SAVE MY CITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Once there was a man who had no eyes,
Every lady in the land told him lies,
He stood beneath the silver skies
And his heart began to bleed.
Every brain is civilized,
Every nerve is analyzed,
Everything is criticized when you are in need.

Drunken Chronicles; Volume 43698765

Flashback to Friday the 21'st. I get a call from this Sr Director of my organisation, inviting me to a party. It was a small gathering, around 7 people, including a couple of my close friends. So, i was all keen to get going, especially with the prospect of DRINKS being served. It was half past 7, when MM and me set out on his bike towards The ITC Kakatiya Shereton(5 star and all!!!!!!). It was the regular party: three rounds of drinks, office-related boring conversations, food.....untill the "host" decided on inviting us all over to his place for Tequila. I bet there is no poor, deprived 23 yr old in this world who would have declined that offer. So off we went to his plush appartment in the highest of spirits awaiting some more SPIRIT....To our luck( or unluck-the way i see it now) he had the best spread of alcohol one could ever have. Gallons of authentic Mexican Tequila, the finest Single Malt Irish Whiskey, some weird Turkish drinh i dont recall now and the most important of all-a generous heart willing to share the bounty. So we indulged, drink after drink till about 2 in the morning, till it was time to head home.(Did i mention that we had to bike all the way back).
Before we started our journey, MM and me performed the basic "ARE YOU SANE ENOUGH TO RIDE" checks.
(a) Walk 10 steps without swaying------CHECK
(b) Tie shoe-laces in one attempt--------CHECK
Off we went. MM riding with me pillion. We covered a good 15 metres before our first fall.We rode straight on a rode that bent to the left.Our checks failed us. Never the less, we journeyed on, all red-eyed, heavy-headed...basically DRUNK. We cheated death a few times to say the least. We fell nearly 5 times along the way. There were times when we almost passed out in the middle of the highway. We reached home at 3..all bruised up but ALIVE....I woke up the next morning with a big hang-over and an even bigger shame.....I got a call that morning, a friend of mine at the same party had met with an accident on his way home. Broke his collar bone and his leg. MM cried when he heard this......he's getting married this sunday.

Anonymity lost

hey you....I know you are out there.....Now that you have read this, i'll have to kill you!!!!!!

This one's for my niece........

I am officially a "mama"........kind of old for a 22 yr old, but i dont mind. Atleast i wont be the baby of the family anymore. Its happy times in the family again.....all thanks to cousin G for delivering the goods.....I wonder what they'l name her though.....what i am sure of is that they wont take my opinion for it.
I cant wait for january to come by, cos thats when the now-nameless-baby arrives in India. Plus, thats when Big Brother comes home as well...
BTW, i was wondering what lullaby should i patent as my own......
I thought of a "Jackson 5" song.....its called "I'll be there"

I'll be there to comfort you,
Build my world of dreams around you,
I'm so glad that I found you
I'll be there with a love that's strong,
I'll be your strength, I'll keep holding on
Let me fill your heart with joy and laughter
Togetherness, well that's all I'm after
Whenever you need me, I'll be there
I'll be there to protect you,
with an unselfish love that respects you
Just call my name and I'll be there

Blog nothing....

What good are words if left unread?????
I just realised that my blog is something like that. A waste of words. Read me people!!!! I understand that its a space where i vent.....but common. I guess its time i posted some nude stuff. Or write about JIHAD.
How do you publicize blogs. Dear reader(if there is any).....please send me suggestions. I'll do anything for popularity.
SOS

Luck....when you need it the least

5 days to go for the 16th of November. For those of you reading this and wondering whats so special about the day...I envy you!!!!!! Cos either you are already an MBA grad else one of those uber-cool people in my books who could care less about an MBA....... sadly, i do not fall into any of the above two categories. However, since this time would be my THIRD attempt at the CAT, my level of enthusiasm is as low as a the grand canyon......I have lost hope in the exam......I did manage a 96 percentile last time around, but thats just not good enough. But this post is about how I just missed "not giving" the exam.
I learnt about 2 weeks ago that my admit card had not arrived while all my friends were already discussing their exam centres. Thats when realized that i could be one of the lucky few in this country who would not give this cursed exam. So i rejoiced....and hurrahed....and sat on my ass with my legs stretched up on the desk...and smirked at all those millions who were burning the midnight oil.
Dad called me an hour ago. Guess what he said............"you've got mail"

thats the last time i conversed.....

me: You sound kind of low, kya hua?
she: nothing....just tired....
me: arre...you can tell me, whats bothering you?
she: I AM GETTING MARRIED!
me: (with fake emotions) really!!! wow, thats news......who's the guy?
me: when, how, ??????????
she: family friend, rich guy, extra-ordinary degree, plush job.......
me: and how is he as a person?
she: He is short! I really dont want a short guy...
me: You serious!!!!!!!! thats your only criteria..what about compatible and smart and funny and all of that?
she: cmon ya....I dont want short kids...thats important
me: (to myself: marry me, I am tall....)
she:BTW, i havent met him yet. Have seen his photograph, he's ok.
she: What do i do???????
me: marry me.......(there i said it.......but like always, it was rubbished as a joke)
she: i guess i'll call it off, i need to pursue my education...
me: An arranged marraige is not meant for you......you need to find love..
she: ya whatever............

If wishes were horses, Beggars would ride!!!!!

and i said....

A guy and a girl can be just friends, but at one point or another, they will fall for each other...

Maybe temporarily, maybe at the wrong time, maybe too late, or maybe forever....

Down with the orange army......

For as long as i have had any political sense....i have been a supporter of the "infamous"SHIV SENA.....Kind of an eye raiser keeping in mind that i am a south-indian and Balasaheb's hate for the community is pretty well publicized. Never the less, I believed in his vision of maintaining Mumbai's culture. Now, i have been born and raised in this "Maximum City" and am no less a mumbaikar than the average maharashtrian living in it. I speak the language respect the culture and all that. All this is still not reason enought to support the sena. Then why did I?.....
The regional fanatics displayed by the sena kind of amused me. So mesmerized i was with Balasaheb's command over his troop of goons that i even had myself nick-named after him. So open was i with my support that i had to don the black hat in my family. My mom hated me for casting my vote for the party during the last elections. But i had no regrets till then. I thought it was cool to have a different view.
I write this post today to openly denounce my support to the party. I refuse to have any "orange" in my life. The whole party is no less than terror-inflicting dumb heads!!!!!!!! I denounce my aforementioned nick-name. I take back my cast vote(if i can)..I feel ashamed........i feel like a fool......i feel like i let my own city down......i feel its high time i change.....
Balya...i spit on your grave!!!!!!!!!!

Riot!!!

The matterings of all matter; Masters and their extended batters;

Internet intelligence for investments for the natural world,Their divestments;

Truth is knowledge, although bi-polar if it's attainment is equitable.

Man's mirrors face the flesh but hide the spirit in opposite worlds;

Vision can only be attained universally. Lamps of varied sizes and shapes carrying different shades, all having the propensity to illuminate.

Let's ruminate on realization that the means is the end.

The Earth's water is mirroring the stream-of-consciousness.

The dead being reborn as flowers smiling through the battlefields

:-Wycleaf Jean

I say: War doesn't decide who's right, it just decides who's left.

Finally...

the clock starts ticking!!!!!