The Last Sign

4 cities....4 days

2007-08-31T12:05:00.000+05:30

Here I am ... on the road again.

Pune-Mangalore-Cochin-Mumbai-Pune .... phew!!!!

Hoping to capture some nice pics along the way.

4 stages in a man's life...

2007-08-31T11:59:00.000+05:30

.....and I'm hoping I never need the last one.

Here I am.......

2007-08-09T10:41:00.000+05:30

.....On the road again

But your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do
When youre riding sixteen hours and theres nothing much to do
And you dont feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through

Here I am - on the road again
There I am - up on the stage
Here I go - playing star again
There I go - turn the page

-Metallica...Turn the Page

The Bridges on the Thames

2007-08-09T09:52:00.000+05:30

Lovely memories came flashing back after seeing Shek's post on the Tower bridge on his photolog....so i decided to put up a few of my own that i captured last year :). I din't wanna Google the names out of the internet so decided to Google them out of my head.... Tower Bridge, Waterloo, London Bridge, South park,Millennium foot bridge......bad memory :(

Helmets Please

2007-07-25T09:34:00.000+05:30

Yesterday as i walked up the office floors (coz i am sometimes not that lazy to use the lift) i ran into a colleague sipping his cup of tea and it struck me I hadn't seen him in a while. A closer look revealed the reason why. Bruises from an accident still fresh and i had to stop and ask. Tells me he had an accident when a bus reversed into him on the way home one night. Was in the ICU for 4 odd days. SCARY!!!!. And like most he too remembers less of what happened. 11 stitches on the face, swelling to the eye and a little brain damage to contend with. Ironically his problematic neck stops him from wearing a helmet. Although i am from the 'Practice what you Preach' category i would request everyone out there to please use a helmet. I am sure we do not want any of our friends suffering similar fates. Incidentally i have this guy on my Orkut friend list who unfortunately passed away in a bike accident. It was a very moving experience when i visited his scrapbook and looked at some of the scraps his friends had left him.

This post specifically goes out to Indians and more so to Puneites coz Pune truly is a 2 wheeler city where traffic rules are seldom obeyed and 4 wheelers and beyond care less about 2 wheelers or pedestrians for that matter. On a sign off note, be careful.... live not only for ourselves but also for the people around us for when we are hurt we are numb..at times numb to the pain we cause those around us.

Water fills the South

2007-07-16T19:49:00.000+05:30

Some more travel pics en route Mangalore to Goa. Had to go to be with someone :) who was going away for a while. :(

Don't miss the first one where the train enters the tunnel. GREAT SHOT BOY:)).

Note to the guy in the canoe and self: Not a very smart idea considering the reliability of the Indian Railways

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Funny Signboards

2007-07-16T19:39:00.000+05:30

Over the weekend i came across a couple of signboards which i found pretty amusing. Here goes.....

I can only imagine what a hurry that would be..err....i mean i can't

2007-07-10T08:30:00.000+05:30

One fine McRow ;)

No offence meant

2007-07-06T08:43:00.000+05:30

This morning i remembered of this funny incident my friend narrated to me about his stint at some Australian Uni. During one of the lectures, there was this guest lecturer who was also a entrepreneur of sorts. He was demonstrating the use of some machinery and then went on to say that for an additional 500 $ Australian he would provide some piece of equipment, rather a button which was more ergonomically placed than the one on the original machinery. This would actually help the operator to a minimal extent but for a large price. So my friend, the smart mouth that he is says, "Sir i come from India, i could as well hire another man to press that button for me and it would be cheaper than your appliance". LOL. Obviously taken aback the lecturer said. "Yes, you are right" :)

Glasgow memories

2007-07-05T19:23:00.000+05:30

With the attack on Glasgow International Airport, came back memories of the time i took a flight from Glasgow Airport last year. This was on my way back from a couple of days in Glasgow, Edinburgh and the Highlands. For sure was a fun trip. Some pics of the airport...and some misc....

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Spread your wings...

