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life at b'lore...

2006-01-05T09:18:00.000-08:00

hollah!!!! ....m back ....finally.....
its been a long time since " maa tujhe salam" ...well tht was one side of south india...right now m at another side.... b'lore.bangalore has been very interesting,last time came here was 2002 march to meet my frns and the next time i landed in b'lore it ws fr the interview for mba, dunno hw i got into it...sometimes life plays such strange games wid us. i wrote all the entrance tests in this country for mba seats, trust my guys/gals the max i got cud be a 60 percentile....n suddenly the add comes up fr bma...n jus like it happens in a movie i gt up frm the bed..walk casually in the campus wid a pack of Marlboro classic, give the interview n rt nw m in the hostel using the 2mbps connection ,lisening to evanescence n writing this blog.
The title says " life at bangalore"...in a way i guess got my life at b'lore..someone really special..all this while i wanted to write abt her but din knw wht to write..n honestly still dont know wht to write one word which comes to my mind to describe her is " simplicity"
and strangely i am a firm believer of the fact tht anything that lacks originality and simplicity isn't beautifull. if we ask this question to ourselves whether we would cherish a moment near a waterfall wid lotsa green trees & with multi coloured flowers around and small kids playing or five star hotel room , i feel many wud go for the waterfall, i guess thts the answer to my belief tht originality and simplicity ROCKS......
well...bangalore has been much much more interesting than i thot it to be...got very interesting set off class mates around me...some really pretty girls ( frns u gotta chck them out..:-)
The city is nice but the traffic sucks ...sucks big time...sucks the biggest time..its diplorable,pathetic, and ya it realllllly sucks, so folks anybody commin to b'lore add a few extra hrs to ur trip to view the ever smoke emmiting vehicles.
Other than tht ppl r really kwell , they mind thr own business but recent issues like the rape and murder of a bpo employee has raised a few eyebrows.
got some gr8 friends, beautifull moments to cherish and the internet connection to write this blog...well ladies and gentlemen thts wht i call .........life at bangalore.

Maa Tujhe Salaam!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2005-09-21T00:18:00.001-07:00

THE VIEWS METIONED HERE R COMPLETELY MINE AND HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH A PARTICULAR SECT OF PEOPLE OR RELIGION/CREED.

To begin with ...don worry its not a dream. its all about my views. Four years back i came to chennai, to finish my B.Com.The very first day of my college a lean looking boy with long hair and recent kamal hassan beard style , came and said " hi , are you a brahmin, although its none of my business,just wantd to knw?" Chennai is a place that strives on cultural inheritance and traditionalism...but the entire beauty is mared by the caste differences in the city. A brahmin is mocked by a "thou art not so holy " sect- the non brahmins, as percieved by the holy class.Being from north i had never faced such irritating and inquisitive looks of people.The issue of FC,BC,MBC...is so high in tamil nadu that at times i am forced to feel...was it a mistake to be born as we are....Alfrod Lord Tennession once said "what we are we are" but the modern day Annachi Thaleywar Thangaswami says" what we are is none of your business, first let me know, are you a brahmin?" i dont want to blame a particular sect but being a brahmin i strongly feel we , as we propose ourselves to be the "n" th icarnation of god atleast we shud make sure that we dont treat our bretherns as we r doin it right now.And the testimoney to the fact of we being wrong here is a small story which i will like to mention. my frnd, a brahmin had a grand mom, who cleaned the entire house and threw away the glass in which " a not so previlaged " person drank water. if such thing continues i strongly feel south will be a hub for cutural disturbances. there are numerous instances, back in north i used to play cricket with my servant n used to hug him n celebrate a fall of wicket jus like a normal team wud do. but what i see here is a servant has a completely different entrance to come into the house.My kaam wali bai, used to make wonderful aaloo ka parathas, n i use to relish eating those, and what i see here is the servant is hardly allowed to enter a kitchen.the list is never ending....the most outrageous incident is...my friend's dad passed away, my friend went for the death certificate, the doctor was " no points for guessing, the chosen one, one and holy , BRAHMIN"....he refused to entertain my friends query as he ws the first case in the morning and the doc din want the day to start off with a death case. the doc refused to touch him....the doc threw the death certificate...din allow my friend to come near the table n said to keep the money at one distant corner.The doc behaved like that cuz he had performed the morning pooja and had come.he forgot his karma for the sake of dharma and ended up being nastik, all for wht ,the " all mighty", in the name of god, he refused to serve the needy. just for one moment try swapping places with my friend...i need not mention how one wud feel....but we brahmins...wud never change. though exceptions are there...but trust me its just a handfull.Efforts of raja ram mohan roy, the agony of mahatma gandhi is still in the books as part of syllabus, hardy it has been practised....50 yrs of independence and all i can say is " MAA TUJHE SALAAM"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the plastic kid!!!

