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surviving

2009-05-06T09:41:00.004+05:30

It was quite interesting in the start as any place would be but now it has just gotten the best of me. Don't remember the last time I lived since the past year.

Never thought human beings had the tendency to live like machines, meet me if you need a proof. My life right now is all that I didn't want it to be, its a little too late to get out of it now as I am not the kind who cowards away from responsibilities.

2008-08-17T03:14:00.001+05:30

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fumous

2008-01-31T11:08:00.000+05:30

fire burns through the trachea
when rings of smoke expel
kicks off with a baulk
a habit ready to dwell

held between the fingers
vogue is bound to show
with every tap on the ashtray
and every fumous blow

allays stress
exploiters believe
with black coffee
its off the reeve

cravings don't give up easy
raised after every repast
revel the buzz
till the cigarette last

unthaw

2007-03-05T19:18:00.000+05:30

I want it to pour
Pour its guts out
I can see it playing
Sometimes by hiding the sun behind the clouds
Sometimes with the impish winds

It gets me all nostalgic
At times it feels a little tragic
Those fragrance filled evenings
or Those drunk rainy nights
Hard to decide
With these mixed feelings inside

How about re-living the past?
For some moments it would last
Then I'd return
Return to burn
Burn in sub zero
The red and yellow flames on the white snow
Hard to imagine but what you reap is what you sow

wild

2006-09-29T20:14:00.000+05:30

I'm not really a couch potato but these so called vacations have made me one. All day I just sit in front of the idiot box, virtually glued to Animal Planet. I never was a big fan of this channel but these days I've sort of got addicted to it, I sit late night doing what? Watching Animal Planet!

I've been watching a lot of animals on this channel well obviously its Animal Planet. I 've been seeing how different animals behave differently and it amuses me too.

Other day I was watching a documentry on a Lioness who stayed with an Orxy calf without harming it. I mean they were staying together as a family, the Lioness looked after the Oryx as if it was its own cub. It of course couldn't feed the Oryx calf which was starving, acually both the animals were starving and the Lioness couldn't even think of making the Oryx calf its meal. Totally amazing! They stayed together for about 15 days and one fine day when they were wandering a huge Lion attacked the Oryx calf which was so weak that it could barely run. The Lioness was completely helpless in front of a Lion, the only thing it could do was hide behind the bushes and watch the calf being torn and eaten ruthlessly by the King of the Jungle.

The same lioness later 'adopted' five Oryx calfs, out of which some were again attacked or died of starvation. After that the lioness was never seen.

Cheetah, I really like this animal. We all know its the fastest animal on earth, can run upto 70MPH and can pick up that speed in less than 3.2 secs. It took me more than 5 seconds to type that.

I was watching another documentry on Cheetah, this was by Simon King he was taking care of two orphan Cheetah cubs Toki and Sambu. They both looked really cute, like kittens. I wish I could have a Cheetah as my pet.

Simon King knows quite a lot about those animals and did take really good care of them, trained them for the wild till they grew up as adults. Both Toki and Sambu were very michievous they got in trouble quite a few times, once Toki was attacked by a Wild Boar and was injured pretty bad, he recovered soon though. As they grew up they were taught a lot about the wild by Simon King, I really liked the way he built relationship with those animals and taught them things that their mom would teach them. They were getting really good at hunting, getting used to the wild.

After two years they were all grown and were left in the wild all by themself but still were monitored regularly by Simon's team. One night after they were left on the rocks after being fed properly, were attacked by some Lions, Toki managed to escape but Sambu the aggressive one couldn't. He was killed by those Lions.

It was a sad demise, Toki felt really lonely after that and so did Simon's team. But again thats what wildlife is all about.

well i think i'm smitten by you

2006-05-23T21:01:00.000+05:30

like the way you make me feel,
haven't seen you much for real

like it when you are sweet,
can't stop myself from calling you sweets

when you come out of the blue,
I swear I like that too

like it when you say you will never talk again,
like it more when you come back and blame

I wonder how you look when you smile,
always wanted to see your nose that i'm sure turns pink when you are in ire

like it when you give silly excuses,
like it when you get curious

what have I got myself into,
I'm liking everything about you

ire

2006-02-05T09:24:00.000+05:30

Anger builds in me, Hate cuts through me
I'll kill you or kill myself
I can't take this thing crawling right in to my nous
I can feel it in my veins

I want to destroy your kind
I want to shout but that won't heal
People all around me, nobody on my side

Telling you that you were wrong was a mistake?
Or holding back my anger at the wrong time a mistake?
Will this change me or will I change this?
These are those unanswered questions that either I answer or make you answer them

I swear I get my hands on you I'll color them red with your blood and wipe it on my face
I gave back but not enough to drink down the anger roaring in me
I have to see you crawl, crawl in the pool of your own blood
And that will pander this thing turning me in to a blood thirsty fiend

Pecos

2005-10-13T11:20:00.000+05:30

Yesterday was an off, I had planned to relax but instead I went out with a friend. Due to my office timings I don't get much time to spend with my friends. I finished some pending work and then we decided to go to Pecos.

