Why?

It’s was 10:00 am. Nathan got up. He was really wondering for what. It had been a month he was out of work. Every day was like a million years to live. He was frustrated. Every day Nathan used to make sure he went for long walk in the evening, alone! He had a pretty good share of saving from his previous two work places but he knew the evident, they were on the path of depletion.

A grueling Tuesday came again. As all his friends left for work Nathan cursed joining his new company which rendered him unemployed. Call it his bad luck, destiny, or lack of training guidance; the fact was there was only one suffering- Nathan. He used to complain to himself, curse himself, calculate and re-calculate his decision to join this new company. All the day was spent in looking outside the window, watching entertainment on the computer, applying for jobs; but all in vain, the good had yet to happen. To add to his misery his parents didn’t connect well. Conflicts were a part and parcel of their daily life. Nathan got another reason to crib about.

It was evening and Nathan began his walk. It was Creed playing what this life is for. Nathan could really connect to it. He walked slowly but with every beat his anger without a cause just lit stronger. He walked aimlessly, probably that was his choice to release his frustration. He would look upset whoever he saw people shopping, couples walking hand in hand, or even people around him happy. Despite being regular to church, he was turning into a monster he could not control.

“Nathan, where are you? Please come back home”, said his mother in the sweetest tone possible. Nathan was like, whatever. But, he had to go home after all dinner is served back home. It was 9:15 as he retired home after smoking a heavy dose of 4 cigarettes. He walked home cursing the day.

As he walked home, Nathan saw something unusual. He saw a poor old man holding a child in his arms. The child was crippled. She could hardly move without the helping hands of her grandpa. He held her like an angel in his hands. Her eyes twisted and so was her head. Her eyes looked up to the sky without reason. Her grandpa sang her a song. She smiled often as she heard her grandpa whistle to her. Her grandpa repeatedly tapped her on her crippled back. It sounded like, “I’m there my child.”

Nathan was taken aback by this picture. Tears flooded his eyes. He realized how difficult the life must be for the unfortunate grandpa and her lifeless granddaughter. It was much worst than the situation Nathan was in. But, yet they were in a better situation. The difference was the grandpa was happy. He never cribbed about his situation. Rather he made sure he helped the child to smile thru her tough destined life. Nathan knew some day he would get a job and move on. But, the child had a destined future. A future full of troubles and an ocean of difficult battles to be conquered. The phase that the grandpa-granddaughter was not easy but they lived every moment like today was the last day. There was a change brought about in Nathan. He could understand the mysterious solution God showed him. It showed him how lucky he was. He had all the physical abilities. He had a delicious dinner for him waiting at home. He had a dad who cared about him, a mom who would always be there with him and two sisters who always made sure he smiled. He had an army of friends who would make him laugh constantly. Nathan quickly reached for the cross in his pocket he carried. He thanked God for every moment and decided to stop cribbing, gradually thou. The question if Nathan would get a job or not stood unanswered, but there was answer to Nathan depressing attitude. Smiling thru troubles kept him happy.

We may all face troubles and difficulties in all that we do. But, that’s what this life is all about. Fighting them and conquering them is the best option we have. We may have other options just like the earlier phase Nathan choose. Life is all about the choices, so whoever you are, deciding to be sad or unhappy it’s the choice you make. Bitter situation will always arise so ask the Lord for strong shoulders rather than a lighter cross.

P.S: The Nathan was none other than Me.

Book Review - Unleash The Warrior Within

Reading is one of the most crucial and critical aspects of communication. It helps in effective speaking, writing, and also listening. We all read for various purposes; sometimes for fun (comics), sometimes for studies (the normal text-books), and sometimes for genuine interest (programming books, novels). Whatever may be the reason, reading definitely stands out upfront in the communication scenario.

As an avid reader, I have read a couple of book but I still do go by the page count of the books. Keeping it honest, my interest lies in picture stories and inspirational books. Recently, I had an opportunity to visit a book exhibition in Mumbai. The exhibition helped me to across one of the most inspirational books I have ever read. The name of the book is ‘Unleash the Warrior Within’ written by Richard J. Machowicz. About the author, Richard is an ex-navy seal officer and currently runs a fitness and training center called ‘Bukido’ in the U.S. I was really skeptical when I first seen this book. But, trust me on this one; the book has some of the most interesting topics about combat and how to apply them in our day-to-day life.

The book goes on to tell how the author, Richard, faced different challenges during his navy seal training. The best part is when the author tries to relate the aspects of combat training in real life. He explains how these training ground rules can be applied to our regular life when faced with difficult situations. I could not help myself from mentioning some of chapters, namely:-
1. Crush the enemy called ‘Fear’
2. Create an Action-Mind set
3. Guarantee the Win, etc

The book tells you how to live life to the fullest and teaches you Constructivism. Constructivism is an art that teaches you to problem-solve in ambiguous situations. Complex right? But, the author has made sure that all these complex components are put down in simple English, thus not only focusing on the pro’s at reading but also provides confidence and the urge to read to novice readers. Also, one of the best practices of the book is, that the author has provided a guide-book kind write up to face negatives of life, like Fear, Failure, etc.. Apart from the guide book strategy, the author has made sure that its not fictions. Putting it in simple word, he has given real-life examples for each of the topics. The detailing given to constructivist strategies is really commendable. The best part of ‘Unleash the Warrior Within’ is that every individual can apply and relate every chapter, every lesson, and every word read to his/her own life.

To summaries, this book may not have created history worldwide, but if you ask me, it has definitely been a ‘historic-read’ for me. I would also like to advise beginner’s and the pro's to read this book as it helps you to apply every page of information read in your practical life. Icing on the cake, the language is simple and easy to read. To end it, I must say, Richard does really help you to ‘Unleash the Warrior Within’. In one word, ‘AWESOME’.

When Soft Toys Attack!

Statutory Warning: This post contains explicit content. Parent’s Discretion is advised.

It was usual Tuesday afternoon. I was enjoying my coffee with ummm, chicks flashing on my computer screen. Damn! I should not have clicked the advertisement. After a while I was bored and decided to get some chips for myself from the kitchen. Spotty sat right behind me on the couch doing what he does best, relaxing. He looked all calm and cool as usual, but little did I know what wad going on in Spotty’s evil head.

(Image 1: The Culprit)
Spotty, as the name suggest is a pet dog. People at home tell me it’s a soft toy, but I have seen that bastard come alive. We had got him just a few days back as he hung on the discount counter of the Big Bazaar's sale shelf. Discount, did the trick. My sister found this thing very cute. Coman, people girls always like soft toys no matter how much they deny it. So, my sis liked it and she picked it. May be my denial to take him home fueled the bitter rage in Spotty. Not insulting enough, he could be bought at half the price.

(Image 2: Minutes before the attack)
It was late afternoon. The house was quiet, I moved to get my daily dose of junk food. Chips, kurkurey, rasna nimboo-pani you name it people. When I moved for my first session itself, I could sense something unusual. Spooty had move to the other end of the couch. I was wondering what it could be. But, who cares about soft toys. Without any further delay, I went to kitchen to grab my comp food waiting for me. As was returning I seen a shadow moving. No-one was in the room, except Carmen Electra’s wallpaper, my portable porn and my MP3 player. It never even striked me about Spotty.

