Wishlists

Wish lists can be crazy.

I continuously get scared of imagining what would happen and how the world would pan out if the wishes could come true.

Would I be half an FBI officer shooting bad guys and half a boxer fighting for glory? Would I be coming home to half a lovely wife and cute twin kids, and half a gloomy and lonely apartment with lots of books and whiskey?

It’s a bemusing thought, it is. 

I think it’s better this way. 

I sure do want to hold the pretty girl in my arms forever, but may be the effort I put to reach there would make it sweeter rather than a wave of a magic wand.

I once walked 8 km to save 4 bucks so I could buy a sweet. The next day a lady offered me the same sweet at my home tuition. Back then, I wasnt sure why it didnt taste as good as the one the day before. 

I think I figured it out now.

What am I!

What am I?

Once a man wondered!

Is it the sweet and sour little memories of life I cherish?

Or is it the way and think and articulate the deepest of my emotions?

Or has it got something to do with the way my eyes see the world filled with beauty and pain?

Is it the genre of music I am fond of?

Is it my favorite food?

Is it the way I suffer from pain or is it the way I celebrate my joy?

What am I?

Once a man wondered!

Directors Cut - The Palace : Part 1

Dreams....If i could get a penny for every weird dream i had, i probably would have been a millionaire by now.

Analysing them so far have only left me violently pulling my hair! So, I decided it is best to stop worrying about them than living only with a handful of hair.

In the dream:

I am this new fresh movie director and have planned shooting a suspense film! Probably my thoughts weren’t that fresh!

We all packed our bags and went to this magnificent palace to shoot. It is a palace is located in the middle of a desert. It’s an old palace with an intriguing gloomy look to it. We reached there in the evening at the time of sunset. I knew this was the place as soon as i saw the glorious shine of the palace in the evening sun.

It was a fantastic sight! It made me wonder if i was the king of this palace in my last incarnation!!

The plot of the movie is about a man being haunted by an animal. and yes, there is no animal creepier than a snake!

So, we hired a snake and the maintainer. The snake looked small and weak and i didn’t really think we could make this look scary.

But since creepiness <= Budget, we moved on!

We started looking for a decent location to start the shooting.

We were exploring the palace and after a tiresome search, we entered into this narrow passageway which ended as an entry to a great big hall.

The hall was uniquely circular in stark contrast to the normal durbar halls found in India. There were huge long pillars holding the beautifully painted ceiling. It seemed like a macro version of

a Frisbee placed on six magic markers. The hall is decorated beautifully with stone carvings at one side suggesting that that was the place the throne was located. The arch connecting the two middle pillars with gracefully engraved Hindu deities.

There was our location. Worn out but graceful!

Worries in "No Worries" Land

Well....Lifez not exactly a box of chocolates as forrest gump says..

I almost started writing a nice heavy philosophical column after this first line..

but then i thought

naah......

what the heck?

Who cares abt problems, solutions, cirsumstances, blah blah blah of life...........

I went over to a purse vendor in vic market, asked him how much a purse costs..

He says, "Its 15 dollars, not RUPEES, 15 dollars..you get it? " .

I almost thought he is going to give me the exchange rates. (Which would have been quite helpful by the way:) )

Who cares!

We all go out for dinner to a restaurent (Hungry Jacks...Does it qualify for a restaurent ?)

I ask a friend abt his wedding and future plans.

I ask another friend for his plans.

They both ask another friend for his plans.

Nobody asks me!

I was ready to tell my stories of great-grand children :)

Who cares!

Bumped into an old friend with his loving wife, makes me realise i never had a long serious meaningful relationship.

I had girlfrieds of varied backgrounds though:)

Who cares!
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Life probably is a box of chocolates.........We might just get an expired one!

Who cares!!!

Failure

I am not talented!

I realised that right from the word go that i started facing troubles in life.....

.but i got through everything with sheer stubborness that i will HAVE to do it.

Its this mad determination that kept pushing me ..........

From the day I worked as an agricultural labour, from the day I went into construction works for digging foundations, from the day I stood in the red hot sun the whole day for Rs.30, From the day I woke up at 3:30 AM, and finished the day at 01 AM, on holidays to make sure I find an auto to drive, from the day I started doing home tuitions, from the day I joined Infosys, from the day I travelled onsite..... i would put my ass into working and say to myself, you have GOT to do it no matter what comes

.......and you know what.........

and it all worked.

...I am a success today :)


but, this one thing.......

Cricket...

One thing thats been failing me even though i try to my best efforts..........

its kinda hard to digest...

I know i will get there some day......

but its just too hard to digest that I am failing.

Sri doesnt fail.

To - Dear Diary

April, June, July passed by,

There is not a day in this year, that I haven't thought about you my dear .

Every now and then, I take you out and my pen, In my bed i sit steady, open the page and then get ready -

I cant help thinking, what difference would it make to record my days in you, I always see one answer -
"No bloody difference in your life mate! A girl comes, a girl goes,
You work a report, you review a plan, and the life goes on and on and on"

I always think, how would i make a difference, and then the answer comes, "YOU WRITE THE BLOODY DIARY". And thats when -

Those are the days my dear, I come to you with a hope

Time and again, I take you out and my pen,
In my bed I sit steady, open the page and then get ready.

Heartbreak Kid

I still see you clear
Deep down in the heart

Just cant stop thinking
were we wrong in moving apart?

My pen still doodles
your grace all the time

Not that I love you
nor your comeliness sublime

It all just comes back to me
As a dazzling sweet dream

the tough days with regret
and the cheerful days gleam

Cant force myself
to fall in love again

but what is this feeling
That haunts me in vain