Pecos, an awesome place to spend time. It is a pub and a restaurant, only draught beer is served here and the food here is mouth watering; you get almost everything here from Dosas to Tacos, Paneer Masala to Squid Fry, Jeera Rice to Chicken Fried Rice. Beer and Chilly Beef is a deadly combination.

The ambience is all groovy. Rock n' Roll and Blues is the kind of music played; Doors, Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, Nirvana, Bob Marley, Eric Clapton, Joe Satriani, Santana are all on the list. Most of this music is played from the music tapes.

Pecos is a two storey building, from outside it looks very shabby and is almost the same inside, it is one of the very old pubs in Bangalore. You'll hardly find place here in the evenings, when we don't find place we sit on the metal stair case with couple of mugs and chilly beef. The walls are covered with Rock n' Roll stars' posters and the first floor walls are painted with pictures of Beatles, Bob Marley, Elvis Presley etc. Me and my friends have spent hours together here, talking about life, music, ads etc.

You find people of all ages here; boozing, hogging, enjoying. The best part is even if you come all alone to this place you'll not get bored and there are chances of making a lot of new friends here.

Long live Rock 'n Roll!!

Pale Maroon

2005-10-11T09:59:00.002+05:30

Rain! I thought would ruin the evening. I guess I was wrong. Its not that it did not rain, it did, enough to fill the pot holes on Bangalore roads. It was around 7. I was waiting at the entrance of a café. There were many other people waiting, some for their friends and some for the rain to stop. A guy standing on my right turned towards me and gave me a curious look. I thought he noticed the anxiety in me so I tried to look as casual as possible. I could recall the nervousness that I felt when we first went out. Although that happened quite a long time back but I was feeling the same sort today.

It was pouring cats and dogs. I was waiting there for the past 25 minutes and no sign of her, I thought she must be stuck somewhere and messaged her - ‘Stuck in rain?’ she answered - ‘Same here shit what stupid rains :-(‘; I guess she didn’t see the ‘?’ in the end of the message. I again messaged ‘Where exactly are you?’; ‘In a rickshaw near cool joint’ she said. ‘So she is not coming on her scooty’; I said to myself.

I waited for around 10 more minutes looking at each and every rickshaw that passed by. I hate waiting but this was worth it.

Attired in a white kurta with pale maroon pants printed with designs like the ones on Banarasi saree borders. Her hair left open with slight curls in the end. A tiny black bindi made her look very innocent, not too much makeup; she never wore a lot of makeup. Stylish wide watch, a brown purse and matching sandals. Men turned to stare at her, women considered her with faint hostility from the corners of their eyes.

Never did I see Anjali look so beautiful. She had a lustrous smile that compels one to like her more.

She gets down from the rickshaw adjusting her dress and hair. I was standing there to receive her. I first pretended like I never saw her coming I normally do that I don’t know why. But this time I could not stop my self from looking at her. I called out pretty loud ‘Hi!’ she turned back and responded. I anticipated her to be shocked to see my chopped hair but she was not. That didn’t bother me much as I was lost in her eyes. I believe eyes are the most intense part of any human. It simply turns me on.

It was drizzling. ‘Let’s stand there, near the café’ she said. She looked very protective about her hair and dress, girls normally are, they spend a lot of time in dressing and setting their hair. I don’t know why.

‘We’ve bought a glass vase for the bride and groom. George is getting it’; she said while we waited for him. ‘Oh that’s good, in this rain we cannot go out and buy anything.’ I replied, with a smile.
‘Yah these rains are really bad and are getting worse’.
‘I came here and it started pouring…’
‘There he comes’; she called out cutting off what I was saying.
I turned back and saw George coming with an umbrella in his hand.
‘Ruined it’ I told myself looking at him.

I called everybody here, we were going to a friend’s sister’s reception. Waiting for the rain to stop. It actually was drizzling very lightly. Anjali had spent a lot of time in setting her hair and didn’t want to spoil them. After making sure that it had stopped raining we started walking through the wet tar road towards the hall with an umbrella covering her beautiful hair and an unwanted head with no room left for me. I however didn't want to walk under the umbrella and look stupid. As we were walking she asked ‘what’s up with this new look?’ I smiled and answered ‘I just had a hair cut’. I’m not sure but I think she really liked my long hair.