(Image 3: The Battle)
I mustered all the guts, could be Carmen Electra come to life, even better Mikayla from the portable hard-disk. Suddenly, they was a ferocious roar, silent enough thou. It was not Carmen, it was no hot Mikayla, it was Spotty. It jumped on my back, the attack strong. I was struggling. I didn’t know what was happening. I was fighting something soft. Was it Carmen, I thought again. But, hikkies don’t hurt. Suddenly, my fixation reached the couch. Spotty wasn’t there. I knew it was this soft bastard. I pulled him by his ear, he grabbed me by my……leg. It was Man v/s Beast. I really wonder who’s the beast here thou. I missed my balance and I was on the ground. Spotty was on top of me. Naah! not what you guys are thinking, it was a wrestling match. After moments, I was on top of Spotty. Again, not what you are thinking. Spotty already had a brown eye, I was planning to give him a black one…ahoooo!

Chew Chew Chew, rang the bell. (Yeah! it’s not ding-dong. It’s got some bird chirping as an alarm). Spotty suddenly got normal. He gave up his battle. My sister was back home. I knew he will always listen to his master. Faithful jo hai saala. I was astonished by his insane behavior. As my sis entered the room, she seen Spotty being crushed with my right hand. She was furious, Spotty motionless and I expression-less. I got the scolding of my life for touching girly soft toys. She kept Spotty on the couch and continued to blast at me. Behind her back I could see Spotty laughing his guts out and showing me the middle finger. All the firing and cross-firing came to an end as she settled for a promise from me not to touch Spotty ever again. People, I never touched him, it was that punk who started the shit. But, who’s going to believe me. I was left with a scar that could not be healed not could be understood. Spotty and me still got the Chatis-ka-akda. I can still see him smiling, but one day dude you going to get old and I’m going to burn you alive…hehahahaha. Waiting for that day, Spotty……

Lesson Learnt: Barking dogs seldom bite. Including Soft toys.
(Image Courtesy Nokia 6300)

The Basic of Communication

Communication is an important aspect in every individuals journey; the journey of life. I had read in one of the books which states- ‘Communication starts right from the womb and ends in the tomb.’ We communicate right from the time we are an infant through our teenage life and the final stage- the old age. So, communication is a vital element in every person’s life; man and women alike. In the broader perspective, even animals communicate. In fact, every living creature does take part in the process of communication.

Let’s primarily define communication. Communication means transmission of ideas and thoughts from the sender to the receiver. It ensures that the message has been transmitted from the sender to the receiver successfully. This communication can be further sub-divided into:-

* Verbal Communication
Verbal Communication uses language, words to communicate.

* Non-verbal Communication Non-verbal communication on the other hand, uses body movements to send the message across to the receiver.

The Communication Process

1. The Sender: The Sender is the one who constructs the message and needs to communicate the same across to the receiver.

2. The Message: The Message is the content (ideas, thoughts, words, etc.) that need to be sent across to the receiver.

3. The Medium of Communication: The Medium of Communication is the tool through which the message is sent across.

4. The Receiver: The Receiver is the one who receives the message.

5. Response/Feedback: Response is the message sent by the receiver to the sender. It completes the communication, unless, the communication is a one-way message. For example, the announcements made at railway stations. They are one-way communication, wherein, the announcement is made about training arriving on the respective platforms. Response could also be Feedback.

4 C’s of Communication

The 4 C’s of Communication are important to ascertain there is a successful communication process.

* Creditability: The message should have some creditability to receiver. If the message has no creditability to the receiver, the message adds no value to the user.

* Clarity: The message should be clear and understandable cutting cultural barriers.

* Correctness: The message should be correct and provide authenticated information. It should be also provided at the 'Right Time'.

* Consciousness: The message should be to the point. The sender has to make sure that there is no message overload.

If these 4 C’s are followed and analyzed before any communication process it can ensure that the communication process is achieved with no ambiguity.

Summary

Thus, communication is an important element in one's life, especially on the career front. Therefore, we must make sure that we communicate, and we communicate effective. Also, we must make sure that we follow the 4 C's of Communication for successful and effective communication.

Thoughtless

It felt numb, it felt unreal,
All the words I could not grasp.

They were simple words, words of damage,
They were harsh words of reality.

I could not think, I could not talk,
Every felt a bullet in your head?

Easy to say and difficult to practise,
The battle I'm forced to fight again.

The world is ruthless, it ain't calm,
The pain inflicted; the broken wings.

As days pass, the feelings settle,
The tension rises, no option to cease.

Brain dead and thought fail to appear,
I could not stop, as I lay thoughtless.

Naaak-Poarh! Can you Dig it?

We all know about this. We all have done it. We all sometimes even like to do it, don’t we? It has no age bar, No one knows when its going to take priority and it is commonly found among men. Didn’t wanna be gender bias but guys, we have to admit it. Still wondering about what I’m talking about? People I’m talking about the infamous yet famous activity of Nose Digging. Disgusted? Keep reading.

I strongly believe that Nose-Digging can be traced back to the days when our forefather where in the phase of inventing the wheel. What do we, mostly men do when we think? One, scratch our head or two, correct, dig the bitter symphony. Evolution and technology has changed the face of the world, but some habits haven’t. Why haven’t they? Simple, ‘coz men will be men. Talking about its preliminary stage Digging symptoms are deep thinking, comatose of thoughts, thinking about your girlfriend etc. Synonyms are nose digger, municipality and in our very own desi words, Naak main Ungli.


It was 9:20 and I was happy to get a seat to travel all the way back home. My opposite seat was taken by Mr. Bunny Face (Image2: face has been covered to protect identity). Soon the train moved and heading to its destination saying goodbye to Andheri. Bunny Faced looked tensed and deep in thoughts. Very soon it was comatose, comatose of thoughts. I was reminded of the game called, “Statue! Statue!”. This game is played by middle-class family children in the common yard. Nice naah! Coming back to Bunny Face with so much of thoughts running through his head the next action was evident and inevitable. The pinky finger rose, the target was clear yet unclear and boom! The uphill activity started.


The mission looked difficult, the tool was small, the target refused to budge, the reward--priceless. I could now see Bunny face multi-tasking. On one side there were numerous thoughts that he was continuously battling and on the other side lied the golden evil treasure. But, our soldier was fearless and also shameless. The mission was looking to turn into mission impossible. But Bunny Face was still the same, he was no Tom Cruise. Our soldier was in pain as he chuckled his eyes to look like a Chinese immigrant. “Coman Bunny Face you can do it.”, this piece of sarcastic encouragement got to him without the sarcasm and he was not more determined for the reward. Suddenly, things looked to get back on track. Bunny Face got his eyes looking like an Indian again. Bunny Face looked quite content with this success. He took his pinky finger out and there the culprit was. Brilliant buddy! His happiness was expressed with the culprit being smashed between his fingers for over 3 minutes. I wanted to give him a standing ovation. Where do you get brave hearts battling without a tissue and performing such a task with so much attention. After he made sure that the goldern treasure was no more alive he knocked it on the floor. The same place where my feet were 10 seconds ago.