2007-07-03T08:24:00.000+05:30

As it sat there like time stood still....i managed one of the best shots in a long time. Unclear due to the full zoom through the sliding glass door. Well have also reduced resolution/size for upload. As i moved closer for a better shot, "unexpectedly" flew away :(.

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Gas Trick problems? Here's help

2007-07-02T15:28:00.000+05:30

I just couldnt stop myself from posting this. Secret diseases? i wonder

Best Opening Ceremony

2007-06-27T16:12:00.000+05:30

This came across as chain mail...but i liked the creativity.

Mutton Ga-Ga and Arthurs Theme

2007-06-26T09:19:00.000+05:30

So after a long and tiresome rain dance we showered up and polished off lunch @ 6!!!!!!!!. So we broke all records for the late Sunday lunch. Was 4:30 previously. Mutton Ga-Ga is a dish you will find no place but home. Friend from Mumbai who may i add is an excellent cook dished out this yummy recipe. I still haven't figured out why the dish was called Ga-Ga. Maybe coz we all would go GaGa over it??? I remember once before when he used to be my roommate, he'd cooked up Mutton Haralal...thanks to the green gravy. May i add to that the lovely parathas he made for breakfast on Sunday.

Dinner was at Arthur's theme in Koregaon park. Continental cuisine. The weird thing about this place is the name of the dishes. Alexander the Great, Roberto, William III and the list goes on. Sadly my name wasn't on the menu :(. So if you wanted you could relish you fave person over dinner ;). We each had portions of chicken, turkey and duck. I have never had duck before and i really liked the plum sauce that came with it. I think we ended up eating Sir Grey for starters and Heidi, St.George and Fredrick for the main course. Not to forget the fine wine, beer and my regular vodka. De-tox starts Monday.

(Edit: On Monday came a friend from Goa with Bacardi Limon and 2 bottles of wine...but i stayed sober this time :) )

Rain Dance @ PGI

2007-06-26T08:27:00.000+05:30

Well the fun this weekend never seemed to stop. Well it did for me for about 3 hours coz i had to do a splash and dash at work. Saturday works fine but Sunday is no work day. But loving what i do meant i dint really mind. So my roomies call me @ 1sh and say " hey ********* , there's a rain dance happening @ PGI". :) Viva San Joao. Had been for the Rain Dance @ PGI last year but it wasn't pouring as much. But this year the rains and the sprinklers did a splendid job. And yes it was pretty cold. We for once were just high on some good music from the live band and some awesome 'sorpotel'. Then there were weirdly dressed people in coconut leaves and some fancy hats. Also the cute PYT who couldn't really dance, the not so sober guys and some girls, the waltzers to 'knocking on heavens door', some cute kids, that amazing 'jiver' uncle and not to forget this man who was having the ball of his life entertaining the crowd with his armpit dance. Also not to forget the guy who seemed super gay with his chest out-shoulders back walk wearing a belly fit DnG tee and may i add bald. But we had a common friend and got introduced and then he surprised us by telling this PYT (after hovering around her for a couple of minutes)who was with us in a squeaky voice.."Just as a compliment, you are very cute"...aaaaw :). The look on her face ...priceless. I think he did catch the three of us have a good laugh behind his back. So my friend goes "So he ain't gay eh?". Oh i love getting wet in the rain. :)

Why is the Rum always gone???

2007-06-24T15:00:00.000+05:30

With Saturday night ....came a friend from Mumbai and a bottle of R(y)um. O my blog friends in Mumbai.. hope alls well,safe and not so wet in your part of the world.

Old Monk...they now have 1 litre bottles....oh eM would be proud :). Bada hai toh batter(Rakhi Sawant estyle...sorry miss-fan Sakshi Juneja) hai. Feels like the good old times in college when Old Monk ruled. Also happens to be the first alcohol i ever downed. Sorry Bacardi but no sorry. Ain't too much of a rummy. Vodka works well for me. But for now... Rum and coke :), a little lime and a few rounds later ...need i say more. Thank you dear neighbors for being out of town coz we couldn't stop laughing over all those college tales.