‘Are you sure this is the right hall’ Anjali asked. ‘I guess so; that’s what Priya (we were going to her sister’s reception) told me’

We reached the hall, it was covered with bright lights looked grand. We went closer just to know that it was the wrong hall. Somebody else's wedding going on over there.

‘Hello Mr. ..I thought you knew the place. Now if we don't find the place I'm going to kick your ass’; said Anjali with a smile as she walked pass a pot hole. I was smiling and giggling. I loved the way she said that because she very rarely behaved nonchalantly with me.

I had got the address wrong. After asking many people and calling Priya around 4 times we reach the place.

I was a bit drenched but Anjali’s hair was safe. We met Priya she is a very sweet person. ‘Sameer where did I ask you to come and where did you go?’ she asked me and started laughing. She then directed us towards the seating area where light classical music was being played. Lot of people already had occupied the seats; I looked around and found a place where we could sit. Three seats on the left side of the hall were not occupied. I walked in first then George and then Anjali. I tried my last chances to sit next to her but all in vain. George sat in between us and bored me as always with his technical and business related talks. I hated that. I pretended as if I was listening to him.

‘So did you get any increment’ I asked pretty loudly to get Anjali’s attention.
‘No, not yet’
‘How come? Have you not completed a year yet?’ I asked.
‘Yah but our team leader is a jack ass, he does not do anything. He is such a waste, God knows how he became a TL’ she said with a mild frown.
‘We should do something about our business’ George interrupts.
‘What the fuck is his problem?’ I say to myself while looking at him and nodding.
I again tried talking to her but not for long as I was sitting beside somebody who was here just to bug me.

One thing that I noticed was whenever I spoke to Anjali she looked at my gelled hair. I don’t know why but I liked it.

After some silent minutes ‘This is a really nice shop’; I enounced pretty loudly looking at the gift pack in an attempt to change the topic and get Anjali’s attention. ‘Yah, once you go in you don’t want to come out’ she said. It was working out; she like other girls is very fond of shopping. I told about the new malls and the shops there. ‘There is one shop called Fi have you been there?’ I asked,
She was already smiling as she replied ‘Yah really nice dresses and its pretty expensive too’.
‘There was one dark red dress which I fell for, it was simply awesome’ I said. To which she said with a never before seen smile ‘And whom will you buy it for?’, I wanted to say ‘you’ but I said ‘I’ll find someone’ looking away from her. ‘So you’ll start collecting from now is it?’ she said glancing at my hair. I smiled and told myself ‘I’d love to buy that for you’.

We had to stand in a queue to greet the bride and groom. ‘Should we write something on the present?’ I asked. ‘Yah ok write’ she said and groped in her purse for a pen. She pulled out a pen which was lean and had a metal covering. ‘That pen never closes’ she said with a smile. I too smiled back and asked ‘Ok, What should I write?’
‘Write Best wishes from, Sameer, George and Anjali’. I wrote With Best Wishes, from Anjali, George, Sameer. If you notice George again is in between Anjali and Sameer.

Anyways we then greeted the bride and groom. Stood for a photograph, I again missed standing next to Anjali I guess it was not exactly my day.

From there we went down to the dining hall where south Indian food was being served. Anjali was standing in front and passed plates to me and to George. She helped herself with some vegetarian pulav, poliyogre, sweet and some raita. I too filled my plate with more or less the same, just left out the sweet.

As we just started having the dinner, Anjali came really close to my ear, so close that I could feel her breath in my ear and said ‘That guy getting down the stairs is an actor in one of the regional television serials’.

I didn’t respond immediately, it took sometime for me to recall what she said a second back. I’ve never been in such close proximity with her. I could still feel the warmth in my ear. ‘Oh don’t you want an autograph?’ I asked stupidly. She frowned and nodded ‘nah I never do that.’ I felt really stupid for asking that question.

Ice cream and badam milk for desserts. I opted for ice cream and Anjali for badam milk. ‘You don’t want to have ice cream?’ I asked her. ‘Its vanilla, I don’t like vanilla’ she said. I smiled and got back to what I was doing, feasting on my ice cream. She eats a lot of junk food and she is crazy about chats, I always wanted to have chats with her.

While we were having dinner she asked ‘I heard your mom makes really good biryani’;
‘Yah, I recently called my friends home for dinner and those guys finished everything that my mom cooked, they sure liked it’;
‘Come over to my house one day…I’ll ask my mom to cook’ I told her;
‘But you don’t eat non-vegetarian…its ok you can have just biryani rice not the chicken’. ‘Yah, let Priya get free then we’ll come’ she said with a smile.

Reception was still going on, it was late and we had to leave. It was just an excuse to see Anjali and talk to her. Saw her spoke to her but I haven’t got enough.

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