To end this post, I don’t blame Mr. Bunny Face totally, may be it was the thought process that led to such an action. Mr. Bunny Face however, wasn’t a quitter. He hung in there battling, fought hard and the result was right in front of us, on the floor. After all, ”Dil sey chaooo tho puri kaeenath usey ek karney main lag jati hai.” Go Bunny Face!


Coming soon: Bunny Face using only his bunny teeth to clip his finger nails blindfolded.

Choices!

The tired eyes look for help,
There is no cure,

You can't lie to yourself,
You can't accept the truth.

As dreams shatter,
The healing fails to work.

Dreams remain dreams,
Reality brings cruelty.

You got no way to run,
The battle you must fight alone.

So what you waiting for soldier,
Take up and fight for life.

The battle not so easy,
Failure is what you define.

You can fight or fright,
The difference is huge; not just an alphabet.

Cry to death or smile at death.
The choice is for you to make.

3 Words!

No smiling face

The silent tears

The inflicting pain

My heads insane

The thoughts stop

The heart bleeds

The colors fade

The darkness certain

The present dark

The past bright

The wounds unearthed

Pain does increase

Continues to feed

As joy vanishes

The darkness descends

Waiting to end

Its just begun

Long journey heal

Or will it

Never wanna know

Facing facts difficult

Realities are harsh

The myth real

Love Story and the White Malfunction!

Statutory Warning:-
This is a family Blog so do not let the title get you boggled. Please do read. Glossary is available at the end of the page.

Yet another blog comes with experiences from the train. Guys, if you ever wonder about what to blog about, step up in the Virar locals and trust me you will get to write about the really first-time experiences of life. And the best part, you get a new story every time. Jai Virar. (No I’m not bias, I stay at Bhayandar).


After losing a game to bablee in TT and with 6th November, 2009 approaching things were not going on great in my life at this point in time. Whats the deal with 6th November? Trust me people, I will blog about it too. But, the worst was losing a game to bablee. Bablee! This name comes not from the type of nature she has, its something else. I bet the guys got this one and so did most of the girls. If you haven't got it, dont try googling it, it’s my jargon. Mwwwah Bablee. So, with all these falling behind I heading to the station to head to Nirvana (Home), Again, my jargon. It was a slow 9:57 local from Andheri. The same one I used to take after meeting my ex-gal. With so many sad things happening I could least expect what was going happen next.


The train entered Jogeshwari. I was on the door of the train hanging and listening to James Blunt. He couldn’t stop singing, “You’re beautiful its true…..blah blah blah!”. Honestly, that’s all you can understand when you listen to him unless you google the lyrics. Surprisingly, you will also figure out that he’s a male artist. Surprised! Me too. So, the female, I mean the male artist was singing the song and me was remembering the lovee-dovee days. Sob Sob. Terror stuck again. Romeo and Julie entered at Goregaon (It’s a place and not a village [ka, ka, ka]). The love drowning couple came and stood right next to me. James Blunt was quickly changed to Metallica. But, I guess all these James are alike. James this time couldn't stop yelling, “Sad but true”. Felt he was mocking me. To add to my misery, Romoe cloudn’t keep his hands of Juliet…Saala Thurkee. The whole compartment was enjoying the Love Story 2009. I wanted to say, dude, let her go by ladies that would be better. But, I guess they wanted attention and to mock people who have gone throu a break-up. Once again, saala thurkee.

After music stopped I started observing the couple, basically the chick. A feature among guys known as “Checking out!” So as I continued to check out the chick. Juliet, as I call her, looked like in her mid twenties and so did Romoe. Romeo quickly noticed someone was checking out his chick. Not my fault dude, she started it. May be it was my mustache look (Ahem ahem). He quickly put his arms around her to show possessiveness. I was like…Yeh right, as if I would get her…or would I (twisting my moustache, Senoritaaaaa!).


So with so much neglected love I stared out of the train and looking around I ended up looking at my beautiful shoes. Converse, red, non-anklets….sob they are beautiful. Suddenly, I seen some flashy leg next to me. White sandals, nice feet. I was like Juliet got good feet too. Nice choice of footwear. Suddenly, there was place to sit. I heard.”Chal darling! lets sit”. And the feet moved. No ways, nahi…no…this can’t be true. The feet I was talking about, that wasn’t her, it was him. Putting it simple it was Romoes leg. What the fuck was he wearing? White sandals, with a flowery design near the toe. What the fuck? Was it from the Lakme fashion week. Even if it was I bet it was for the chicks. I double checked to see if he was blind. Man! How can you choose such stuff. Luckily, the romeo-Juliet duet moved to their seat. Juliet decided to keep her head on Romeo’s head and complete the remaining journey.

I was left with some more Calvin laws added Calvin's Big Book of Laws:-
1. Always have a good playlist after you break-up
2. Checking others chicks is fun
3. Guys, white chappals! Sandals! Or whatever white footwear? What where you thinking? Sardar khush hoga? Sabaashee dega? Aaaaahhhh toooooo!
4. Always let your chick go but the ladies.
5. If you get your chicks in the gents, make sure your not standing next to a blogger.


Glossary:-
Loveee-Dovee: Make out and getting cuddly
Romeo-Juliet: Couple-Couple
Love Bird: Romeo-Juliet
Ka Ka Ka: Onomatopoeia for a sad joke

She :)~

A foundation so strong,
That existed right from my first B'day.

Will last forever till this life moves to death,
I don’t know it may even exist after I have gone away.

A relation that is the strongest
A relation that will never die.

I want it to live; I want it to survive,
Do not leave me Mom, I will always cry.

She is always there, ever to care me,
Whether I turn into a star, politician, or even a beggar.

She will always love me,
The radiant power she possesses.

When I face failure I run to her,
She calms my fears, and shows me the victory path.

When faced with victory I may forget her,
But, she always stands next to me with abundant blessings.

I will always love her, or will I cry,
But she says I love you my child with tears in her eyes.

I want to see her smile always and forever,
Even I face victory or no, I want to see her happy.

I don't know who laid this foundation,
This strong relationship that crosses all the storms.

Thank you God, says myself in tears,
But HE replies, "I sent you Her, because I couldn’t be always near."

The End or a New Beginning?

A sacrifice so difficult to make,
Hurt myself but I have to smile.

Letting go off things I need the most,
Yet I'm can't miss them, yet I can't have them.

Dissapointed I make my journey ahead,
Life and time stand still, but the feet move.

With a heavy and a broken heart,
The journey looks incompleted, the journey to complete.

Can't stop I've to move,
With a smile, yet without one.

Life feels numb, no feeling inside,
The only feeling left is pain.

I fall time and again, the number I can't count,
I get up again to fight a losing battle.

I try to be strong, I fight to be crude,
These wounds so deep fail to sieze.

