wishing u miles of smiles

diwali greetings all ye merrymen...i wish u miles of smiles

there are more strangers on this earth than i'm comfortable with...there are more people who are strangers to each other than i feel comfortable about...miles of smiles is one interconnected chain of happiness...and for this diwali...i wish that you get to know your neighbours better...i wish u miles of smiles...

this is also a semi-farewell kind of a thing...kind of a last post thing and though i would like to make a melodramatic speach like sharukh khan...but i shall desist from his copyrighted style...and just say its been a pleasure being around...learning, unlearning, joking and fighting (ok discussing)

i shall still be around on messenger...and prolly some day back here too...till then

aufwiederzehn

and thanks for the fish

simplify

for those who have ever tried solving a nuclear equation would realize that therein physics takes a cruel turn...of variables too many to fathom by visualization. And since even the greatest of scientist are but borne of humans like we are...they also get stumped by such complexities...

So they do what most people with simpler problems dont...they simplify...they work on one variable at a time holding everything else constant.

Our life is full of issues...we are lucky if the issues end up being as trivial as stuck in the wrong career or messed up in love...some people end up going through cancer and aids and i feel those are the kind of challenges which really i wouldnt wish on my enemy also...

But being happy...is quite a challenge...for its a summation of many choices we make...the problem usually arises because we don't consciously make most of those choices...and that we try and tackle too many variables at one go...

life's happiness usually doesn't rely on the big things we do...though when we define happiness we usually talk about the things we are going to do probably once in a month or once a year.

We don't meditate enough on what is happiness for us, hence we keep running around...taking in little stimulations at a time and hoping that is it..that is what happiness means...

i could probably tell you what happiness is...but the issue is...its not about the answer....its the question that will set you free....and secondly since i'm also still on the journey it would be unfair to talk like a saint (though prolly i'm just 13 months away from it sainthood)

being weak

the world often sees u, for you for your strengths...and that why is u require a person close to u...is for them to be able to see you for your weaknesses and become your pillars of support...

that is why you need that special to be there, cause you can't let yourself be vulnerable infront of many...it takes a great deal of trust to be totally naked...

it takes a great deal of love and sacrifice to become the blanket of warmth for someone...

Leaving terra firma

I've always wondered how it would be if the characters in my book world came alive, how if life became a mix of what is and what i dream of.

How reality becomes a blurred concept...and how maybe i could probably talk to my characters, thank them for what i've learnt from them and talk to them and explain the future I chose for them.

Authors must live a life close to insanity...it is when you go beyond exists...that you enter the world of magic and magicians...

bhajan keertan

yashomati maeeyaan se boling nand laalaa
why radha goree why me kaalaa

telling smiling maeeyaan
kohl eyed dudette in jaddoo aisaa daala
thats why you so kaalaa


:P :P

ek kalam ki sookhi syaahi

bade saalon pehle ek pyaari si ladki meri zindagi mein aaee thi...i was happily playing about...going to school...when she moved in next door...One find day..just like that...

Just passed out of college, all confident, a job with a top firm, a big bungalow rented on her own salary...

Though our first encounter was quite the anti climax...a smart assy comment she made...a bet i took up...changing her wild bush of a lawn into better than my own mom's in less than three months...

And in those three months we became pals...buddies...chuddy buddies...She used to walk into our home at any time, from the morning pooja to the dinner...un announced like it was her only...and I could do stay overs at her place any day...we would stay up late to watch movies together...we saw the whole of Hannibal Lecter series in one night...

Heck we even used to go on dates together...we had so much fun...she knew the bouncers at this pub so I was the only kid of my age who managed to get an entry into a disc...

That was 8th class...she was 21...

One day she asked me what will you do when you grow up...i looked up from my computer and told her i'm gonna be an engineer...build autos...better than dad does...

She smiled...no i think she laughed...she ruffled her hand through my hair...and said...i think you'll make a fine gardner...

that was 10th class...