Now comes trouble time. We decided to go on a call spree waking up (boring-sleeping)friends/college mates. Everyone was greeted with a boisterous -- Good Afternoon and then a few obscenities and then some more and then some sense and then a whole lot of nonsense. While the few who were awake figured the rest dint know what hit them. Called some girls and asked them to wake their roommates. One girl who wasn't too pleased @ 2am said "How mean"...lol. So my mathematically drunk friend (who may i add managed to do the splits when he was high) asked.. Arithmetic mean or Logarithmic. Geeky o wat. And then came all the newly wed's. Oh its fun being a bachelor. Funnily when we told one guy that his wifey dear is gonna kick his arse ... he goes..Oh she aint here. WTF. Too hard to compute. Then there was this one guy who is the no-girlfriend types. His phone was engaged @ 1am so he got questioned BAD. Tried to cowshit us into believing it was some ISD call. A fortunate few had their cell phones off. No we don't do this often.

And then this morning you wake to look at the distinguished call list...LOL. And may i add to a neat hall and kitchen. Coz someone who was high wasn't getting sleep and couldn't find anything batter to do. The call list stood at a healthy 25 odd. :)

And i wonder ... Why is the Rum always gone?? :(

Warning: Never do the splits when you are drunk unless you are good at it.. else you yell and bend in sounds and directions that I'd term...HILARIOUS (to be fair my friend did a prefect split.. forgot to check on him this morning.. think he slept like that last night ;) )

Good food and WTF!!!

2007-06-24T14:11:00.000+05:30

Its been a nice few days and last night was utter chaos. But on Thursday and Friday i enjoyed some good food at some fine restaurants. Silk Route first for some fine Thai cuisine over some ever so fine Smirnoff. As usual i never remember the dishes except for the spicy Thai red curry...yummm. Saturday was time out with the roomies at Soul. Fine food and beer over good live Jazz music and a relaxed candlelit ambiance. Some PYT's too. But being on the first table (coz it was the last table available) meant a few beers later it was even more difficult to get my high point audible enough. Oh yes and then there was the mystery of the lost cell phone. Shrek was gonna lite up my Sat morning alongwith a friend who was back from Europe, but then came the WTF moment. Adlabs encountered some technical snag... like a bird flew into the one of their turbines...so 30 minutes into ..NO SHOW. WTF WTF. All i was left watching was some fairytale characters gifting Fiona some baby sitting presents. So they refunded my money. (so i take one WTF back)WTF. And then there was this lady yelling in the refund Q coz there weren't 3 Q's but 2. Considering there were no more then 5 people in each Q and each person took no more than 20 secs..WTF.

Tag time

2007-06-20T21:38:00.000+05:30

So my blog pal(pardonne moi if wrong) Chrisann tagged me to write weird things and facts about me. The list could have gone on and on but i shall keep it to these few

Facts about me

1. I have a kinda rare name(for an Indian) which i really like (and its not Greek)

2. I believe in staying happy and do a pretty good job at it

3. Am extremely patient with people but not with my investments

4. I draw knowledge from images more than from lettering .. so i seldom read in spite of being educated

5. I love people...if you meet me and we don't connect.. there's something wrong with you. I also think i read faces well.

6. I love thrill but at the same time my life but at the same time i am careless abt my health

7. I am very observant and curious... so i ask a lot of why's

8. I have a thing for women with short hair and i am hair obsessed

9. I have (partial)Dyschromatopsia... so you can never see what i really see ..Yay!!!(this makes me an optimist)

10. I love to travel and i love food but I hate curds or lassi. My food likes can sometimes purely be based on smell.

11. If you tickle me ...i could die laughing

Weird things about me

1. I have a good/weird sense of humor (if in a movie hall you hear someone laugh a lot (even at jokes most people don't get) it could be me)