2005-09-20T23:20:00.000-07:00

This dream is very strange in its own ways.I find that i am playing with a kid, an infant, trust me i love small kids.love chatting with them in there own language which no one understands. It so happens ,that while playing with the kid, i try few new moves with the kid to make him laugh. I throw the kid up in the air, and the wobbly feeling caused by gravity , in the kid's stomach makes it giggle beyond any normal laugh a wonderfull sight indeed....till some time in the dream i play with the kid then i try something else...this is where the interesting part comes, we go to a swimming pool n i play with the kid in there. suddenly the kid turns out to be of plastic n i find it inside a bottle just like a ALLADIN'S ginne....I TRY TO BRING IT OUT IT DOESNT MOVE NOR REPLIES.....somehow i bring it out, n i find myself doing a very strange thing. i try pumping the child's chest for breath, jus like the paramidics do....and very strangly i end up doing it with a hammer....i find myself thumping the pastic kid's heart with a hammer n the plasic kid shatters into pieces..... and i find my self walking off, in a normal way as if notthing has happpened.....and a cool breeze hits my face.......and the slumber grips me n takes me into even darker dreams of my life.

RAJDHANI EXPRESS

2005-09-19T03:24:00.000-07:00

Hollah!!!!!
as promised m back.....
this particular dream of mine haunts me a lot. A very short but very irritating one. all starts when i find myself in a railway station buying something....n all i do all the way in the dream is , chase the train. never ever have i been able to board tht rajdhani express in my life.i find very strange...why the bloddy dream with the same result. m in a station, n train leaves me....i chase it...i run...i run like hell...i cud see the door....its open..no one is standing ..i knw i can pull it up...i try..i run fast...faster....best part is i run fr an eternity n the platform doesnt end...never ever have i found myself running on muddy roads...its the platform with ppl around, i touch none..i hit none...all i do is run...run..n run....the next thing which happens most of the time is i wake up...drenched...wid sweat....the fear, anxiety n agony continues to linger on till i catch the train.but the train n agony r no diffrnt...i feel if i start chasing agony jus like the train...jus imagine hw simple life wud be....on the lighter note amir khan once said.....ladki,bus aur train ke peeche kabhi nahi bhagne ka....either way this dream is nt gonna let me sleep ..if i chase it i nevr catch it..n if destiny has plans otherwise n the train starts chasing me....jeez....i gt reminded of tamato ketchup!!!!

my inspiration!!!!

2005-09-19T03:00:00.000-07:00

Yahhhhhhooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!
atleast i started...dayz of prepration,sleepless nites n finaly i have the crap ready.i wantd to write abt dreams but b4 i cud strt i wanna thank my friend vidya ,who inspired me to strt 2day. as usual i ws buzy widout business, so i had to cut some sleeping time, to come out with this master piece.......ladies n gentlemen, boyz n gurls of all ages....hold ur breath...the pj king is here to blow u all away with his fundo crap!!!!!! n b4 tht a , special thanks to VIDYA......
thank u...thank u......
comming up soon......my fav. dream "Rajdhani express".......
till then.......................................(sry guyz cudnt thnk of any super ending line...so bole to bye bye...taddaaa!!!!!!!)