One day she introduced me to this guy, and by the look in his eyes I knew she had found her man. They were still dating when I left for college to Pune.

She used to write to me every week, i preferred letters to phone, i've never liked phones. She married him, I finally met her family. She was looking regal that day.

I was working in Pune those days

Then one day the good news, she was pregnant. I knew that was what she had wanted the most in her life. I had been her kid for many years and now I was glad she was getting to do, getting to be what she had always wanted to be...a mom.

And then the call, there's always this call that you get once in your life that turn your world upside down. She told me, somehow you know I expected that call, I had been expecting that call since the day I first saw her in my house, standing in that blue salwaar kameez with small white floral print in her cute little white sandals...I knew that day that she would go away, that she didn't belong to this earth...

I took the next flight out back to Delhi. For the next month he and I took care of her. She delivered a fine little baby on 3rd March. Funnily she handed her over to me, that little bundle of joy. On the night of 3rd she went back to where she had come from.

He, me and the little her took off to his farmhouse near Chandigarh. He never remarried, I never married...when you've been touched by perfection, you don't somehow require anything more...ever. Our little bundle of joy is now a fin little lass of 5, as peppy and mischevious as her mom.

I'm still a software engineer but only by hobby...three landscape artist awards later, one wonders, why was god so kind on us to pay a visit in person

Quick musings

Though you may all know the govt is an ass (and by govt i mean politicians) but i feel like exemplifying two cases before u:

1. The nuclear deal

Pokhran 2 was way back so many years way back that i dont remember the year
We dont have enough nuclear fuel for our exisitng plants, never did never will
so..the nuclear deal wid did this year, could've been done 5 years ago and by today we would be energy surplus...imagine no power cuts and at barely 3 bucks (compared to 11 u pay for ure colony's generator and i guess 5 for state electricity)

2. America has the SSN social security number, a nice thing which identifies each person uniquely. We have the pan number, the driving license number, the voter id number and yet if you ever try and identify who a particular piece of land belongs too you'll be shocked how less the government knows about the person...and much less if the person takes to crime


Did i tell u guys by 35 i wanna quit making money and dive into politics....

General Updates

Vroom's Log Oct 18

Pundit say 3 yrs atleast...Vroom agrees...Vroom has got into his hunter mode...a la James Bond style...

Btw Vroom came across highly interesting ladies...a missy from singapore, a missy whose married at 19, and a missy who is a shoe fetishist (right down to her pen name) and has a beautiful way wid words...there's also a chap who writes the MUS blog...but then we dont much talk abt chaps here now...tht wouldnt be gossipingly interesting enuf :P

11 Months and still no action...13 more months and u can officially count me as a saint...(all due respects to the church)

Economy...

read the newspapers but dont go influenced by what the ppl say including Buffet...go for logic...look for numerical indicators...to see if the world is going up or down

Work...

New project...very interesting....but pressed for time....shall be visiting quite a few places in this regard...mumbai is definitely up so is hyderabad...unfortunately Pune is not

Health

gymming has been down for a while now...been getting nice food and sweets lately...


Travel

visited ddun recently...granparens house....taught cousin sis to ride her honda pleasure...kiddo was happy :)....bloggers from ddun ping in plz...I'm thinking of a pan India calendar of travel...

Nov marriage visit to frnz wedding in jamshedpur might be off...not sure getting leave then...plus sudden demands on cash seem to be coming up...best to keep a wait and watch attitude

Fun...

prolly meeting up wid frnz tonite for drinks at club...will have to wait till ppl wake up :P

Lifestyle change

Somehow feel very carefree in the world... :)

One rode past the cuckoo's nest

[Knocking on the door]

'The store's closed'

'Yes I know but I'm not here to really buy anything. I was just hoping to share a cup of coffee. Look I even brought the coffee '

She smiled through the closed door at the semi-stranger holding up the thermas cheerfully. It was hard to say no to a persistant guy, much less one who brought you coffee at the end of the day.