Hurt and bleeding, wounded and alone,
I feel its the end or is it the beginning of Life.

Nikah! Wedding! Shaadi!

Time: 10:00 am, Activity: Brushing Teeth

It was an extremely pleasant day, the 15th of October, 2009. From the earlier day itself I was happy for my friend and class mate from college, Quaser. Kauser, as the world spells her name but for me Quaser was a great budd from the days where I choose the wrong career (IT) but the right friends. Some days back when I got the news of Quaser getting into Nikah with Abdul all the memories ran to my head of my college days with Quaser. I still remember running for xerox notes and borrowing her books for the same. Not to forget to mention Quaser’s “tell-it-a- it-is” attitude and the killer piercings. We still have battle going on for the most number of piercings. Till now the score stands at 8:4 :P~.


Time: 4:30pm Activity: Walking to Teddy's House
Time really ran quick today and I cold not stop thinking about the feast that was just hours away. Probably my brains could think was all about the mutton biryani. But, before that I had to meet my friends, my college budds at Motu Teddy’s place. Motu Teddy is this really sweet and funny girl who claims to be my girlfriend but also makes sure that she hits on every guy who looks better than me. So, its virtually all the guys. But, on a serious note, Motu Teddy a.k.a Sujatha is really sweet person, ready to help and definitely got a great sense of humor. So, all in all Perfect Buddy.

As I continued to walk towards Teddy’s place I was thrilled by the news that Vijeta and Renita were also at her place and we would be heading to the wedd together. The icing on the cake, I was even going to meet Mehernaz , another gem of a person from college. I reached Teddy’s house and was greeting by Vijeta (Gorgeous 1) followed by Teddy’s mom. Teddy’s mom was really sweet and it was just hardly less than a minute I was quick to realize that she had a vibrant and jovial personality. Keep it Aunty. Finally, entry was made by Renita (Gorgeous 2) Teddy (Gorgeous 3). So, with gorgeous 3 and myself we headed to Teddy’s car.


Time 7:30 Activity: Searching for Haj House
It was around 7:30 when we were busy discussing about the days we lived our life; college days and the present fucked up days we were living in; career making days. As we navigated our way towards Haj House, Tiwari (the driver) and I were carrying out a tresure hunt kinda search for Haj House. Finally, after several failed attempts a lady gave us extremely precise directions to haj House. Thanks lady whoever she was :P~. The entry was a little scary as the gorgeous 3 headed towards the ladies section to wish Quaser mommy and I stood stranded. I knew no one at that place. Pheeeww! But, I must say Quaser’s dad escorted me towards the main reception area and also made sure he spend some time and gave me company despite his busy schedule. All respects for that Uncle Liya.

Time: 9:00 Activity: Waiting for the bride to arrive



Quickly I was reunited with the gorgeous 3 and soon also with gorgeous 4. Yes, I’m talking about Mehernaz. She looked absolutely stunning in her green saree and her simple looks. Meher, if got pic of you on this day you could definitely use them for your matrimonial pics. So we all settled down and as a ritaul people headed for food. The mutton biryani and the tandoori were really tempting but I had to fight it to first see my budd Quaser. After a while Abdul and Quaser entered. Maa-Shaa-Alllah Imust say Quaser looked really beautiful in her saree and definitely the stunning dude Mr. Abdul. (Damn! Competition). The couple took their seats and now we could finally head for dinner.

Time: 9:45 Activity: D-N-D
Teddy, Renita, Vijeta and I sat for dinner as Mehernaz and her parents went for the vegetarian buffet. The food was absolutely delicious. Initially, we were served tandoori and salad, which was then followed by a huge loaf of bread and chicken curry and finally the main course, the mutton biryani. After a good 20minutes of enjoying the food we moved ahead to wishing Quaser. But, Food = Mind Blowing.

Time: 9:55 Activity: Wishing Quaser


After all the delicious and finger licking food we heading for the real purpose we came for the wedding. Wishing Quaser our best wishes. It was really a wonderful experience as we stood in line and watched the couple wish all their relatives wih them. As I stood there I was really amazed and only one thought came to my head, Marriages are made in heaven, and trust me reader, when we stepped on the stage and wished the couple this saying turned into a belief. I was really thrilled and amazed Quaser to see in the bridal wear and definitely the dashing Abdul. We handed over the gifts to the couple and wished some of her family member.

Time: 10:00 Activity: Wanting a time machine to go back in time
It was around 10:00 pm when we all decided to make move back home. It was not such a good thing coz as Calvin I hate when good things come to end. As we sat in the car we joked about how life changes after wedding. I was quick to ask who’s next in the line and Teddy says she’s next. Wishing you luck Teddy. Teddy made sure she dropped us at bandra station safe and sound. After catching a late train that day and dropping Renita home it was time for me to head home. But, all this while I had just one thing in mind, Marriages are truly made in heaven. It was indeed a wonderful site to see Quaser and Abdul. All I wish for this cute and dashing couple is loads of luck, success and good health in all the days to come in their life. Also, waiting for the who’s next moment to see who’s next in line :)

What to be?

Thoughts cross my head every single day,
Building my future that stands uncertain.

I wanna be big, I wanna be known,
I want fame and need to make a little money.

Sometimes I wanna be a Businessman,
Taking control and making money.

Sometimes I wanna be an Actor,
Pretending and being the best with fame all along the path.

Sometimes I wanna be a Manager,
Make my mommy and daddy fulfill their dreams.

Yesterday I wanted to be a Pilot,
Today I want to be a Soldier.

Last week it was a Drummer.
The week before that a Tattoo Artist.

Last month a corporate Avatar,
Before that a Professor.

New year resolution to be an Animation Artist,
Last years was to be a Software Engineer.

During the day I thought of getting into the Mafia,
By dawn I settle for a Cop.

I don't know what I will be, I don't know what I wanna be,
Wondering again as I close my eyes.

Thoughts put to sleep,
Thought closed for sleep.

Let's see what the day tomorrow has,
Definitely something new or may be just a Poet.

Love Delayed

As I walk the dark valley of life,
Tensed and scared; not knowing what's next.

You take my hand and calm me down,
I see your face and smile again.

The face I can't forget,
The eyes that strengthen me.

The face that helps me fight,
Even a losing battle I tend to Win.

Please don't leave my hand,
Please hold me tight.

I can't make it alone,
I can't go throu without you.

Be by my side,
Hold me tight once again.

You an Angel sent from the heavens,
To save a soul heading south.

You made me turn my steps,
A heart saved from trouble and chaos.

But, now you've gone,
You've left me alone.

I don't know what to do,
I don't know if I'll last.

Come back to me baby; it's never too late,
I'll be waiting for you right here, for your Love Delayed.

The Inevitable Change!

Sitting alone I can see the light,
But there's a darkness inside me.

Every time I try to get up,
It takes me down.

Every attempt I make,
Turns into a failure.

Walking the path alone,
With bruises all over me.

I can hardly breathe,
I can hardly see.

I turn away to escape,
I can see no help.

These battles I need to fight alone,
I have to step up.

I sharpen my sword,
I fix my wounds.

