning.
I have now begun to look for a meaning to my life...and It seems this exercise wants to change everything in me...I can now barely make any conversation...I am literally afraid of speaking...for earlier all I used to speak was smart assy comments and sarcastic humor...if I take that away I usually have nothing to contribute...this could probably also be just a temporary phase...recovering from the after effects of making an ass of myself...but irrespective of whether the incident happened or not...the crux still remains that i'd better find a meaning to my life...or else a i might find a bathtub that has been waiting to take me away...
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