Friday, October 07, 2005

Foot in my Mouth

If there was one aspect about myself that has been a bugbear it has to be my lack of listening skills. For years I have been interjecting conversations with my verbal pricks and most folks have found it very bugging. Some of them have told me so and I am thankful to them.

However there has been one such person who stands out in this regard, she not only has been patiently admonishing me about but has often tried to diagnose it as well. Her latest theory has been quite revealing. She claims that I must have been one of those over zealous students who would rush into answering any question that a teacher would asked when I was in school/college. Hmm prettty plausible I must say, not that I had a high accuracy in answering those questions I remember being such a jack in the box students not too long ago.

Alas embarassment I faced during school has only seen considerable addition in recent years.

Enough of problem definition, would you please offer some solutions as well? :)

Sunday, September 25, 2005

Eagles Farewell Tour 2005

I was standing
All alone against the world outside
You were searching
For a place to hide
Lost and lonely
Now you’ve given me the will to survive
When we’re will keep us alive

PS Makes me feel like a romantic fool again
PPS For people who are in US this might be your last chance

Saturday, September 17, 2005

Death Wish

The Creature crept slowly into the room
and waved at Bird
She waved back almost in unision
''Is he around" Creature asked
"He is sleeping in attic..
..Been sleeping for years now" replied Bird

They could play their games at will
Bird and Creature's cheap thrill

But they wonder what I ll be thinking
Coz they know I am in a deep slumber
Though I lay awake in my stupor
watching them play

Then in a flash I lit up the house
What have you done? asked Bird
It was her idea said the Creature

And as I saw our skins burn
I bid my final goodbye to both of them
See you in hell

Sunday, September 11, 2005

You sure you dont want that scotch?

No it aint abouth drinking, this is about a species that seems to be inspired by ducks. No they are no fat bottomed easy targets as many people would believe them to be, in fact they are exact opposite they take you by surprise. Behind their sweet naive looks that entice onlookers to feed them from poolside is frantic paddling underneath that keeps them afloat. They are menacing if you just look under the surface. And whats more , they can fly too at their own sweet will.

Keep a watch always.

Thursday, September 01, 2005

Heard somewhere..

Conserve Water, Drink Beer

- Cactus, Downtown Chi

Are these guys stinking criminals?

- Gas trader, NG up 100 basis points

What type? Oh She is a female dog

- JoAnne on BA 295

Chicago Beer, You should try this!

-Pig Tail

This doesnt smell like a men's room untill I came here!!

- Guy in Bucktown

You should never go to Puma Store across the street.

- Drifter

How you are so mature?

- Sadhu

Its a trick question

- Me

That chick was hot on me

- Drifter

She was depressed

- Sadhu

You think 6 million people live in Chi for its weather?

- Sadhu

Pigs in blanket with honey mustard dressing

- Read the menu

What the hell?

- Me after Miiller-Guiness-Hienekin-Guiness-Alpha King-Kolrsch-Guiness

This is good food for someone who has a taste for this

- World Chess Champion

I am not normally like this, I swear

- Low Probability

Thursday, July 21, 2005


Trust in my self-righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die
In my self-righteous suicide
Why cry when angels deserve to die?

Tuesday, July 12, 2005


Pal, go grab the opportunities that lie ahead of you, ye shall have her by your side as well soon.

Go fall in love, I am happy for you.

Monday, July 11, 2005

(:Sigh)Lets Blog
Its been sometime since i have blogged, it is usually hard for me to take an account of time that has transpired since then but i ll still try to make up for lost time.

Things that have changed between last time i "wrote" on this blog include my career (then a potential now a carcass), my interests (then a distinct possibility now a distant proposition) and my life (then what i made of it and now a ruin waiting for debris to capitulate).

Yeah i am sad but i aint feel bad about it anymore, infact there is this feeling that makes me a relieved man, no not because i have become masochist but because i know things just cant go
worse from this point.

Whiskey in Jar is one song i play very often when i am down and out and it is still playing as i write this blog. i am not burdened by what this song actually means nor am i in a mood to know.
But what i am burdened by is set of hard decisions i need to make this month, some of them i couldnt have even fathom few months back. I need to know what i want from this friggin life and how friggin hell i am going to get it ASAP.
Satire of the Dead
Seen as an obvious end, Death is not
infact last time i saw, corpse was still in motion
going from left to right of styx
sailing by the chasm of reason

Slime of skin is what they become
Hanging loose on morals
that they used to keep
Ones they stood by when it suited them most

Laughs she who is unscathed by this circus
catching moments that bring smiles to Devil
Dances to a tune that wakes up the undead
coz undead will revel

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

Movin on to NoWhere

Illusion reigns supreme
If You ask me who is there to help
I would not know for sure for I know
No one is there for me

Illusion reigns supreme
If you ask me what is there for you
I would not know for sure for I know
Nothing is there for me

I move on
to the light that doesnt exist
to the endless space

Absurdity is all around

Tuesday, July 05, 2005


She stood besides me
or so i thought
If you look around things of past
they kept us busy till the late
artifacts i d say, things she d say

does it matter how much did i wait
I clutched on to them things or otherwise
as they remained my only belongings
then i emptied my closet only to see the last one
ah blood in my eyes it brings

it was a circle we had built
space that suited us to hilt
mocked she at me
as God would mock at thee

coz the circle had shifted
the intruder was in and i was out

Thursday, June 09, 2005

Wandering Star
Those who have seen the needles eye, now tread
Like a husk, from which all that was, now has fled
And the masks, that the monsters wear
To feed, upon their prey

Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness forever

Monday, June 06, 2005

Nothing Else Matters!

never cared for what they say
never cared for games they play
never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
and I know

Thursday, May 05, 2005

I am NoWhere and I have nowhere else to go!

