Yaaa...

wwwn.

Blink.

Stir.

Look at clock.

5.48 pm.

2016!!!

That was a long nap. Mmm. :)

now what?

what do you write when that writer's block has grown into being a blockade? maybe tv will tell me. :)

the hear that was

noticed that a year'd gone by since i'd actually been bored enough to start talking to a blinkin computer screen. figured i'd kinda put together a reckoner of things i'd done in the last year that kept me from becoming the most engaging blogger on this here miracle of binary digits, silicon and plain old putrified social skills. so hear goes:

heard 'em grenades go off outside
heard em talk of a recession
saw em freak out about a recession
switched from being a bonded laborer to a slave
almost fell in love again
decided enough was enough almost enough times
got my own place
got kicked out of my own place
almost fell in love again
got pissed
stopped giving a damn
grew old
decided to start working out from tomorrow
decided on deciding upon a change
and started riding again.

hell, all that and i'm back to talking to my monitor? shit. facebook, here i come.
and yes, i'm a southie. i say hear for year. screw you.

it ain't time yet

still pokhran wannabes. defenders of the faith destined to failure. still waiting for the trickle down effect to ease the pain of those we care about in the movies and the news. it ain't time for a real olympic champ, a world cup victory, a bonus, a raise. it ain't time for beddy bye. it sure ain't time to ask a girl out on google chat. it sure ain't time for the world to change. what's the point waking up to tata tea? limber up to slumber on? nah. it ain't time yet.

the move

everybody's got a favorite move. that lil bit of slickness that moves mountains, seduces the virgin, nourishes the barren. the kind that makes others swim across shark infested waters and brave hindi flicks. yeah, that kind. i've got one of those. my favorite move is coming back to mumbai. i think i'm one of those guys to whom mumbai means more than bombay just coz of the 'when' my last move took place. bombay was the place that i saw in all the movies. big, beautiful and close to perfect. mumbai was where i grew up. big beautiful and far from perfect. and i loved it. i liked the independence, the money, the beach and all that jazz but what i loved was the pressure to be. the pressure to be good, bad, smart, stupid, whatever. everybody's waiting on you to figure it out. and that's good. you don't wanna be 40 and confused. and i did.

its good to be back.

the week that was

shit that hit the fan-
lehmann bros
merill
aig
mangalore
bihar
orissa
pakistan
north korea
palin's mails

resulting in-
prices, economic slowdown, unemployment, insecurity, fear, intimidation, military confrontation, nuclear threats, potentially leaked government hoo-hahs. plenty of fodder for the writers of the bond franchise. they've done korea already. and they did a media mogul so that leaves out anything related to business based shenanigans. that leaves two topics: intolerance and imprudent governments. Maybe they could weave both into one tight little script. now, how would something like that go? a minority government tries half heartedly to stop a bunch of politically motivated ultra-nationalistic zealots from mopping up the paddy fields of a poverty stricken country with a bunch of zealots of another kind. enter bond. an aston martin, a drink and a tumble with a bollwood actress follows and then he's down to business. He liaisons with a call center employee who accidentally discovers that the government intends to do nothing about the 'threshing of the paddy'. while being beaten up by a riotous mob that thinks he's an american trying to corrupt the neighbourhood's fair maidens, he has a vision where he learns about a red button on a control panel in a cave in the himalayas. a brief stint in a government hospital, a bout of malaria and a fetching nurse later, he's snowboarding his way to a cave right at the top of everest. finds the button. presses it. goes home. goes to a beach.

doesn't work for you?

maybe it'll work better with superman in it.

trippin' in tn