The sword is out,
My enemies laugh at me.

Slay one of them,
The rest fear as the blood drips.

Swing the sword,
The second goes down.

Its time now for revenge,
Its time for my vengeance.

As I grow stronger the sword seems lighter,
As I grow stronger, my enemies turn weak.

You can't escape me,
Your doomsday you will see.

My wounds turn to heal,
As darkness turn to light.

The time is changed,
The time is now mine.

No mercy will I show,
No regrets will I have.

You need to die,
As I see you suffer.

I was there, an innocent target,
You showed no mercy, you left me to die.

Time is not the same, time has now Changed.
The change indifferent, the Inevitable Change.

Ironic Monday

Woke up late this morning,
Happy to know all were asleep.

Sleep late and make sure all sleep late,
The next day starts with no tantrums.

As I move towards to wash my sleepy face,
Hair all mangled and fingers rubbing my eye.

I feel calm and happy dunno why,
I got no money, I got no honey.

I see myself, the least attractive,
Just then I see my mom, the most attractive.

"My Prince, you look so cute", she says,
I wonder how tender a mothers heart is.

Do my chorus of clean and neat,
As I gear up for work.

I wear my shirt not so pretty,
I wear my pants just normal.

As I walk away from home my mom says goodbye.
I wave a kiss back to that beautiful lady.

I see my train pass by but I have no worries,
I'm still walking calm and cool.

I can't believe the day started so well,
I still can't believe its a monday.

Reach work and things are usual,
Meet my pal to play a game of TT.

Lost to the best as usual,
Yet I bear a smile on face.

With work piling, I decide to share my happiness,
Make sure I blog this wonderful day.

As the day plans to end,
As the sun begins to set.

The darkness gives me no worries,
Songs of happiness still play loud.

I hope to have the same day, every single day; everyday,
As long as I'm happy, I love the 'Ironic Monday'.

The Unknown

It was 9:15pm as Birju waited outside Spectra building for his last set of passengers. With his marriage happened just a few weeks back a lot of things have to be done and the important ones always happened at night. A little chill was taking over as it rained and made the climate and the night even gloomier. It was a great day for Birju and he was sure that the last set of passengers would definitely give him enough of money to buy a romantic masala-dosa and a cold drink for his newly wed better half, Lata. Shirish and Naveen walked out of Spectra building discussing the day at work. They walked towards Birju as he played some soothing Jagjit singh songs. "Bhaiya, Kandivali", spoke Naveen as he looked at Birju with a stern stare. Birju thought for a while and said, "Haan shabji baitho." The rickshaw moved cutting thru the dark night and gliding thou the wet Hiranandani surface. Birju was quickly analyzing which would make him reach his Santacruz home as fast as possible after dropping his passengers. As Naveen and Shirin were busy discussion pervert facts about how hot the receptionist was Birju played the trick and drove the dark Aarey colony road ignoring the "Avoid this route after 8pm" warning.




Naveen and Shirin continued their pervert talks about the girls at work. Naveen spoke about how sexy Sheila ass was which was quickly interrupted by Shirin’s description on Natasha's deep cleavage. All this talk were heard by Birju which made him feel more like running home as Lata his better half waited for him. Naveen and Shirin continued their pervert talk which was all the while enjoyed by Birju as he drove thru the dark road leading towards Aarey Colony. Street lights disappeared one after the other, the night taking its lead, leaving behind only the faint light of the rickshaw’s headlight. Birju cared less but Naveen and Shirin were quick to realize the change. "Abbey, keedhar sey nikal raha hai", asked Naveen with a shivering voice. Birju saw in the rear view mirror the two perverts, Naveen wiping his face as Shirin acted fearless but fear ran at the back of his head too. "Shortcut hai Saab, Andhey rey sey darr lagta hai kya?", joked Birju. "Chal Chal apna kaam kar", was the pervert twin’s reply. Shirin and Naveen continued with their pervert talks as Birju listened to each cheap talk that came from the back-seat. But, back of his head something else was playing. He could not stop thinking about Lata. He wanted to meet his wife life never before. He remembered how she took care of all his needs and today he decided to pay back with the romantic snack followed by some hot adrenaline. Suddenly, there was a sharp light from the sky followed by a loud noise. A chill ran down Naveen and Shirin spine as the rickshaw was cutting corner thru the dark areas of Arey colony. "Abey jaldi chala naah", Shirin said in stern but shivering voice. Birju was kind of enjoying watching the pervert twins shit bricks.

As the rickshaw glided thru the dark routes with rain showering in the form of drizzles Birju was quick to notice a Mercedes E-Class parked at the edge of the road. The tails lights blinking as if someone wanted help desperately. "Abey dekh, Radhika Ma'am ki kaar (car)." Radhika was Shirin and Naveen's manager. She was lady in her mid 30 and had the figure of a bombshell. As she stood with her partially wet saree all the men were quick to notice the same. She waved out to the rickshaw. I gotta reach home, screw this Radhika or whoever she is. This thought ran thru Birju's head as he could not stop thinking about Lata. The rickshaw zoomed past Radhika Ma'am. "Abey chutiya, rookaneko nahi hota hai kya", abused Shirin. Birju was forced to stop. With every mummer from his mouth coming out as an abuse he really had to keep it all low as he got his rickshaw to a halt. He stopped the rickshaw. He could see Radhika walking towards his rickshaw thru the rear view mirror. She is hot but I gotta reach home was Birju's thought. "Ma'am, Ma'am hum hai." yelled both of the perverts on seeing their hot manager. "Ma'am aye naah we will drop you wherever you want." Radhika replied in her husky voice, "Just drop me till the end of Aarey Colony." Shirin and Naveen wanted to show some of their cheap stunts and nothing like making Birju suffer for it. "Ma'am aap hi pocho Sirjee sey", joked Naveen.



Radhika stepped towards Birju and asked, "Main aa sakti hoon". Birju was all insulted. But, something was happening. Something different;. Something unusual. It was a paranormal activity. As Radhika spoke, he eyes turned big. Birju could her eyes turning red. Eventually her eyes rolled and turned all blood red. Her skull began to crack open, as blood slowly slipped from her forehead. Her tongue tossed out and shaped green and that of a serpent as her mouth started getting covered with blood. Her voice changed to a grave coarse voice. Something hit Birju's rickshaw. When he looked down he seen Radhika’s feet as big as on old oak tree and INVERTED. She began to smile as if she thirsted for blood, the blood of a human. She started moving closed to Birju as she stepped her inverted feet into his rickshaw. "Mujhe madat karo, mujhe madak karo" was her constant cry.

