2014.. the year of cat..

a lot has happened and a lot more is happening.. a baBa died a n new baBa was born.. nekochan was the highlight of the year..

almost a year... no updates were posted here..

"a lot lot more old monk was consumed and life melted just like the helpless ice cube in the glass of rum.. "

dreamt of her last night... it was trying to tell me something but dreams are delusive.. i need to learn to live with this fact..

strangers become good friend and drift apart!!

if only i can turn back time and make those mistakes in a much better fashion..

failed to learn Japanese.. failed to lose weight.. failed to control old monk .. failed to save.. failed to live as per the expectations of the world.. failed to let down people who actually deserve to be let down.. but failing to learn japanese hurts the most.. i mean it wud really change me as a person.. on similar lines knowing a lil bit tamil has changed me ..

but wont say learned a lot new ways to fail in new things.. coz frankly didnt do anything new..

andaman was beautiful... 15 days of peace..

brother's marriage was nice.. happy for him that he has a rope to hang on.. 

moms found a nice way to keep herself occupied and live her dream.. 

next year it shall be different.. i wish it will be... i ll pray for it to be different and definitely more interesting ..




raKH05041982

mistake can keep you busy...

i am turning out to be such an asshole..

i am making same mistakes for the last 10 years..

its as if i am fucking addicted to making mistakes...

and i make them at random interval...

but a little humor is always good....

raKH05041982

1)
shit happens.... shit has to happen... else we all will die out of constipation.
shit happens.... for good.... for the best... and shit repeats... shit has to happen again and again...
2)
s.h.i.t is also the best technique engineers love... follow... live by. these days a lot of non-engineers are also practicing technique. s.h.i.t is some how in time. its far more effective than J.I.T. a.k.a...Just in Time. there is more thrill and more excitement in the s.h.i.t technique.
3)
people like to blame each other. so do i. i blame others every time i fart people in public. so the next time i blame you.... just let go ...coz its gonna go with the wind...
4)
everyday i am not understanding what ...where ...why is my life drifting... dont know where to stop thinking....when to let go.....what to leave behind... what to carry along.... there is a battle going in the head ....the mind is at war...
5)
in the last 24 hours i have slpet for more than 15 hours... i have had some medicine ..some cough syrup... and measured my temp on the frigging thermometer a few times.
6)
i have found myself many a times in weird situations where i am forced to think ...forced to take decisions... forced to make mistakes...
7)
lot of shit has happened in the last few months... and i am happy to survive. i also have had the best experience in my life.... i have made some nice friends. many of them i might not see again in my life....
8)
i am so god damn bored today that i am not in the mood to do what ever..... i guess ill have a early dinner today... dosha and chatney.
9)
its bound to happen...if u watch too much discovery channel, animal kingdom and NGC..its obviously gonna have a side affect on the fragile mind which is already at war
0)
few things need to change ...its high time... i need to change.

raKH05041982

u n t i t l e d

Breathe, breathe in the air.....

there are a lot of wonderful things happening in this world at any given time...unfortunetely we can not know and experience them.... we can not be at two places at the same time....we can only be human... we cant emulate GOD

there are a few things u want to experience again and again in life...thats when u realize that u are an addict... few of the times its useless and few other times its utter useless...but nevertheless its all bullshit in the end...

pink floyd said it very beautifully...

Long you live and high you fly
And smiles you'll give and teas you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be.


so now... there are many a times we make mistakes in our life... we are suppose to make mistakes.. coz thats how we learn... we make mistakes and we learn... we are "supposed" to learn from our mistake....so that we dont repeat them..... but many times what happens is... we repeat the mistakes....

we pay for the mistakes we make...sometimes we love it ...sometimes we hate it...so at times we make a mistake we love tp make ... coz we think we have made the right mistake... coz if we had made the wrong mistake...the consequences would be far more worse than that of the right mistake....but thats now how i think it should be... but in the ned...even i am human...

For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave.

with most of us...no matter how hard we try.... we dont want to make new mistakes....we are happy making the same old mistakes.... we hate to make new mistakes in life.... we dont want to learn new things.... if mistakes teach us.. if mistakes are the stepping stone to success... we shud make more mistakes...newer mistakes.. and lean as much as we can.... we keep making the same old mistake ...coz may be we are afraid of change...change is a must when we are traveling in a public transport ....today i lost 50 paise ....conductor refused to give me change... i failed to tender exact change....


shall complete this tough one laters... too sleepy as of now... please ......

plastic

i met this lady today... i mean i actually didnt meet her... i just happened to be in the same shop... i was selling pencils and other stationary :) ... she was there too buy stationary..

now who the fuck cares about plastic.. its got no emotions... its got know heart... it has not feelings... but that poor lil bastard has a life thats long.... i am talking about plastic. they say that this plastic can live so long that dude... who lived for a really long time in mahabharata .. what was his name...... bhishma peeta-mahan ...sale ko bhi sharam aayega...and there is another kinda plastic.... these days can be re-resurrected again and again... i mean ...its like killing and bringing it back to life... gosh.. killing it to bring it back to life...what a nice thought... its called recycling :)

so now this plastic is so awesome that it can be what it wants... the last i heard was these carry bags can be a nice hallucinating thing...u need to burn it... and then u get some residue... smoke it.... yuks... now ...who the heck will do all that mehnat... just to get high... no one i know...