She let the stranger...well now that he has been introduced...Sahil, in. They had bumped into each other in the Metro, only figuratively though :P. She was happily sitting there on her seat next to the door and he was stuck somewhere in the middle of the coach. But from there he had noticed her, guys have a very sharp radar when it comes to such things. He wasn't very sure what about her caught his eye her straight falling hair like a black waterfall, or her eyes like a cat's full of energy and dreams, gleaming like green emerald, or her co-ordinated sense of dress.

Now if you know a girl or some common friend introduces you it becomes easy to well make an entrance. But how do you do it if you're in the middle of a metro coach in India, where lechorous men with corny lines have made it almost impossible for a normal sane guy to make his case, heightened risk being that given the skewed sex ratio its also almost certain that the girl you like is going to be...well not available. But anyways thats the second question the first was about making an intro. The step which even the handsomest, richest and smartest men can get wrong. But our protagonist (i desist from calling him hero for a certain reason) saw his opening and he blessed his luck for having roomie who was into fashion journalism.

And with his opening line repeating in his mind our novelist ( or aspiring to be one, really works as a journo with one of the dailies, does the crime beat, hates every bit of it) nudged his way to our dear lady (sweet girl, really hard working, but more about her later, right now the situation is quite tense, our chap is barely managing to break out into sweat).

Now when your are nudging your way across a crowded coach, you do cause some bit of a commotion, even if you try to be as soft as possible about it and a tiger making its way towards its prey (hey that rhymes) through high grass doesn't want to startle the prey. Luckily though our girl was on her ipod and busily sms-ing away (her boyfriend? perhaps, who knows, always presume its to her brother who she loves dearly) to notice all the commotion Mr. Sahil was causing.

So there he was standing in front of her ready with his now reheased over a hundred times the grand opening line. The problem though was how to get the lady's attention who was still on the ipod and sms (somethings can be a double edged sword). Well as god got to do his bit he did by letting a major station come, where more people got off than on. And the ensuing commotion made our lady to take of her earphones and look up. And just as the train started again and before missy could get back to her busy-ness the following things happened.

Sahil: 'A very nice adaptation from Valentino's fall line that they showed last month at Milan'

Now as dilli ki kudeeyaan are known, the reaction wasn't exactly as romantically inclined as our chap would like it.

Girl: 'and you're who' in a tone which meant bug off before the point of my shoe find how sensitive your balls are.

However, as stumped our chap was, he knew this was one of the few times he had seen someone pretty and had an opening line too. So willing to take the risk of his two most dear assets.

Sahil: 'Someone who knows what Valentino showed last month, someone who knows its a rather nice, infact nicer inspiration from the original, and someone who just can't help admit that its looking awfully nice on you'

The greatest of mountains move and even if outside this novel the scene next would've been the crying holding his crotch and making his way back in pain in this story the following happened.

Girl: Giggling, increasing in volume slowly till she reached the uncontrolable laughter stage 'ha ha ha ha'. Sahil managing a smile hoping the laughter was positive, that he was the undisputed conquerer of the first step in this bout.

'Ok i must admit it, that was a decently good opening hello, come have a seat'

Heaving a hidden sigh of relief our dear chap takes the seat next to her (readers note again god's hand here, morning rush hour seat in Metro, never seen).

Girl: 'This designer at the shop I work, Elvira's in CP, made this for me. How come you know this is from Valentino's, you're a designer or something?

Sahil: 'Ermm...no i'm a journo...my roomie is a fashion journo, so well. I'm Sahil by the way'

Girl: 'I'm Sarika, and looks like my station is coming up'

Sahil: (cursing the speed of the train before a realization dawned on him) Our station. I also get down here.

This is where the girl smiles back, understanding the guy's persistence but comes up with a disappointing line.