2. Have walked on the terrace edge 4 storeys high (oh no i wasn't counting rose petals)

3. I only snore when i am drunk (next time i need to record this)

4. The only song i can play on the Guitar is Country Roads

5. I tend to have a short memory .. so i don't dwell much in the past..and so am scared to lie

6. I can talk quite fast (and a lot) and still be understood

7. I can kiss my toe but i cant sit cross legged

8. I love arguments and i can be quite the convincer (and quite the actor)

9. The most common dream i remember is of me falling and usually wake trying to brace for impact.

10. I like weird things

11. I blog as The Last Sign????

Well i tag no one for now .. altho i have a few in mind. But i shall wait

Mangalore to Pune

2007-06-20T19:11:00.000+05:30

I took 4 days off from the usual that i so love... for reasons best known to me and went on a holiday which i so enjoyed .... Thanks for a lovely time ..altho i know you wouldn't be reading this. On my way back i endured a long, very long train journey (19 hours)on the ever so reliable Indian Railways. Reliable why?... coz i arrived only 30 minutes late ...i consider that good. I din't manage to 'jugad' an AC ticket nor manage an upgrade and i really had to make this trip..so i had to do with the Sleeper. Considering the weather and the time of the year this was a good and bad choice. Bad coz of the ever-so-water-tight train compartment and good coz the scenery and the breeze one enjoys is simply breathtaking.. O India you never stop to amaze me. From the sights so green to the scattered white to non-stop showers to flooded paddy fields to forests,mountains,waterfalls and lakes...the scene never stops...so here go some of the pics i managed to capture when the rains let me.

Find more pics here

New CD on the Shelf

2007-06-20T16:47:00.000+05:30

So when the super-delayed birthday gift finally came across(personally picked up) after a one month long India tour from origin to destination and back to origin...along with came this lovely CD. So with EMS Speed Post i have learnt that they are incompetent to lose a parcel even after one month but i must say they help letting you know it ain't lost. As for my sender .... she learnt never to use Speed Post again.(and to put my phone number on the parcel and my office address may i add) :)

And the CD ......mmmmmm I am loving it :) ... thanks

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Nice Song Awesome Video

2007-06-15T13:35:00.000+05:30

I always loved Torn by Natalie Imbruglia(bingo!!)...and if you don't know her its time you got introduced. Although some of her emotions and movements make me wonder if she's suffering from a severe bout of constipation, she simply rocks and she's cute. But this video and the guy in it livens the song even more.

Actions of note in the video
Man
He came around
Feel

I won't say more. Enjoy

Heaven is a place on earth

2007-06-14T15:02:00.001+05:30

This post proves it. ;)

A historian decided to write a book about famous chapels,churches and cathedrals around the World. So he bought a plane ticket and took a trip to Rome. On his first day he was inside the St. Peters Basilica taking photographs when he noticed a golden telephone mounted on the wall with a sign that read "100 Gold pieces per call".The historian, being intrigued, asked a priest who was strolling by what the telephone was used for. The priest replied that it was a direct line to heaven and that for 100 Gold pieces you could talk to God. The historian thanked the priest and went along his way.

Next stop was in France. There, at a very large cathedral, he saw the same golden telephone with the same sign under it. He wondered if this was the same kind of telephone he saw in Rome and he asked a nearby nun what its purpose was. She told him that it was a direct line to heaven and that for 100 gold pieces He could talk to God. "O.K., thank you," said the amazed historian.

He then traveled to Germany, Austria,Switzerland, Russia,and The Americas. In every church he saw the same golden telephone with the same "100 gold pieces per call" sign under it. The historian, upon leaving Vermont decided to travel to up to India to see if Indians had the same phone. He arrived in Goa, and again, in the first church he entered, there was the same golden telephone, but this time the sign under it read "One Rupee per call."

The historian was so surprised so he searched for the rector to ask about the sign. "Father, I've traveled all over World and I've seen this same golden Telephone in many churches. I'm told that it is a direct line to Heaven but in the US the price was a 100 Gold pieces per call. Why is it so cheap here?"

The priest smiled and answered, "You're in Goa now, Son - it's a Local Call".
Goa truly is a heaven on Earth.

Why TOI Why??

