blended day...

i have been off bloggong for quiet sometime now. i need not apologise to any frikkin looser here for the same. i am sure you weren't missing me.
i have had a weird day.

first of all i never wanted to get up in the morning. the slight october chill prevents me from doing it. my blanket is a bliss at that time. and to top it all, my workplace sucks. we were shifting to the new office @ sector - 59 today. all the more reason to sleep another 15 minutes. now i drive 45 kms one way. i have started drifting away from my two top notch passions in life... my car and driving the same. each day when i start off to work, it feels that i am off to my bi-annual visit to motherland punjab. the only difference is that i do not carry coke and gum with me.

finally when i reached my new office today, i realised that there aint no parking space. sucks!!!
anyways, i did manage somehow.

i walked into my new workplace, just to be astonished beyond imagination. it was fantabulous. inexpecible. a wonder sight.
my materialism talks when i say that i have starder enjoying my work only today. i'd prefer a tattered levi's anyday to a custom-made pair of neat linen trousers.

all in all, i had a superb day at work. reading about AJAX (it's a rocking technology), checking out the new building, coffee machines, printers, fones and the ladies.
i have spotted 4-5 beautiful women who would now keep me engaged for the next few days.
i know i suck...

i started off for home at almost 8 pm. in fact i was supposed to reach a punjabi restaurant called "the Dhaba". my folks wanted to treat a few of their friends.
so why the fuck was i needed there??? ask them...
sucks BIG time!!!

the food was nice. the service was horrendous. the captain was out of his senses. son of a biatch!
i decided not to tip him... i do that pretty often. ill service no tip. but mind you, i have tipped the waiters green and yellow at the roadside dhabas. all you gotta do is talk sweet and get good food on time. i hate smart asses... like the bastard today.
now it was time to take the tab. like a good boy i call for it. total... 3401/=
i gave myself a develish smile. i thought that now i wouldn't even have to play around with the change. so NO tip today.

i pulled out 6 gandhis and 4 smaller greens. 3400/= and closed the book.

i knew what was exactly going to happen next. the dude comes over and tells me that the tab is Re. 1/= short...............

WHAT THE FUCK????

he was a dead man serving. i swear i could have killed him with my bare hands. i felt like strangling him to death right there and then. he pissed me off only when he flashed the bill in front of my guests.
i feel like going back and killing him now....
the manager was called. my pitch is always to know who the owner is... it makes a lot of difference. i called for the captain and asked his name. he knew what was coming his way. i walked out and saw the 2 managers at the reception. blew the shit out of them. tore one take away menu at his face. i knew that he was helpless.

i do not know if the captain guy would loose his job or not, but i sincerely don't care this time.

and then the icing on the cake. my dad's friend tells me that quitting bombay was a wrong decision on my part.
what the fuck (again) is you problem you looser???? see the number of boys your daughter is humping each week. mind your own fukkin business. it's easier saidthan done uncle. please get out of my life and get one of your own.

so the jist is that the last 3 hours nullified for all the joy that i've had today. God knows His balancing act pretty well.

i hate these fukkin uncles and their bitchy wives. screw yourself for all that i care.

leave me alone.

and i was as correct as ever... it's a baby girlie !!!

cha-cha in the making...

it is soon going to be a BIG day for me. i am just on the verge of become an Uncle (cha-cha).
sounds cute. soon enough i am going to carry a baby in my arms. tiny fingers and tiny feet. eternal bliss.

the coolest feeling would be to know the little kid waiting anxiously for me. to fetch HER dolls.

her???

well, that's my prophecy. i am sure about it. there's no second thought. i can say that i dremt about it.
a baby girl.
an angel in arms. coming our way.

i can picture my brother rushing up and down the maternity ward anxiously. he cannot bear pain as it is.
i wish God to give my sis-in-law the strength to bring another life into this world. life worth treasures.
i wish to keep this post intact and show it to my neice the day she doesn't understand how cool i actually am.

my mother would be flying in another few hours to be by their side. dad flies tomorrow. what about me???
i want to go now. i had promised them. i need to ask for leave. bullcrap!!! i'll take it anyways.

i am not dying anymore. :-))

obituaries to self...

feels like my life has come to an end...
first of all i'd like to thank God for giving me all that i have. then my folks for getting me into this BIG bad world. being by my side after each time i screwed up. bro and raman for trying to get my out of shit all the times. chandan for being a good buddy. my skool for making me a gentleman. my college for making me an engineer. my hostel for the devil that resides within.
all the lovely women, for all the lovely times.

guys, friends and countrfolk... it's time for the rockstar to R.I.P.
i can see them waiting for me to get done with my final post. they were navy blue gowns. like the reapers their eyes can see me. eyes that talk. ask me to come along myself. ask me not to resist.

it was just yesterday that i was having a good time @ the stellar gymkhaana greater noida. we had a team building training. we had to be in the sun regularly alternating it with chilled meeting rooms.
i had shitty food. the water tasted like never before. yukkkk

and when i was on my way back home, i had given up. saoring fever took me by it's stride. my stomach ached like hell in just one arbid corner. got back home to crash in no time after popping a crocin/paracetamol. after years, i slept right next to my mom. i was dying after-all.