As they get off the train

Sarika: 'Am meeting my friends here, we share an auto to the shop'

Sahil: 'Oh ok, so do we meet again, for a coffee or something?'

Sarika: 'Hmmm, maybe lets see, I guess the conversation that started really didn't get a chance to take off and I would be real interested to see where it goes, but then again, going out with a stranger in Delhi, that would be real mad' And with a giggle she waved him bye as she turned right to meet up with her friends

And here we are, inside Elvira's a designer store, with our dear lady Sarika having saved our protagonist from a very embarassing ending to the second step by actually letting him in the shop (maybe she's a little mad, or too adventorous). Though you know with guys they can mess up even the best of situations and in the process making an ass of themselves, like spilling coffee on a very expensive dress...

For other short (not really) stories: call me smith

Sleep

He picked her up in his arms, the woman with tousled hair who had fallen asleep on the couch watching the movie with him. Her chaotic form, tousled hair half on her face half falling to the floor. She wrapped her arms around his neck in her sleep as he carried her to the bed. As he laid her on the bed she stirred like a baby with a disturbed sleep. 'Sssshhh' he petted her on the head, removing the hair that had fallen onto her face. He pulled the blanket halway up her so that she wouldnt feel cold around her legs, since she was wearing only cotton shorts. He got in next to her switched on the night lamp to read the book. she curled up around him, hugging him at the waist and a leg over his. He rubbed her back with his free hand, bent down to kiss her on the head. He like watching her fall asleep, she looked as innocent as a newborn baby, as royal as a spoilt brat and as pretty as a fairy all at the same time.

Vroom's Log 8 Oct 08

My dear friends, bloggers , acquaintances and strangers...the truth is out there...Vroom is confused and perplexed...

The facts/aspects are as follows:

a) Finances: While his school batchmates were doing a 3 year grad...Vroom was doing B.E. then Vroom worked for 2 years to well utilize his bloody degree while his frnz got done with their stuff and did their MBA...so now while Vroom has just started working his batchmates already have reserves from 3 year high paying salary...so Vroom is well just starting to build his bank balance...

This is important in two ways...one that Vroom likes to be the king of his life...so he wants to be able to kick his job any day he feels like...the monthly moolah coming in is not why the reason he wants to make him go to office daily...right now it partially is (given the student loan to be repayed also)

Also without moolah...he can't afford to fine dine and romance his swan the way he would like to...and Vroom being a Leo...doesnt like to cut corners...

Not to mention it also means a lot of potential women earn lot more than Vroom does

Vroom also likes to travel a lot

b.) Career Stream: While Vroom is an HR Consultant...he's a rookie and in the consultant industry...well 3-5 years is where you start gaining individual respectability and standing

and while Vroom is an HR consultant...thats not all he wants to be...he has so many b-plans he's written and more ideas bursting in his mind everyday and he would really like to implement a couple of them in this lifetime (early on in this lifetime)...which effectively mean that the next decade of life is going to be high on adventure...low on stability

c.) Girls around:
1. are not single...they just arent...every girl i meet is either getting married or is committed or well too healthy for a lanky person like me :P
2. Delhi seems to be full of daughters of businessmen...they are all out holidaying in singapore, shopping in dubai...their lifestyle seems way beyond i could ever manage in atleast the next two years
3. Watz with women not knowing how to cook....heck if i found it necessary in life to learn how to wash clothes, cook, keep the home clean among other interesting things like changing tyres, shooting guns, playing tennis why is it that half the women i know...don't care about what food comes on the table!!!
4. Balance: I'm many chaps in one...at office i'm the nice, formally dressed chap...at home i'm the clown of the house...humorous and well almost listening to everything folks say...including eating my greens...among pals i'm the smart ass, goofy ideas fun chap...All this takes a lot of diplomacy, tact and balance...i don't drink and go home...not that folks don't know that i drink...have told them i do...but i try doing sleepovers if there's a drinks party...i don't crack corny, horny jokes at office...not that i dont like too...but my office crowd isnt like tht...or prolly its too formal for the fun me to come out easily...This is probably the most important aspect...