2007-06-14T14:05:00.000+05:30

Post Rating: (A) - Above aver-age only

Like a million (make that billion) other men waltzing this planet ... i am just another who drools over Maria Sharapova(absof***inlutely no need to hyperlink). She is a goddess ... a goddess i say. But as i ran thro the sports pages in the TOI today @ office i wasn't too pleased to be pseudo-mooned by Maria.I get Sharapova but Share-a-butt ...NOT. So dear reader, pucker up...NOT.

Pic (un)Courtesy: TOI

PS: In spite of TOI's worst efforts.. I still adore this woman

Designer Fuss

2007-06-14T11:15:00.000+05:30

I do dress smart but for sure am not known to wear designers maybe coz some of them are gay and the rest who aren't, are expensive(for their clothes). But that doesn't mean i have none. I have a couple of items ..one a shirt from Christian Dior which was gifted :) and second a purchased jute-ish kurta from a low key in-expensive but smart designer from Goa (no not Wendell..remember i said smart) which i happen to be wearing today. And yes it does help to get noticed, like when my male colleague (depressingly) said "Hey, smart kurta you wearing". :)

I think that fashion designers are not only a source of good clothes but they are also a good source of entertainment. While i haven't really run into any but Wendell Rodricks (reeespect..coz he put Goa on the fashion map) idling away in the streets of Panjim with a fashionable (read as weird) bag and maybe Savio Jon, i would really like to see Wendell and Rohit Bal and Karan Johar (Jo-her hai.. although * ain't a FD) be interviewed by Bruno. Though i know that we Indians are way way smarter than most couture-weaving brain-missing designers from the far west, i would like to see Bruno take a dig at them. Why smarter...maybe coz the word designer has a 'desi' touch afterall. So all you westerners take a hike. :P

And below is a clip of Bruno doing what he does best.
Courtesy:You Tube

My insanity

2007-06-14T00:00:00.000+05:30

My mysterious blog pal (if i may use that word) from Walking Contradictions put forth a teenie weenie challenge here. So there were some of my entries which i found really funny. Sorry CA for using them but here they go.

The Challenge:

Complete the following...
Jack & Jill went up the hill...
Jack and Jill Went up the hill to fetch a pail of what
i don't know what they did up there
they came down with a daughter...
Jack and Jill Went up the hill
to have some hanky panky.
Silly Jill forgot her pill
And now there's little Franky
ADD YOURS....

Some of my so called genius...

Jack and Jill Went up the hill
to fetch a pail of what
i don't know what they did up there
they came down with Harry Potter...Magic!! :)

Jack and Jill Went up the hill
to fetch a pail of water
Jack jacked up while Jill came down
Only for Jack to cum and flood the town

Jack and Jill Went up the hill
and couldn't come down

Jack and Jill went up the hill
to have a quiiiiick number
Lifted Jill's skirt only to realise its Bill
What else.. wrong number

Jack and Jill Went up the hill
to fetch a pail of rum
He bonked Jill who had the pill
But then he wouldn't cum(depressing)

Jack and Jill Went up the hill
to fetch a pail of water
Jack got started but then he farted..
what else .... its difficult to do it when u cant breathe right

Jack saw Bill and went up the hill
to lend a helping hand
Began to feel and then to flee
Coz Bill asked him to bend

Jack and Jill went up the hill
to get a little naughty
He moved her panty and upped the ante
But came soon and Jill got senti (now i am suffering from lack of creativity)

Jack and Jill went up the hill
And Jill got a little naughty
Jack refused and Jill started to whine
But then came along "The Last Sign" :)

Current affairs
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water
There Jack met Bush and made a swooosh
Coming down with his watch thereafter

Jack and Jill went up the hill
to fetch a pail of whatever
Jill felt weird coz she felt a beard
rubbing on.... her shoulder (edit: and Jack stood up soon after)

Jill and Borat went up the hill .... then they had a SexyTime

Expectations

2007-06-12T19:07:00.000+05:30

The last time i typed this post, it accidentally got erased from the editor @ blogger and the new autosave feature screwed me. So here goes the retake:)

