Tick tick tick...

I have less than fourteen days to myself. Only fourteen.

Need to 'live' every second of it as if its the last.

Hit me baby, one more time!

...listening to too much Britney Spears does that to you.

And why am I doing so...its got auto-added to my playlist...! have heard her twice already before realising the gravity of the situation.

Hrumpppph!

The Week that was...!

It has been quite a while since I posted here, and that is for a reason. For one, I was...and am having the time of my life, and for another, the time of the life was consuming a lot of time too. :-)

In fact, I wanted to write a post for sometime now, but was not getting the right opportunity. A couple of days back, I had written a post about something totally unexpected that happened with a friend, but did not post it immediately, simply because I wanted to let the 'anger' subside. After that happened, I decided not to, there was no point.

Even before that, I had got out of the house after a long time to meet another friend, and wanted to post about that good time - minus the blaring music - at Red Box, but, she had not sent (this one is for that lady who points out my spelling of sent!) the photographs that I wanted to put up, and so could not write much.

Now that I have recieved the pics, I can. So, the last Sunday, I met N, at Red Box, a restaurant I usually recommend to peoplewhen they ask me about good places in Bandra. I must say that it was a major let down, the music was as loud as one gets in a discotheque, making it virtually impossible to talk, the whole purpose of meeting someone after almost half an year.

Although, I must add that the food was nice, and the overall meet nicer. It was worth reliving some of the old school days - she is like an almost 15 year old friend - and some of the things that could have been differently in each of our lives, and some that were just right.



Apart from that, one other good happened in the past week. My computer guy extracted old data from my old hard drive, and transferred it to my lappy. And that consisted of around 3 GB of songs. Some cheesy, corny enough to make one's head spin, some not even worth mentioning here, but all of them strong enough to evoke a huge sense of nostalgia difficult to overcome. Alright, I can mention a couple of 'em, Ace of Base's 'Its a beautiful life' and Vikas Bhalla's Dhuan. There are 100 others...and currently, I am in the process of hearing them out.

It is fun.

In fact, the week's been fun! In more ways than one.

Now that is a good rhyme.

Yo...its my Life!

It is 2.20 a.m. I should have hit the bed long time back.

I have not. Just one more article to be written!

I am enjoying this feeling. It is fun. It is what I call living life my way, it is what epitomised by this picture so well...

http://www.orkut.com/AlbumZoom.aspx?uid=8865113899673470402&pid=10&aid=1

Incidentally, this pic is taken at the famous Marine Drive of Mumbai, on a very heavy rainy day. Never enjoyed rain so much as I did that day. Marine Drive does that to you sometimes. :-)

A House Collapse

They say that first impressions are very often the last impressions.

I think, very few people remain the same over a substantial period of time, as they portrayed to the rest in that so called, first meeting. And far too often, like an old dilapilated house that gradually falls apart, they end up falling apart an showing their true self over some time. A couple of them are already getting chiselled away currently, I can see it. The 'leakage-in-thehouse' phenomenon has started.

I can see the collapse coming...very soon. Not before long, for sure.

ये कहाँ फस गया मई!?

There are fools, and there are fools. And then, there are fools.

Unfortunately, I had the fortune of encountering them - luckily through mails only so far - and believe you me, I can sign on a blank paper that they are easily biggest of the lot I have come across so far. And unfortunately, given the easily accessibility of this piece of software - Blogger - for anyone, everyone and fools alike, I would not like to name 'em.

And simple because fools are capable of disrupting life like no other. And I can do with the mitigation of that kind of a risk.

It was my misfortune that I came across this motley, simply because of the term that they use, monopoly. The bunch has the monopoly of the trade, and unfortunately, I have had no other option to bear the brunt of the consequences. Monopolies rule the roost, sigh, and that is precisely what is happening in this case.

In a sense, it is fun. And surely, sometimes, it does get beyond fun, but for now, it is okay. Watching them not only tells me how NOT to conduct the business, but there are some traits that I could easily lern from 'em, when I need to harass and frustrate someone to the extent of tearing their hair apart! I have had a good crop this year so far - of my hair - so there are quite a few strands that remain, but I am sure not many would have survived their onslaught.