Birju could not believe his eyes. He could not think; he was frozen. But, out of the bloom he raced the rickshaw into the dark narrow road. "Abey pagal ho gaya hai kya? Kya kar raha hai?", Birju did not know what he was doing. He just wanted to reach out from the God Forsaken nightmare turned reality. "Abbey ruukkhh", yelled Naveen tapping Birju's back. Birju stopped. Birju could not hear a thing. Finally on a loud hit on his back Birju came back to life. "Abey tume Ma'am ko peechey kyon chodd diya? Dimak khaali hai kya". Birju did not know what to reply. All Birju could think of is the scary transformation of Radhika especially the inverted feet stepping into the rickshaw. In a shivering voice Birju said, "Saab us aurat key paair ultey thay". Naveen and Shirin did not fear this time. They gave a quick reply. They did not sound like themselves. The reply they gave shook Birju to the core. It was like someone had choked him in the throat. The reply was something Birju didn’t expect in his wildest dreams forget reality. The reply was, "THO HAMAREY KAUNSEY SEEDHEY HAI." As Birju hear this reply, He saw the rear view mirror seeing Radhika running towards him with her inverted feet as the pervert twins took the same transformation of Radhika Ma’am.

Till date no one knows where Birju is. Is he alive? Is he dead? All these questions stand unanswered. But, one thing is still the same; Radhika still waits for Shirin and Naveen for a lift at the same spot at 9:30pm continuing with her cry, "Mujhe madat karo."

C for Career; C for Confusion

These few weeks have been really confusing for me. Loosing hair,developing dandruff, dark circles are some examples of it. Well the issue is actually big enough to be really confused. No! I'm not getting married and neither is my girl friend pregnant. Reason, I don't have one….Psst! Anyways, this confusion I'm talking about is in terms of my career. Right now by the grace of God I have a pretty decent job with quite a lot of perks added to it (Flexi timings, Flexi Holidays, great team, good team lead etc.). But at this stage in life with age slipping from my hands I'm looking to have a more concrete career both in terms of good salary and a complete job satisfaction. I really had a strong urge to something in Animation and Graphics. Basically, speaking some kind of creative profession. No processes, no pre-defined set of rules. It’s kinda difficult when you can see the target by the ways to reach there are many out of which just one is the correct and the only accurate one. This makes the target look even weak and blurs out the vision. Oh and it Sucks real bad :X~. With around 2 years of work experience in Technical Writing it would be a real risk to jump into something all of sudden into something creative.

Right now I have a few options. I'm in deep thought of option for Web Designing or Animation. Om! (Onomatopoeia for Deep Thinking!) With parents and family members stressing on Management (considering the salary) I'm really confused if I should really go for it. With getting mix ideas from people about Animation related elements it’s one bitch to take a decision. Considering I'm from an IT background (really bad choice to take this up) I guess now I will have to revolve in the world of IT itself. However, the only think that interests me is CREATIVITY. May be even judging it would do. I'm being really unrealistic with demands like these but that’s probably what I want to do. Where I'll get this opportunity stands unanswered. Another question unanswered, how am I going to do it?

My dear mommy always thinks about looking at his boy all well dressed in a tie heading to work, earning a bomb and having a wife who feeds him well. How I picture myself? Wearing my cargo shorts, Metal band t-shirt, Royal Enfield machismo 500c and zooming to work. Once I reach work, work real hard on creative projects and say to myself. Dude, you have done one hell of a job. Well, this might sound like a really immature talk but I wouldn’t mind eliminating the cargos for formal pants, metal band t-shirts for something that the professional world accepts, and definitely I would not trade the bike for anything, not even a Merc. Keeping it serious I do wanna feed a family of 4 but at the same time I do want to feed my greed for creativity. The reason, I have analyzed myself and its not me who says this, people who have observed me have said, "Dude, you are pretty creative man." And yeah it was not sarcastic. Sarcastic would be something like, "Dude nice phone." So as for with God's gift of amateur creativity I need to nourish and nurture this greed and grow on it. As for now I only feel that something in Graphics and Animation related work and lead me there. Not to forget that money also matters a lot. With the world depleting on its resources the only thing that can sustain you is money. Money cannot buy love but it can buy food. And when on a date it’s the food you need.

Everything is co-related. You have to run parallel with everything. Coordination and contemplation plays importance. I don't wanna be a guy who earns a bomb but says to himself, "Damn it! It’s a Monday." rather I would like to be a guy who says, "Yeah! Bring it on it’s a Monday" As for now I feel only the field of creativity can lead me on this path. Animation, working for magazines, graphics designing, i don't know which one is right or which is wrong. All I know is I need to fix things up, because if I stay as I'm all I'm going to say is "Damn it! Its a Monday." I still wonder when this hunger for creativity is going to be satisfied, when is it going to merge, when its going to feed me. Yeah by the end of the day it’s the moolah you carry home that matters. But, can't the money and creative ends of an individual merge?

If you guys got answers for these please do comment and yeah get me a new phone, I'm sick of the sarcasm.

Breaking

Standing alone with dust in my face,
As I see you walking away.

Deep inside I know your hurt my wounds are clear thou,
But you continue with a scar;mine is a bleeding heart.

Leaving behind memories that cannot be forgotten,
Leaving behind scars that seize to heal.

I'm still standing for you to turn,
I'm still waiting for tides to change.

Just turn around I'm with arms wide open,
Run to me baby before its late.

I can't take this pain nor see your scar,
Turn around baby, I'm not too far.

A few steps towards my bruised arms,
I'm losing my life as you walk away.

Come back as I wait for you,
With a broken heart and dust in my face.

Patience

One of my biggest fears,
One of my weakest elements.

When you want it you don't have it,
When you don't you have it in plenty.

Weak or strong; a mandatory ritual,
Somtimes a curse, many a time the only way out.

Patience is poison,
Patience is cure.

Wounds that fail to heal,
Patience a medicine.

Heart that is broken and lies bleeding,
Patience a poison.

As we wait for life to lead,
Patience a virtue that is for real.

Human or species, nature or man-made,
Patience over-rides with time taking its toll.

On the verge of true love or waiting for death prostate,
All must wait and this wait is Patience indeed.

Time

Running away, sliding away from you,
You can't control this phenomenon, you fail to seize it.

Tick-tok-tick, always moving never to rest,
The harder you try to faster you fail.

It waits for nobody,
It fails to show mercy.

No matter how rich or wealth you are,
Time is way priceless and you can't buy this breathing element.


It walks its way,
Sometimes fast sometimes slower than you expect.

You can't stop it, you can't pause it,
It just glides the way it wants, the way it plans.

Alter you plans as per its acceptance,
Work your plans under its supervision.

Its a healer and its a painkiller,
Look the other side its a pain-giver, its a wound infectious.

All in all you can starve or have a luxurious dine,
But you cannot challenge the power of "Time".

Smell from Hell that almost killed me!

Well, two days down with fever, I remember that I had forgotten to Blog my experience just before getting ill. It was in the Train. Well, if you guys havent I really had a near death experience in the train and nooo I wasnt going to fall of the train. Well, ever heard deo's can overkill? Chandan Deo with rose petals flavor. Not to forget to mention, 'For Men". I know I'm a little cost cutting kinda guy but dont judge me. It wasnt me, it was this guy in the train. Let's start it off this way....Oh coman read the next para..