I always wondered what really changes between opposities when they decide to take things to a new level. There sure are the giggles, blushes and the late nighters.. often experienced during the first few months or weeks and in worse circumstances a few days :(. There is also the "How do i tell them" part and parcel. Some people can't hold back to spread the love while others "give it time". But one day the dust settles and from my experieces a relationship's worst enemy 'expectation' sets in. Coz in my case i usually dont doubt (keyword->usually), am surely not jealous and my (more)happy go (less)lucky attitude means i keep things simple. But i too think that at times i expect a little more than i should. With expectation also comes a pattern. You expect your partner to do certain things (during the wooing phase this was immaterial), behave in a particular manner, give more time ... and again the list will go on. Sometimes we need to accommodate for deviations from normal. I know many think its fair to expect from the one person who means "so much". I agree too and that's where the problem perhaps lies. Whether its expecting a call, or a card, or a shoulder, an ear, a hug or maybe even a ring (not the hello hello type) we need to sometimes learn to accommodate. For eg. in genuine cases -- if you ever figure them out. But who wants to accommodate? we all want to be the same, stay the same. In most cases this doesn't work. The question you need to answer is how much are you forced to accommodate. If little then you aren't changing yourself much but if its a lot then maybe you are in the wrong place and with the wrong person. But then comes denial. We quite simply.. coz we are human... do not want to accept that we should move on or what we're doing is wrong. And with that usually comes misery. About that i shall not speak.

What i will speak is about learning to be content without ever feeling you have compromised. Learn to accept and cherish what you have even if its for a moment, a reason or better still for a lifetime. Well i guess i am asking for too much eh? But not really.. coz practise makes one perfect. Relationships aren't that bad after all.. am living a beautiful one right now. Its okay if some fail as long as there is that single one that works(fingers crossed).

I don't think that there ever is something called perfect match ... so its how we can match to make it (almost)perfect that counts. Simply put... Keep it real!!!

A different view

2007-06-11T10:37:00.000+05:30

Goa, a land known for its sun and sand is also abundant with varieties of Flora. Since most pics of Goa would include beaches, churches or temples, I thought for a change I'd put up some pics of the greenery that accompanies the monsoons in Goa.

F$#@$#&*

2007-06-07T21:01:00.000+05:30

I typed a whole long post and it all disappeared ..... and that too on relationships...hmmm i wonder why :(

Pic of the Day!!!

2007-06-07T20:15:00.000+05:30

My hard drive is usually a source of interesting information be it pictures, emails or video. This pic is one from the collection.

From L-R: Why is it so distant?, May i?, My o My, Uff..How much more should i zoom?, I can't see it and Really!!

Well for sure someone out there can better this...

Women: No offense meant

Img Src: Not sure where this came from but if you happen to be the owner of this pic ..my apologies

Meeting Monkeys

2007-06-06T19:58:00.000+05:30

Well i just got back from a long long meeting where there were more people than required(not surprisingly). So while my attention wandered i decided to make a list of the kind of people/people types one comes across in a meeting as large as this(100 odd people)

1. The Questionnaire -> This is the guy we all hate. Always nagging...never ending questions just when the meeting duration has gotten to ones nerves. Usually the questions are such that they warrant long answers or it has so many 'ands/alsos' that by the time its the end of his sentence one has forgotten the beginning.

2. The Disinterested/Lost type-> His one and only question to himself is 'Why?' and the ever so popular 'Whatever' and when he's out of these words his mobile comes to his rescue. He usually is the best target for the next question.

3. The Clique ->This is a meeting in a meeting. Usually express aloofness in a manner known to everyone in the room either by means of movement or constant chat and giggle.

4. The Yawn -> Need I say more

5. The Couple kinds -> Usually seated towards the back, cupids dart has incapacitated their ability to differentiate between a meeting request and a mating one.

