yawn

its been long since i saw my blog...forget posting stuff in it...and this time on its november and i wonder; the way the year passed by, in about a month or so we are gonna have the new year knocking...and the usual stuff that it brings along...i checked out a friends blog and the way it goes...i wonder...she doesnt talk all that stuff...rather she writes so much and gooood stuff to start with...well thanks to her i visited my blog...it happens everytime, well mostly with boys...its called circumstantial momentary activation of a deep rooted passion...the other day i watched quantum of solace and while it ended...well it follows with a visit to the loo and you can see all the guys looking for an extra minute or so into the mirror...forget the gals...flashes of daniel craig's six pack flash across...in a very non gay manner...and well you will see at least 50% of men gymmin the next day and thats it...the second day of gym arrives with the next release...but the broader picture is this...the bond factor didnt last...something that happens even now after bruce lee's fist of fury...guys after watcjin it try to look at people with their peripheral vision, keep themselves extra alert as if someone is going to attack them and practice some moves at the loo...i wonder if gals do stuff like this...but then it lasts for a day or two and then creeps in when a repeat plays on star movies or even in hindi on some channel... was watchin the trailer of 'yes man' a jim carrey movie and got inspired in a jiffy about havin a positive attitude towards life and goin fo it...yea it feels so good but then it doesnt last...lets see...i wonder what will inspire me to post something worth readin (even for me) the next time i do somethin...till then...

wish there was a star as small as an apple, i could keep it in the fridge all night long and take it out the next day, have a bite and place it back inside. I would keep the door closed but it would be bright inside. The leftovers inside wouldnt feel scared of the darkness..

when was the last time you thought of packing up your bags and going for a vacation...these would be the typical opneing lines of a journo for a sunday travel feature. well f*&^ that and check this out. i want a holiday and it has to be a one man escapade. note to self...go alone and not with your twin who sits in front of the monitor in the second floor of an air conditioned office stepping out to smoke or park the bike and flashed plastic smiles even at the pen holder on the table. this whole funda is not working out. plannin to run away for a vacation and not the ones with guided tours where they tell you how to use the toilet paper. so that's it...

marriage is...

well this time its gonna be short...it was just a passing thought and its been some time wherein i have shared this with a few friends of mine...all those wedding snaps, feast, traditions, rejoicing, celebration, jewelry and silks all that goes on a list...relates to marriages. i am here not offend anyone or any method or tradition etc...but my definition is simply put...

"Marriage is a cultural condom" and thats gonna be 300% my quote all said and sone...original.
cmon guys think of it...it is a cultural condom to announce to the whole world that this man and this woman...(the bride and the groom of course) have been hand picked, packed and displayed for each other only. intruders prohibited. we announce to the whole world that this couple is gonna make out and nobody dare point ur nose or even anything else...

marriages are beautiful too and there are so many things to talk about it i bet Karan johar and Sooraj Barjatya even Jennifer Lopez would know. coz i read that some teen in delhi wants to be a wedding planner coz she liked lopez in the film...well thats a different story. but as of now this is period people... ciao

Its all about space

after a lot of thought, say about 15 minutes i figured out while talking to two friends of mine, the craving for space a man has. well we were talking history and how alexander got it all right in his 20s, well the whole world was like his backyard, taking a stroll, conquer, turned his head...conquer...sneezed...conquer..but then i am not here to tell you that Alex the great had sinus. the point is thta in the BC, it was a fetish to own space...lots of space, beyond oceans, beyond continents, armies, legions, the taste of power to own lots of space.

post this era, i guess, (am not tracking a timeline here) were the British who had this attitude of taking over the world and almost succeeded, with colonies all over the globe...the queen got her space...lots with the Imperial crown shining bright, cricket being played...the hunt for majestic animals, palatial structures glorifying the raj...it was space again...

jumping from this would be WWI and WWII where almost every nation started kicking asses of those next to it, alliances were cool...weapons got bigger...and all this was for space, by now that was growing lesser, more competitors, more grabs, lesser space.

OK, now lets make it simpler. this funda now applies to even you and me. i guess my generation is still very possesive about the space factor and the basics start from the Room and the loo. i mean we feel like Alex the great, standing or lying naked in our rooms, or singing and dancing in our loo. Its good to be king...at least we are continuing with the legacy of having some physical, geo space under our rule.

my jump now is to the gen next, the schoolers now...their space is the internet, i dont know how attached they are to their rooms as compared to the MB amount of space online or the ID they have in the community sites, blog spaces, chat rooms, networks... i mean a silicon gizmo is the space owned...invasion of space would be invading the profile online, hacking and phishing...

what a change i say...When Alexander thought of the silk route as a link to the enormous space he had owned all over the world, here we are fighting for 2GB (or more) of space in this world. Whats the size of earth in GBs then?? whatever, i just smile when the typical line is said..."no probs...take your space...i will not get into it...or its my space...let me be..." weird weird ways of life!!!

the weird language that we use

i am a guy who is well comfortable with my mother tongue and well other languages as well. but i am bad in using language to express my deepest thoughts in the smallest of sentences. and thats what sms is all about.
i dont say that i hate it or its good for nothing but ive seen a lot of problems that have cropped up due to this service. and one of them is misinterpretation.
imagine the line "what the hell?" and there are so many ways you can speak it out. it can have sarcasm, anger, fun, casual and so much more. and if i reply with such a line what would the person on the other end feel? i meant what i had in my mind but what about the way of presenting it, body language, expression, tone, eye contact...how would i ever come to know in what mood the person has typed the line.

well this may sound weird, but if its something serious or even a light situation on the verge of turning serious, dont sms, jus call up and talk or meet up and talk b4 things go out of control, jus because of some silly letters on your keypad

Hail these five letters

one of the most amazing things in life is memories, good old days of the past. and i m talking of those that are gud, not those filmy versions, wherein i witnessed the brutal attack on my family by a pipe smoking villain and his goons.
im talking of the school days when i used to wear chaddis and black shoes with white socks, school belt, bags, white dress on wednesday and everything nice with it. i can remember the guys and girls i studied with and the little faces all over the class room.
and then i grew up and we all did...2006...i still recollect memories of those days...and it all got a new meaning...the past, present and the future are no three different phases . they are stuck together for good.
the past blended into my present...thanks to the five letters on the web. all those little faces talked of are now grown...into babes and hunks...these five letters gave me a whole new perspective...you can always end up on the road you once took...hail these five letters which made it possible...O R K U T....

and i think it needs no furher explaination...those who dont just go to G O O G L E and type O R K U T, as a word though without space and find out. the pandora's box i would say... i just blogged this coz i was in a mood to do so...i got in touch with my past...though i regret those who are not much bothered about it and wanna run to grab the future...take a break...start scrappin on orkut...for me its just a time machine