So well the consensus among the readers would be...this guy seems to be harping about how in the next two years is not a good time...then why doesnt he wait till well it is a good time...

Coz...dudes...i'm young and energetic now...i have physical, mental and emotional needs now...if i could last another two years being a saint...then why the heck wonn't i live like a saint for the rest of my life...


And the confusion and perplexion continues...



To really follow the Vroom series go thru the chronological log:
Vroom's Log 24 Sept

looming between destinies

thrown between the fallows of life and death
the future looms uncertain
for all the things life taught me
i seem to have forgotten how to read the wind

the pain is lumbering from a past wound
raising its head and goading me on
to pick up the sword yet not unsheathed
and fight the battles that have been written by destiny for me

a warrior i was born
cant keep hiding always in a farmer's disguise
the blood must spout, the veins held tight
one of me must die, one of me must die

teri maa di

naee naee main kissi ko gaali naee de rahaa...main toh bas aankhon dekha haal sunaa rahaa hoon....

ek rickshaw waala....haanji...
ek car ka driver haanji
donon aapas mein lad gaee...tu tu main main ho gaee
joshi padosi kush bhi boley...hum koooch naee bolegaa

ek call centre ka driver...haanji
ek budhey uncle...haanji
ek light phoot gaee...phir takraar ho gaee
joshi padosi kush bhi boley...hum koooch naee bolegaa

ek biwi soni...haanji
ek naya dulha...haanji
ek office ki tension...phir ghar pe jhagde
joshi padosi kush bhi boley...hum koooch naee bolegaa

ek film actor...haanji
ek chotey shahar se bani model...haanji
ek to industry baidhi...phir log sochey tum sastey
joshi padosi kush bhi boley...hum koooch naee bolegaa

ek to duniya pe control naeee
phir yeh gussa jo andar rukta naee
yeh politician kameene
yeh govt ke baabu corrupt
yeh ameer baapuon ke launde
yeh gavaar driver
yeh office ki politics
yeh traffic ki sar dard
yeh contractor kaam naee kartey
yeh badhti keemat
ab koi kitni der piss ke rahega...yeh gussa kaheen to niklega
to dabaao jo dabtaa hai...maaro usko jo martaa hai...
yeh tera gussa...yeh mera gussa...
hum naee lad sakte asli problems se toh kya
kaheen ke toh hum bhi sikandar hain...
isliye....teri maa di!!!

hum bolega toh bologe ki bolta hai...
hum bolega toh bologe ki bolta hai...

joshi padosi kush bhi boley...hum koooch naee bolegaa

the bro code part1

popularized by the series 'how i met your mother' ... in existence for as long as friendship and women have been weighing heavy on the minds and hearts of men.

This post spurted on by a colleague who narrated that a friend of her's started going around wid an ex of another common frnd....what is the world coming to...

so here are the bro codes for immediate ref.


1. for those ppl who are unclear what a bro is...it your chuddy buddy...the guy(s) whom you trust. The following are the tests for knowing whether you think of your friend as a friend or a bro:
a.)A bro is more important than any new girl who comes into life
b.)You share all your worldly exploits (matters of the heart) with him
2. For an evening out...you can give your gf priority over hanging out with bro.s
3. In case you and your bro happen to fall for the same girl...only one of three options is feasible
a.) both mutually decide to hit on the girl and whoever she falls for is the lucky one
b.) both mutually decide to chuck the girl out of their lives...her bad luck
c.) one of you two decide to back out
in case you feel there is a fourth option...you two are not bro's stop kidding yourselves
4. If your bro was seeing the girl seriously or for longer than a month...you shall not hit on your bro's ex...no matter how comfy he is with the idea

If there are any queries on other aspects of bro code you can send them in here...as and when required an updated part2 of the bro code will be published