Ok as usual I could see my regular train leave the platform which regularly leaves without me. So I had to make this journey to Malad in a course loaded with changing trains to a place called Work. So, as usual I get in the train, reached borivali, all going fine not even having the slightest clue hell awaits for me in the slow train. Hopped in the train when it was just about to leave and stood near the door as I had just two stops to travel. There was this guy right in front of me looked all normal but the gold bracelet he was wearing really sucked. Anyways, I wasnt checking him out it was just that it was too loud on his floral shirt..ha ha ha. Anyways, jokes apart, death was slowly creeping towards me. Initially, chandu deo was tolerable and I strickly mean tolerable. But as the train moved and since motion promotes breeze in any form and i mean in any form there is always smell.

When I thought it would just just stop it started to get to me. This dude has the worst worst deo I had every come across. If he was heading for a date he was going to kill someone, for sure if it wasnt enough with the floral shirt. The stink rose I mean in terms of rising here and not the flavor, it really digged into my nose. Yes, you guys are reading it right, I WAS FIGHTING AN ENEMY I COULD NOT SEE. I looked here and there for help, but all the other people looked fine, secret no one was near the door. I decided to do the same but hell no, there comes a stop. I could not move the next stop was mine I had to get off. I could not afford to leave the door. The smell was getting stronger, I was begining to choke, I thought jumping off a train was better and much less brutal way to kill yourself. Just when I had selected my way to cut off the stinking way to kill people in the most cruel and brutal manner ever, I see MALAD. What a relief I had to get off! I really had, even if I didnt I would have. So, I got off the train all safe and finally felt oxygen in my nasals..feels like home. But seriously people applied for both guys and gals, no matter how much you think your deo which may be a Chandan product or not make sure you do not try to kill people with the overkill. After all breathing is important and also because killing is a punishable offence in India.

Statutary Warning: The picture is NOT for representation purposes, its the REAL culprit.

E for Evil...E for End.....

The time turns aways,
The winds chages its direction...

The light fades away,
The darkness makes its way.

Time to fight, time to kill,
As the evil rises the heroes begin to fall.

Tremble as you see blood and corpse around,
Time to show who's the Man and kill th bitch.

Life is not easy with so much blood to take,
Get yourself ready as you take on a battle.

The black demons approach,
As I hold my sword tight.

Smashing their head, killing their bodies,
I breadth revenge, I overshadow agression.

Time for brutality, time to shatter their bones,
Time to show which way is the light and which way is the darkness.

Show them their true colors,
Make them taste their medicine.

After its all said and done,
You stand alone as the people await.

You have achieved it, you have accomplished it,
As the evil riggles and the Holy prospers.

Biker girl

This weekend was yet another adventure. Met some old work place really close friends but missed out on our buddy Ness :(~. Next time Nerri Merri better be in in else.....again next time ho jayega.

Introducing Reena a.k.a Chota Don and Joshu a.k.a Joshu. These two are really great friends of mine. Going back in time I remember meeting these two chicks ;)~ at first day of work. Man oh man I was tense. But once I met these two everything was so chilled. So once we took off from there and we are still going strong. KILLER....

So this weekend again we decide to meet. I was not at all prepared for the surprise Reena was about to give me. Claiming to be a biker since old office days I never believed her. "Ha ha ha", was my response everytime she spoke about bikes. Giggle if she is kinda pissed and talking about riding bikes. Well I should not be giggling much coz me too into bikes however, I do not know to ride one. But gearless ones here I come.

Anyways, coming to point after eating some hot pounding Pork filled pizza and after stuffing myself with so called Ladies Drink (Mirinda) we started to exchange pics. Suddenly, what do I see! What! Where! Who!.....Chota Don on a mission. And travelling by a ferocious Avenger. And yeah its a bike. Riding pillion is some innocent guy like me. Probably the owner of the bike.

Reena...is the Don man. Riding at full throttle and accelerating at lighting speed. Wearing a hod, guy sitting pillion looks like this lady is out to kill. Wearing her pink chappal and 3/4 pants woooah shes the Man. Killing the roads, slaughtering attitude and mocking guys like me on gearless bikes this chick has really got my attention. After all people I'm bloggin about here. I was really shocked to see the bike riding Monster while I and Josh dreamt about riding one some day. But till Reena the Don hats off to your girl for the bike riding....With All due respect You ROck \m/

Rod-house

Oh! Keep your hand on the handle,
You ass upon the seaaaaat. (x2)

Yeah! We are going to the roadhouse,
We are going to have a real sad time.

Back on the roadhouse, we find all the pinky boys for real (x2)
And as for the chaos, section 377 is played aloud....

Let it roll baby roll (x4)
All night long....(Guitar lead)
Do it Bobby do it.....

We gotta roll roll roll,
Free my balls all right....
.....(Baaak baaak baaak baaak)

Give up your old wives....(x2)
Save my country.....and now....

Aaannndd.....He got up in the morning,
And He found the condom torn......(x2)

The future all certain,
And the baby is always near....

Let it roll baby roll (x4)
All night long....

What If....

What if there was no light?
The sun would still shine bright.

What if there was no greed?
Murder and hate would not breed.

What if there was no pride?
There would be nothing evil to hide.

What if there were no bombs?
There would be green pastures and mine free lands.

What if there was no discrimination on creed?
There would no riots and violence to heed.

What if there would be no jealousy?
There would be no stealing and robbery to see.

What if there was no technology?
There would be no N-Deal plea.

What if there was no fear?
There would be joy and not a single tear.

What if there was peace?
There would be no criminal on lease.

What if there was respect for all women?
There would no cases or rape or bad illusions.

What if we could change and be one?
All of the above could be embraced and done.

Train-Rain here I come again

Parameters:-

Location: Bhayandar Time: 10:30am Mission: Catch a train Destination: Malad West

With these three details can you guys guess where I was heading? Guessed it or not I was heading to work. Today for the first time in history I was on time. How? Because the trains were late :P~

After I landed at the station there I see the indicators displaying the 9:15 train at 10:30. I was like F**K man don't tell me. I gotta reach work. With constant abuse I move around the platform just to realize that boi! The indicator ain't working correctly. Immediately I said F**k!(The joyful one)

There comes my train. But what do i see. F**K! (In despair) Its so crowded. For detailed information see the attached image :(~. With my i-pod, umbrella, cell phone all of this with me I planned dear Mr. Calvin your not a super hero. Let's get the next train. So baby boi! I waited for a good 20 minutes. F**K! (In anger). Finally, I must say I did manage to get into it and everything was going great and perfect. F**K! (Over joyous one) I got a seat too. Its really surprising to get a seat in a peak hour like I travel. I must also mention about this really AWESOME friend of mine (note theat AWESOME is in capital letters coz I really mean it) named Rebecca Fernandes who constantly gave me company throughout the journey. A BIG THANK YOU BECK :)~

Finally, I landed up at malad and was really happy to discover that it was raining. Nothing like walking in the rains buddy. So armed with my T-Sonic i begin to walk in the rains. Must say hat all the start F**ked up may not end F**Ked up (Pun intended) :P~

What a Day....

