Moments…

There moments that make you smile,
There are moments that make you cautious,
Some that make you laugh & cry
Some that change your life,
And then there are some moments, that just remain … moments.

Pen fascination

Ever since I was a baccha I’ve been obsessed with stationeries. My mom says that when I was a kid I wouldn’t go out without my compass box… early scchool days was fascinated about felt pens, rollerball, fountain pens… . And if I’d go to a stationery shop she’d have to buy something even if I don’t actually need it *blush*. And I’m still the same but I guess I control myself more now since I have to manage my money on my own.

Cubicle Air Pollution

I had to leave work early today because I just could not take the smell of my co-workers farts. It’s a very human thing I realize but this is anything but human like. I have an awesome job so I can’t complain there, but the stench of our small area is unbearable almost daily. I have like a deo with me, couple of air fresheners (offcourse with the house-keeping), the AC blowing, etc. and nothing will work. We work in a relatively tight area and the guy who sits near me just rips them constantly and has a shit eating grin on his face each time. He’s a respectable guy but I wouldn’t want to change his diaper. I would imagine they might be green and other abnormal colors, with dingle berries galore. The worst part is my co-worker next to him is somehow significantly worse. He orders a foot long sub for lunch with the work and takes like one chomp before swallowing huge bites. Then he’ll proceed to have gas for three hours plus. He has great range too, hitting the high and low notes fast or slow. He can let out one giant fart, twenty little ones a in a row and it rarely stops before 5 o’clock. If you name a style and stench of fart he can do it. He has had to leave work early a few times for both ripping his boxers and sharting. These two bozos are also hot sauce connoisseurs so they constantly put loads of hot sauce on everything. This adds more frequency to the farting and a nice spice to each one. I’m coming in to work tomorrow with a gas mask and level 3 bio-hazard suit.

Sorry for the atrocious English have to run, dont mind …

live life kingsize

It’s been almost close to a year since I’ve met the Rajas’ & their Queens’ in their abode. Was cleaning stuff at home for Diwali and surprisingly saw a packet of sand which I dumped in my travel bag from Jaisalmer last year.

As I write this entry am just hallucinated over my trip. Enjoy some pics here…

 

I struggle… with being thankful

Today is the Thanksgiving Day holiday in Canada.  A day off tospend some time reflecting on all the things we can be thankful for.

Here are some of mine:

• Maa & Paa
• My beautiful wife, Reshma
• Amazing Friends
• My health
• Freedom – in so many different ways.
• Coaching – super cool people, colleagues, and a tons of opportunities

I could think of a million more things I could be thankful for – there are so many.  But what stands out the most to me today is how quickly I forget to be thankful.  After what only seems like a couple of minutes, I will get caught up in my own world – what to do I have to do, achieve, conquer?  What’s the next action?  The pressure mounts and a constant striving for ‘more’ creates a space for reflection on how thankful I should be for all the amazing things I have provided.

So, today, I will stop, take a breath, and be thankful.   And, in a couple of minutes when I forget, I will try to remember to do that again.

Mwah!!!

mwah… mwah… mwah… (most typed word from my cell these days!!!)
So just kiss me, and let my hair messy itself in your fingers. Let me steady myself  in the arms of a woman who won’t ask me to be what she needs, but lets me exist as I am – Jewel

Upside Down

When you turn upside down   |   Life ain’t too much fun
I wanted to cry   |   But the tears wouldn’t come
It’s time to say goodbye   |   The party’s over
As the laughter dies   |   An angel cries

sinned gluttony

i wud have sinned gluttony
for your love, only if i had you.
i did not want you to walk away from me
and you never understood why
i could not ask you to stay back
and i never would know why
come, if you want to
coz i do

Did I go wrong?

Saw the world in my sheets and once again I am asleep. No use in crying, in feeling small, no wishful thinking. Cause I cant have it all. Walk out the door, up in the open, looking at the stars fall down.  And wonder ever where did I go wrong..

marriage productized!!!

A few months ago, I posted my profile on various matrimony websites coz I was looking for one and I just wanted to experience this real time !!

I researched, browsed profiles, looked at the descriptions parents of prospective brides had put in for their beloved children. “I am good looking, I am traditional”…the list of self enhancing adjectives dont cease…

Marriage, what we grew up believing was an institution which was sacred, is now nothing more than a commodity !! If you pay for the services, you can actually invite someone to chat with you and if you are a free member, the luxuries of inviting or pinging someone for a chat is beyond reach.

I was rather be amused by the parameter search that will “help” you narrowing down your search and finding Mr or Ms Right. Blood group, earning capacity, skin color, caste, ethnicity, manglik and a host of terms that are beyond the understanding of a 3rd generation.

Lets face it, my parameters are simple  - looks and smells nice, dresses well, can hold a conversation, is supportive and adventurous and does not believe sex to be a mere biological activity. I frankly dont care about relegion, caste, manglik, skin color, north indian, south indian… but try explaining that to our generation our parents are from!!!

Not that I blame them, they were bought up on a diet of strict, conservative religious, traditional values which did not give the children the right to choose their own partner. After all, their parents chose their partners and their marriages worked out, so why the hell would it not work for their kids!!!

Some may argue and say the websites work – many people have found their life partners and yes… the purpose of this article is not to berate the shaadi and jeevansaathi.coms of the world but to understand the commoditization of marriage.

Its our fault too… 21st century, we still believe in the caste system, the kundlis anad the alignment of the stars. But I have a strong feeling, that after our generation, a lot of this customs and castes are going to go out of the window!! (Hopefully)

I (like most people, hopefully) am averse to being treated like a piece of plastic or a curtain which can be customized to your specifications !!

I like the idea of making new friends, falling in love, spending sleepless nights, long phone calls and then making the decision to marry someone I know well, inside out and not depending on the vagaries or the possible lies that prospective brides and grooms may put on their respective shaadi profiles!!!

Call me old fashioned but this is it