so now coming back to the aunty .. she wants to buy pens... cheap ones... which her son can loose and she can still be kool about it..else she wud fucking freak out..and slap that innocent kid... so that he dont loose again... its a weird way of teaching things... thats what they used to do to slaves... to prisoners and to deshdrohi ppl....

fuck...drifting again...

coming back to aunty... aunty chooses from a plethora of Rs 5 pen...and to my luck...she fuckin buys both the pens of my company...and i am like... nysh nysh ( read nice like a child ).... aunty has made the right choice... unkal must be a happy man... unkal ki jai ho ...for keeping aunty happy and sane....

so i get lost in thought... i do that often... get lost in thoughts and keep wondering ... wondering about lost thoughts... and then come back to life... its nysh ... thing.. coming back to life...

and then the aunty leaves... and then as she is leaving the shop... she comes back...and says... anna!!.. oor carry bag koodengah :) ..translated back to inglees ( which is very soon going to be the national language... of modern india ) ...it will mean.. brother!! give me a carry bag. so there i was... i just went numb... i mean not completely.. but i can say... i went numb.. i was like... why is this nice aunty who made the perfect choice of buying the pens which i wanted her to by... asking for carry bags... ok!! ...now its a common thing...asking anything that u may get free .... is a really nice thing.... but she bought 2 pens..worth Rs 10... weighing less than 15 grams... and now she bloody wants a carry bag... fucking nuts...

first things is first... in total she made 2 mistake. .1st one is not hat harmful ... infact its not a mistake..i am just terming it as a mistake... its my mistake.. she called the shop-keeper annaa :P.. .ok.. .not funny....but funny enough to kill some time.... 2nd mistake is that she wants a carry bag for 2 pens weighing less than 15 grams in total :(

the shopkeeper must have got angry... ek to "anna" bola...ab phokat mein bag maang rahi hai... charana fookat mein aata hai kya.... he he :P ( maa chudi ;) .. . i miss this slang word .. one of the most common word in mumbai)

so this lady...aunty is now all happy..swings her plastic carry bag... and walks out of the shop jaise jhansi ki rani panipat ki ladhai jeet ke aayi ho....but i knew ... she has done her bit in polluting the earth.... my hippie mind wanted to stop her... but i cud not ... hippies are so peace loving.. that they wont fight and try to prove their point across... that is the sole reason why the hippie movement died...but not completely... ppl like me and druv are still fighting for a lost cost... we are modern hippies... we use plastic :D

moral of the story... fuck the moral...try and stop using plasic... plstic is harmful and its better if we use it as less as possible. someday hippies will return and hippies will rule.... till then eric cartman can keep hating hippies and that bloody jew kid who never geevs up...nor geevs in....

plastic is what we are becoming... loosing our emotions... loosing our heart.... loosing our feelings... loosing our senses... loosing it all... killing in the name of ..... blaming the innocent.. using more and more things we dont want... dont need ...can do without ....

this is out new walk of LIFE :)

( yeah..i am listening to the awesome dire-straits whos cd if u purchase will come in a plastic cover ... we are left with no choice... bloody maggots is what we are gonna be in the end )

PS : i do use plastic... a lot of it.. i am not doodh ka dhula hua... but i do have a choice. i choice to crib... nag... someday... ill stop others from using plastic... i am so far not able to stop myself from using plastic.

raKH05041982

phisH and the MMS undergraduate :)

PS : this story is dedicated to the lovely butterNan who stole my heart with my permission :) . . . . loved u !!

Once upon a time there lived a phisH in the arabian sea. He was very tired of drinking the salty water of the sea. So the phisH consulted an MMS undergraduate from the Mumbai university. The graduate thought about the situation the phisH was facing and asked the phisH to shift to bay of bengal.... the phisH aked ...why the bay of bengal ? The smart MMS undergraduate said.....dear phisH...the bay of bengal is next to the state of west bengal. the bengalis love sweets. So the water in the bay of bengal is sweet.

The phisH was confused. He asked .... how is that possible....? The smart undergraduate said...."phishes dont have brains"...lissen to what i say and u'll get a lot of sweet water the phisH was satisfied...then he started dreaming....

One day ...when his preparations were done...he set off. while going from the arabian sea to the bay of Bengal the phisH had to tackle many dangers... but the phisH was determined.....his will was strong....After many days of swimming in hot cold n lukewarm waters he started getting close to the Bay of Bengal.

The water had started getting a lil sweeter....and then the phisH got happy. He started thanking the smart undergraduate from the Mumbai university :). He swam faster and with great enthusiasm. When he reached closer to bay of Bengal , the water was realtively very sweet. but the phisH was greedy and lalchee. so he wanted to drink the sweetest water...here the phisH made the biggest mistake of getting close to culcutta.... he never knew that the BONGS love to eat fish.....

He went too close to danger and was caught in the fishing net of a Bengali fisherman and lost his life.


moral of the story is for u to decide and comment :)

raKH05041982