For now, I am wondering about my own folly.

So many people...so little time!

The last couple of days (I think I am beginning to love this phrase a lot), I have had the chance to talk to different people, from four different walks of life. Two of them I was talking to, after a considerable period of time, the third person - a blog friend, I spoke for the first time. The fourth was a guy who coincidentally managed to find me through some commonalities, and we chatted online. And some very interesting conversations ensued. The fifth was a college guy, with whom I managed to discuss cricket. I dont know how.

So let me get into this kind, generous mood, and say some nice things about all them. Some advice may just flow...may haan...so kindly bear with me! It was because, it felt nice talking to each one of them. Seriously.

Lady 1, much much younger. I think, one of the more mentally tough women I have seen. She can give you an impression that shes talking gibberish, but at the end of the talk, you realise that shes made purrfect sense. Talking with her, I also realised that the world is a small place, and it is shrinking by the minute. Serious set of coincidences. Anyways, just want to tell you lady-1, that when you take things into perspective, these things matter for nothing. And I did tell you what is that matters. let nothing else bother you. You will do just fine!

Lady 2. An Old friend. Same college. Somehow, the tapori instinct in me gets out while talking with her. Her only response...sheeeeeeeee. Yet, she encourages. Some people na! Anyways, another person, who could have lost a lot of sleep over some drastic things in life, but did not. Chose not to. Way to go. Having Fresh Lime Juice while you were having tequila was a nice experience. Not wishing you on your birthday and yet getting a treat out of you was nicer! ;-)

Lady 3. Yeh apunki lateshht blog friend. A very interesting conversation for a first time. Again, enjoyed it. Accent sounded nowhere like what I had visualised (what do you call the sound equivalent of visualise?) And jahaan tak our common 'likes' are concerned - and I am referring to this small world of bloggerville - dontcha worry, many fall in the same category I am sure. For the rest of the things, I shall tell you what someone told me just a day back. He told me "to hang in there, it would be fine". The context was different, but yeah, the crux is the same. Hang in buddy gal!

Guy 1: Chatted only once. A short one at that as well. But kaafi gyaan mila. And he gave me a couple of wonderful ideas, though inadvertently, I must admit. Opens an avenue for me. I want to know more. And frankly, I would want advice from this guy, dont think I am in the position to be doling it out to him :-)

Guy 2: Yeh banda paagal hai. And he ensures that noone else around him remains sane. The only sane conversations we can have is on cricket, and that is simply because he abhors the game. So he would talk about Rakhi Sawants as cheerleader, and the nocturnal habits of the moth that fly around at Mohali. And why do we have wicket keepers for a bowl out? Isko kya bolna. Buss ek-do phatkey dene ki zaroorat hai.

Baaki toh mast. Surprisingly, with so little time, I was able to talk to so many people. Enjoyed.

P.S. Peeya went for the Mohali match, and was disappointed that SRK did not entertain them all. So she did not enjoy the match. I am telling you, she didnt because I was not there. (runs)

The last two days...

The same question that a couple of people have asked me before, has kept reverberating in my ears the last couple of days. Why on earth did I do an MBA.

The last couple of days have ensured clarity in a couple of things though.

a. There is hope. If there is a will, there is much more than only hope, there is a definite way.

b. It is never too late in life.

c. Giving up is never an option. But one needs to be practical about everything as well.

Whattaday!

The day was interesting at worst. At best, it could be defined as ecstatic. Amazing. Awesome. And the rest of the adjectives.

Keeping it in perspective, it all could lead to something substantial, or it may all end by the time we see the first week of June. But, all said and done, one thing's for certain, and that simply is that I am living a dream. A bubble. I don't want it to burst, but it would, the question is, how much does this month help me in the times to come.

I already hope and wish the time stops for sometime. The feelings the same as a sixteen year old finding his/her first love.