Let me not go into whether I knew this would happen or not because most of the times we know this is what is going to happen we just keep on hoping that inevitable doesnt happen at all.
It is kind of true for me as well just that I kept changing the degree how bad the inevitable might seem like or how bad I might take it :)

Lets come to what exactly this NoWhere is, I believe its a place that you neither aspired nor dreaded and for that matter its a place/set of conditions that you might have not taken into consideration in foresight but you regularly find yourself in, like I do now.

Problem with NoWhere is that you just let go of your aspirations for sometime till NoWhere leads into a horrific Trench: A Trench of Oblivion.

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

You Me and Coffee, all for 5 Bucks!

This is Ethan Hawke talking to Winona Ryder in Reality Bites taking pleasure of talking to someone you like to new heights. Been a fan of this genre for long now (almost all Indy movies seem to be based in small towns/suburbs, may be because brooklyn bridge is always booked for action/romance etc).

Spent some time at book searching, ended up at place which i believe almost out of place as far as Delhi is concerned, a Bookstore!! That too without the usually loud section on technology :)
Although that was exactly the kind of book we went searching.

Saturday, January 29, 2005

PM Saab I just shrunk your scope!

Is Project Management an exact science? I think Post Manhattan/Operations Research Project managers dealt with a narrow aperture as far as scope was concerned and software development was more or less constrained by hardware (which dint "allow" larger scope to begin with). So it was quite easy for PMs (BTW in US PMs get lower salaries than Senior Coders, quite justifiably) to get away with formalised ways of getting things done.

However this is no longer true of today's scenario when almost every Biz IT alignment can be made possible in no time (alas there is nothing like "no time"), translating into a poser for PMs to make it happen.

And the scenario gets darker with SOx deciding to add clauses like these

As Chinese said, "May you live in interesting times"

Freebies huh??

IBM just donated some 500 IPs to the open source community, to find out why they did that unthinkable act makes up good ground for this nice line56 article.

Thursday, January 06, 2005

Kab Banega yeh Raju Gentleman

I have been thinking about this one for sometime now, jus could not make myself write about it.
I think i have carried this unkempt look for too long and too far in my life. And it doesnt end here, in a way it also reflects my no-holds-barred-speak which has expletives at every nook and corner of conversational highway :)

I look around me, clean shaven genteel guys enchanting people (ofcourse i mean women here), nice mildmannered well to do men at their chivalrous best and then i look at myself. Delta is huge!

Also somewhere i forgot most people would prefer a silly "Hi! Aaj kitni thand hain naa, dhoop bhi nahin nikli" to "Hey did you watch Nat Geo last night?" I continued trying to strike coversation about what excites me trivia, politics, sports while Junta talked about newest store that opened recently

It doesnt stop here as well, i think if 80's were about machismo and this decade is all about sensitivity i can easily vouch for the fact that my USP is certainly outdated, rather misplace in the whole context.

And worse, more i try to do this convoluted mind job of being a nice guy messier it gets.

Hmm time for me to have weekly shave tomorrow before they draft me in infantry :)

Monday, January 03, 2005

Hindustan Leave(r) UnLimited

Been reading Gurcharan Das' India Unbound for quite some time now, may be speed at which i am going it might take another week to finish this piece of story-we-all-know.
I think i go terribly slow while reading non fiction (not to talk of textbooks) and this book is no exception.

It is full of nuances which we all have felt while growing up in this country and emotions which all have experienced but just could not articulate well enough to write a best seller :)
Nevertheless Das has been successful enough in wrapping sagas of frustration felt by a Harvard educated guy in middle class punjabi immigrant family in post independence decades with almost an esoteric and empirical thesis of rebuffing Nehruvian and later Mrs G's policies.

Although i havent reached the end of this book, I am sure he is going to find merits of post 91 developments and shall foretell a great future of this country, but what is still missing is perhaps a structural change in lives we lead in this country, and I am afraid i believe this is not going to change in near future as well.

Most of our old relatives recount stories of how difficult was it to get a Bajaj Scooter in 60's (due to ridiculous law which prohibited large companies to increase production). Well market forces have ensured this doesnt happen now, situation is far from rosy.
Take electricity for example, its been 2 years since Ambanis and Tatas have been operating distribution in NCR. We all hoped that this would bring efficiency in the system with their technical expertise and better management skills these two respected business houses shall be the best bet for electricity starved NCR. But what has actually changed is merely the interface. You can call the BSES Customer Care Center at any point of time but please dont take "customer care" and "center" for their literal sense.

Script goes like this

CC: BSES Rajdhani mein aapka swagat hain main CC aapki kya madad kar sakta hoon?
(my suggestion drop the accent!!)
Me:Ji yeh mere yahan pichle 5 ghanto se light (sic) nahin hain, kab tak aayegi?
CC: yeh kahan pe padhta hain?
(He is right, is actually a nondescript locality that u shall never find on delhi map more like those unknown islands which disappeared last sunday)
Me:Ji yeh vikas puri ke pass hain
CC:Okie, aapke yahan se koi complaint nahin hain
Me:(puzzled, looks like no other moron bothered enuf to call em up) To aap information to de dijiye ki kab aayegi light?
CC:Hamare pass koi info nahin hain, aap complaint likhwa dijiye
Me: Ji likhiye
CC: Apka complaint number 666 hain
Me: (Got the message)

Its a dead end, no CC has ever got back to me and I have never been able to extract any information about the power failure.

And all this despite we pay taxes and bills on time.

May be moving to countryside in Alabama is not a bad proposition :)