6. Johnie Walker -> Usually found in large meetings, takes advantage of the fact no one gives a rats ass about his presence. Has mastered the art of avoiding any eye contact with people around as he leaves

7. The Miner type-> Either indulging in scalp care or gold digging and ocassionally indulging in 'Ek Chota Sa Adjustment' (trust me i have seen this one too)

8. Mr. Imagination (or should I say best from waste) -> Well that would be me. One who comes up with a lame idea and puts it into words

I am sure there are many more to add (am bored typing actually) so dear reader (if any) please add to this already long boring list

O when the rains, keep marching in....

2007-06-05T19:36:00.000+05:30

O when the rains, keep marching in
O when the rains keep marching in
I wanna bathe in those showers
hmm hmm hmm hmmmm hmmmmmm hmmmmm hmmming in

As i watched the skies grey over the weekend in my city..

2007-06-05T18:48:00.000+05:30

Ok so i got asked by my lady friend to go out shopping for some gizmo. But i really wasnt in the mood for weekend chores so i made some super lame excuse about having some work(blogging). So she asks this other friend of mine - a guy - if he would come along who tells her that he was to meet up with moi tonight which einstein here totally forgot. End result.....Threesome!!!!

Single and Frustrated!!!!

2007-06-05T15:31:00.000+05:30

A nice email that came across

I was on cloud nine when I finished my college that no silly creature on earth will dare to throw that piece of question on my face. But life takes a different turn. "So! When is your marriage?" has become more obnoxious. The moment I turned 27, my parents, relatives and friends wanted to nail me down in the wedlock. I'm trying hard to get accustomed to the scene – "What? You aren't married yet?" followed by that nasty look as if I were a Ganguly's fan.

Before I could wink there were a dozen photographs on my table, but my dad wanted to think big and enrolled my name in a matrimonial site that performs the job of uniting lost souls across the universe, which were never meant to be together. Well, I would say, browsing thru the matrimonial profiles is real fun and in fact has become one of my favorite hobbies. It is interesting to read the 'detail design specifications' laid down by our fellow people, towards the perfect spouse.

My orthodox parents were pretty keen on the fact that I marry a girl from the same caste and she be younger to me. I was totally against this stand, simply because it limits my scope to choose from a wider variety of prospective brides. Alas! My opinion was dumped with the garbage. Sadly as a part of the destiny's 'law of universal reality' the good looking girls are always elder than you, the average looking one's will sure belong to a different caste/religion than yours and the remaining few will reject you outright.

As an ardent Mohanlal fan, I researched on a few interesting facts. There are 62.4 million people in Kerala, 31 million are females, and 15.2 million out of them are unmarried. 95% of girls in the matrimonial sites are looking for an extremely handsome groom, 80.4% feel he should be a good friend, 72.6% are looking for guys without any objectionable habits, 60% are looking for guys from a wealthy family. Same statistics holds good for guys with a tolerance level of + or – 1 %.

I happened to see a profile of a girl elucidating her specifications as follows "Hi, I'm XYZ. If you don't have the looks of Brad Pitt, please don't bother to drop me a mail… C ya Bye" Our boys are no meager dreamers, here goes one, this guy ought to be a programmer – "Hi!!! I'm looking like Abhishek… Are you my Ash…if YES Please mail me..ELSE all the best for your search" I asked to myself, why don't these people understand that after all, beauty lies in the eyes of the 'beer' holder. I started feeling insecure, what happens to the 'not so good looking' people on earth.

Here is my uncle, whom I've not seen for quite some time, rolling towards me with a broad smile and a 40 pound carefully carved pot belly. I was getting prepared for that dirty question. We exchanged pleasantries, and there was a pause while my BP was shooting like a mercury thermometer on a red hot fry pan expecting the inevitable question. Finally he blurted out - "So, how is life?" I was relaxed. "Hmmmm! Single and frustrated" said I. There went a boisterous laugh.