Today was a really happening day for me. Can't call it cool but yeah definately something to live for. Thou it started on a calm note with me as usual LATE for my train it really took off once I reached work. Today was one of those days where training at work reached its peak. I really loved every moment of the brainstroming sessions we had. Attack from all the ends as seniors and NJ (New Joinees) battled it out in the brainstroming session. However, all of doubts were cleared by one of the most knowledgable guy I have come across. Welcome Mr. Saurabh Pande. This guy is a dude when it comes to having brainstroming. One man who is clear about his concepts and can possibily answer any query put forth by us. Time slipped really fast with regular chai paani session with the discussion still going on during the chai time. I really gotta say my friend and collegue Abdul really had the patience to take all queries that I was firing at him about DNS server. Thanks bro.

As I end this blog I'm struck with this powerful surprise my friend gave me today. I dnt wanna take names but really came as a shock when I heard one of my dearest friend who I cared about is in Dubai. And the best part...I didnt even know when she ended up there. Today however on Facebook I got the info. Expected her to atleast call me or say goodbye but I guess being too emotional or attached to somebody can really turn surprises into SHOCKS. Anyways no hard feeling buddy I always wish you all the best in the days to come. Anyways readers gotta go now tomorrow another day of training and kickass brainstroming sessions waits for me....so I gotta go KAPISH!!!!

The Armour called Friends

As the water hits my face,
I walk an empty lane.

Water gushes and hits my feet,
As I walk the lanes all alone.

See my friend come along,
Hold my hand and says to me.


Life is a battle, a battle we must win,
So I pick my sword of grace and will.

Walk the path again,
I see my friends turn foes and neighbors turn unknown.

So I think twice, time and again,
Before I can swing my sword.

I don't want to lash out an innocent,
But I want the guilty to die, die under my slash.

How can I identify who is mine and who is not,
Difficult as it gets, difficult defined insane actions.

But with my true friend behind me,
I have no worries, I have no regrets.

My wounds are quick to heal,
As I see them smiling.

I look above and thank God,
For HE has given me, something to live and something to die for.

Spelled as simple with a 7 letter word,
FRIENDS if you guessed its precise what you heard.

Aaaalaaa re aaaala Weekend Aaala

After a long long week this time I'm really excited to know this week is coming to an end. Thou it wasn't one of the great weeks as there were no rains this Monday its really awesome to know the sky open up today (Friday). This week has some kick-ass training going on around at my end. Loads of videos to watch and PPT's to go through. Kinda stressing but I must say worth the pain because it helps you learn a lot.

My colleague Anubha has helped me get entertained by writing some awesome movies which will be viewed this weekend. These are Matrix (trilogy) and load of other movies in a twin pack DVD. Thanks buddy. Apart from that got a meeting setup with one of my best buddy, Santan Fernandes. This dude is one chindi fucker but probably that's why we are good friends as we can connect. He has recently picked up guitar and has been upsetting the neighbors (:D). So, I guess I will join in in making sure he has no neighbors as the next week starts. Also, piercing number 4 should be done this weekend, however, its not a full proof plan. All in all, also gotta check up the bank not to loot it but to get some of my finances a routine check. (Trust me Money is such a bitch, I so want it). Also, you see the picture out there, huh, I'm going out with this chick again this weekend. Will update some more pics this coming Monday ;)~.

So with all this things planned up lets see how this weekend goes. You thinking why I'm sharing this? Walk on home boy, this is my blog I do what I want :D~. Peace out :P~ and have a great weekend all you readers :)~.

Life Unchanged

Things still the same,
As I stare at a life unchanged.

People still dying for money, greed, and fame,
Victims wait for compensation from the Government so lame.

Farmers still kill themselves with no signs of rain,
Children wait for food as the father's wait drives him insane.

The filthy have their barns filled with food,
And the poor got nothing to eat nor do they have firewood.

Look within myself, turn my eyes inward,
I see some filth too, I see dirt.

Before I try to change the world outside,
Gotta fix things and filth that lies inside.

Change the world inside me and then look out,
The world will then surely change without a doubt.


--- Calvin

Typos

Yes today I'm going to write a post and my Mission is not to make any 'Typos' in this post.

What does a Typo mean?

Researching on the internet I found the meaning of a typo, courtesy http://www.thefreedictionary.com/typos. A typo is a typographical error.
Whatever, that meant but all I know about Typos is something I'm very familiar and use pretty often.

This habit starts like a fairy tale. Once upon a time there lived a poor Calvin. Right from the age of four I started my first word with a Typo. Confused with writing the first word 'Apple' I made my first typo, Aplle. I remember this so well because something horrible followed that. "Calvin show me your hand." Boom there comes a smack straight on my hand by my teacher. I still remember it because I was the only boy crying in the class that day as the girls looked and giggled at me. Anyways, the beating continued to reduce from there however, the Typos continued.


Next, typo came in my examination in the eight standard. The word was 'Soldier'. The very second word in the paper I had to write was Soldier. And after around twenty attempts of writing the word as soldier, soldeir I finally decided what its going to be. Proud as ever just above a cloud of scribbled attempts I wrote it as Soldeir. In some days came the Re-open Day. For all those who do not know about what a Re-Open Day it is a day when parents get to sneak into their kids answer booklets. My teacher showed my mom and instantly both of them were shocked to see the attempts to spell the word Soldier. My mom thought I was mentally challenged and my teacher thought I was really funny. Finally, now I can spell the word right, Soldier. Thank you spell check.

My third typo came when I was working. It's not a typo really but it was tagged as a Typo. So as the saying goes Bosses are always right, its a Typo. Picture this statement, Kindly attach the printer to your computer.

And there goes Mr. Calvin with his own writing skills.

Kindly attach the printer to UR computer..

Well, didn't affect me much but yeah my appraisals were low, my team lead still laughs at it, my Project Manager got a copy of it to make her smile, my CEO never allows me to write an email. Well, apart from this things didn't get that bad...did they? And yeah, I work as a writer :)~


The biggest baddest and the meanest Typo came when I was chatting with a chick from my old work place. Hot as ever I had set my eyes on her the very first day...aoooooo! Days went by and I finally got a chance to talk to her not knowing my habit of typo is going to land me in big trouble. I started talking with her casually. Things were going awesome and I had almost convinced her for a coffee the coming weekend. Who's the man now, huh? Suddenly my Team Lead called me for minute at her place. And there I tell that chick on the chatting client. "Hold on for a sex." And then after a 10sec halt came another ping from her with the word "WHAT?" in capital letters. I was like huh. What is she saying? I checked what I had pinged her. FUCCCCCCCCK. What a typo! I immediately apologized for the screw up. The weekend got screwed, my self-respect got killer, self confidence got shattered, my dating plans broken to pieces. Nothing much right? But I have a question, Whoever invented the keyboard couldn't they have shifted the key for the alphabet 'X'. Arrrrhggghhh.

Finally, today I have decided that this legacy of Typos need to end. So I take an online oath, "I Calvin Pereira, take an oath to never do have a Typo in all the days to come." Henceforth, you guys read my blog it is never going to have a Typo.

Mission Acomplished...accomplshied, Accomplished.....Damn it! activate the spell check please...