got up early morning to rush to the loo. was that the natures call, i asked myself???
but then then mother nature has to have some decency in calling us folks... it felt like the nature calling for a tsunami once again. i was done and dead in not more than 2 minutes. still i sat on my ceramic throne, unable to get up. tried reading yesterdays newspaper. gave up mid-way.
carried myself back to my bed. just to get up again and check out the lovely tiles of my loo.
my rectum seems to have developed a direct connection to my mouth.

my dad suspects, DENGUE!!!
what the fuck???
no. not me.
in fact if i was down with dengue it might as well be cool. everybody's gonna be so concerned. the lovely ladies especially. my fone would just not stop ringing. my old office buddies might broadcast en email to all the employees, requesting B+ blood donors (for the extra cool, sexy and hot ex-employee who was fighting death @ some cool hospital).
ginni puri/shailaja girdhar might wake up then. they would surely want to know if i was still hanging on.

i don't want to die...
my stomach aches while i punch my keyboard. father, nature is all set to dehyderate me.
i want to listen to my favourite music.
still i hear a string of bubbles pop in my tummy.

my kingdom awaits me folks.

i would like to go.

just couldn't resist my second post of the day...

laid my hands on some old pics. they make a good post all thogether.





this one was taken after the fifa world cup 2006 final. italy had emerged as rockstars. zidane had to go down badly in the last game of his career.
but the most important was my birthday treat. coincidently my birthday falls on the same date every year but the treat was delayed this year by a week. it was happening @ the superstars noida. one of the places that had the license to serve booze till the game end. we were almost 40 people out of which 15 were on my tab. it was a game par excellence. i could write an epic on it.
on your right is the speed-o-meter of my car @ 3:30am after the game.
temperature: looks fine. it was a cool night.
speed: 50km/hr. totally under control.
fuel: almost empty.






after the trip to chandigarh...
we took just one break to pee. vishal had guzzled a couple of coronas by then. this was pretty close to my house, next to an mcd bin. looks like an independent candidate being washed off his sins.
this is my best ex-office buddy. as he very rightly says...

"hazaaron khwaishein aisi, ke har khwaish pe dumm nikle...
badeE nilke mere armaan,lekin fir bhi kam nikle.
nikalna khuld se aadam ka sunte aaye the hum lekin,
badeE be-aabru ho kar tereE, koocheE se hum nilke"

mom says that i should have green veggies for good health...

i crave for every single leaf maa....

i could not agree more, sire

the eternal bliss!!!

i am refreshed.... for a change i am @ work and not feeling sleepy. i feel like a packed Duracell. charged to the brim.
i have reasons for it. yesterday morning i decided to reach my workplace on time. i really wanted to avoid the traffic and was also craving for something new... so out i came with a rocking idea to pull my bike off it's stand.
after wiping the thick layer of dust that had accumulated under the cover, it tried to kick start it. the fuel didn't start burning till i pulled the choke.
so off i was vroooooming @ 80-100 kms per hour. the best part is that it takes me not more than 40-45 minutes to touch noida which is a good 35 kms run. as soon as i reached work i realized that i was feeling a bit dirty here and there. especially my eyes get really cranky with the persistent trachoma that i suffer from. so i had to wash up a bit before hitting my keyboard.

work was not much fun. another boring day where i keep moving all around noida when i should be found seated and reading the design documents handed to me. i decided to get up @ 6:15pm to start my voyage back home via gk-1.
i gave up the intermediate halt without a second thought keeping in mind my physical condition. i had started feeling very tired and my shoulders were soon going to give up. would this have been my old organization i would have abandoned my bike in the parking lot and taken a cab back home. but that was not the case. so i took off via the toll road. i was almost dead when i had touched the aiims flyover. i gave up @ hayatt. stopped by the footpath under a tree. it was pretty dark. put my baby on the side-stand. sat on the footpath with my head on her seat. pocketed the keys and in not time i realized that i had almost dozed off.
what the fuck???? what was happening??? i had no clue... i liked it. it was like eternal bliss. i held me senses once again to realize that i had a better place to sleep just 20 minutes away.
rode off again. this time my arse was giving up. why did i take my bike in the first place???

finally i reached home by 7:10pm. yelled for food. had the same even before changing my dirty clothes. and by the time it was 8:00pm i had already slept. slept to glory. i loved each single second of it. i had decided to get up at 4:00 am to read. couldn't obviously...

8am was when my sleep gave way. i was up and shining after 12 hours of astonishing sleep on a weekday. fantabulous is the word for it.
i wish i could sleep forever and ever again. sleep and never get up. 'coz getting up brings miseries to me. miseries inexpecible. miseries unwanted. miseries which i can do without!!!
i still remember the hostel days when we had exams and i couldn’t sleep due to anxiety. i used to lie down in my bed, feeling my mother's hand ruffle my hair. and then.... eternity!!!

ma.........put me to sleep...