Feeling Right

2007-06-05T15:19:00.000+05:30

I remember the very first time we met

Amidst music the evening was set

A dinner that followed and magical smile

You had me thinking for a long while

Those eyes you made when i tried to speak

They had me caught up one whole long week

Only words but sadly no numbers exchanged

And i wondered if we'd ever meet again

A month later a number dropped in my lap

Wondered if you'd remember me after that gap

Picked up my phone and sent a text

And till the reply i wasn't at rest

From there we started to a friendship create

And was told that i dunno how women operate :)

As we started to talk and our thoughts mingle

I said to myself " i hope she's single"

So quickly we got along so well

Where this was heading only time would tell

Then one night just out of the blue

You spoke you heart and i wondered if it was true

To wish for something and see it realise

For you my feelings i couldn't just hide

So nervous was i the next time we met

My heart skipped a beat and my hands began to sweat

You calmed me down like before a storm

That hug and kiss made me feel so warm

Knew i wasn't dreaming nor was my head light

Coz as i held your hand and knew this was right

2007-06-04T21:18:00.000+05:30

A college student needed a small two-hour course to fill his schedule and the only one available was wildlife Zoology. After one week, a test was held.The professor passed out a sheet of paper divided into four squares.In each square was a carefully drawn picture of a bird's legs. No bodies, no feet, just legs. The test asked each student to identify the birds from their legs.The student sat and stared at the test getting angrier every minute. Finally he stomped up to the front of the classroom and threw the test on the teacher's desk. "This is the worst test I have ever given." The teacher looked up and said: "Young man, you have flunked the test. What's your name?" The student pulled up his pant showing his legs and said: "You tell me !!! "

2007-06-04T20:34:00.000+05:30

I heard this from a friend ..

Half of my problems are solved by crying (or was it cribbing)

And the other half are solved by alcohol (OH yes, its a solvent afterall)

And a funny one thanks to 'walking contradictions'

Mary had a little lamb the doctor was surprised

But when old mac donald had a farm the doctor nearly died

So Let's Go got bruised :(

2007-06-01T08:25:00.000+05:30

Well :( .. not really. I think there is something wrong here. My new ..well may i add 2 month new car got dented, scratched, bumped whatever you call it. The left side ain't that good to look at. Thankfully it wasn't the drivers side. Since i don't usually get into the passenger seat i haven't got it done up yet :). So the weird part is ... i dint feel it. Maybe coz i wasn't culprit which should actually make matters worse. But i was more like "Ok. No problem. It happens". Oh when will i ever learn to love my possessions let alone get obsessed by them. But i still love you my black beauty. But i also finally got my car back from Goa. Came driving up to Pune with my roomie and his girl and another friend from Mumbai. Well it seems like the Goa - Amboli - Nipani - Pune route is the best one to take. I did the first and may i add fun and curvy 150 kms and let the Clyde and Pari do the loooooong monotonous but fast highway. Sadly the monsoon wasn't in yet so the drive through Amboli wasnt as scenic and breathtaking as it can be. Believe me you, during the monsoons.. sheer paradise.

The Last Sign

2007-05-31T17:52:00.000+05:30

Well i am still trying to figure out if this is the end or the start of a new beginning... well not really. They say.. whats in the name? Very true but in this case the answer would be 'misleading'. No don't get me wrong. Every bit of whats sprayed in the profile section is very much true.

So what could the last sign be? Sounds more like Doom's day or could it, like i said earlier, herald a new dawn? While thelastsign and the latter would make one healthy oxymoron for sure the former i rubbish. Perennially swimming upstream, a dreamer, one with a wild -and i said wild- imagination which doesn't necessarily materialize, a sharp tongue that surely doesn't cut (o it does), a heart that surely doesn't hate, randomness in what i write, happiness in what i have, a charmer (people tell me, i don't think so), a traveller, a learner, now a blogger hopeful, very observant.. ok enough.

This blog is to my feelings express

More of fun and less of distress

Of life and love and good times and fun

Years spent in the land of sand and sun

Of travel and readings that come my way

Of people that stay and go away

Politics,sport,movies and all

Of a bitchy life and having a ball (or two)

Well i need to stop and its about time

I should have figured a poem from a rhyme

Am sure by now you can my identity define

From a few things that form 'the last sign'