When I came to this beautiful place, I instantly fell in love with it. And then like all other things in life, I have neglected it for so many days now. True I have given too many excuses of why not writing blogs or why just not writing blogs. Truth is I am just not finding my way with words just about now. Another truth is that so many things have happened in few past weeks that a lot many things have taken a back seat and my mind is preoccupied with too many "What if's and "What not's". But just few updates that I want to share
#Aman becomes totally self-dependent(Me not sure if its"Self-dependent" or "Self-independent")
After five years of endless scuffles with so many different individuals, me finally have rented a flat on my own. Yes, the famous(in-famous) great-great SURJ### is no longer my room-mate. I wish I could have shared some adventurous story of him and me falling apart but unfortunetly no such thing happened. We just decided to move to our own flats and enjoy the last few remaining years of being totally-absolutely-single(at least his)!!!!!
#Aman buys a new refrigerator
If you are single, got a drinking problem and not happy with your job then you know how important a refrigerator is for you. There are three main reasons for buying a refrigerator
1. You need chilled BEER
2. You need CHILLED beer
3. You NEED chilled beer
Misclleneous factors are : Ready availability of Ice-cubes, ordered food can be stored and consumed for atleast 5 days and sometimes if the summer is getting to summary for you you can store your socks in it as well. For that chilled out walk!!!!
#Aman got his new pc
Finally and I mean finally, I have my pc. After so many false promises to so many people, failed timelines and hopes of getting it all started once I get my pc, I have finally got it. I know that now the promises for getting a internet connection at my place will start. But now the getting of pc can make ou hopeful that eventually I would get the internet connection too.......cheers and tears!!!!!!!
#Aman's new house is almost finished
It started off as my dad's dream project and is on the verge of becoing a reality pretty soon. We have got two floors of 165 yards built area now and the process of making a house into a home will soon commence. Drums.....laughter ............loads of cheering!!!!!!
Me going of for another biking trip. Hopefully by the time I come back, I'll have my internet going steady and will be available on the blog all the time.(Fingers crossed)
Parting notes : I tweeted this today. Just wanted to share it here too
"What goes around, comes around". I think the guy who coined this....maybe he was wearing a belt around his waist when he thought of this line....!!!!!????? and then suddenly another thought came to me. The guy who thought of "The projectile Law" : What goes UP, eventually, inevitabily comes down......................what was that guy doing???????!!!!!!!!!!
"HOPE, MY FRIEND, is a BEAUTIFUL THING"(because she is 19, fair, tall and sexy)
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
"The BREAK-UP"
["You may love your girlfriend very deeply, but you CANNOT express it deeper than six or seven inches".
NOTE :- Above line has no relevance whatsoever to this post. However this is the best SMS that I have received in last five days.]
DISCLAIMER : Though the story below is inspired by some true events(thankfully not mine) I would still prefer to call it a work of fiction. That being said, I really do not know why people even bother to give disclaimers. They are worthless because your opinions, just like underwears, cannot be taken away or changed without your own free will.
This is the sixteenth consecutive day that they have been fighting over everything. And Nothing. It's not that they have not fought before. But this time it is like they are fighting to set a fighting record of some sort. Of their fights. This time it is also different because the silence between two sessions of arguments is not disturbed by the thought of what went wrong or she is right. He is standing there, in front of the big window, watching the world below. World that is moving so fast and its speed is only matched by his thoughts, though they are moving in the opposite direction. Towards his past.
He thinks about the time when he had met her for the first time and a smile crossed his face, quickly replaced by the sadness in his eyes. He thinks about the day they had expressed their love for each other. The first "I love you". First kiss, first hug, first movie, first ride on his bike with her, first evening spent together, first bench, first birthdays celebrated together, first anniversary, first ring, first fight, first tears. Thinking about all these firsts, his being, without even looking back, becomes aware of all the packed stuff. Her stuff. Five years packed in three suitcases.
Here comes the headache and he close his eyes.........
She come out of her office and wave at a cab. She looks out of her cab's window and watch the world rushing by her so swiftly. The speed with which the world is rushing by her is only matched by her thoughts. About her future. She thinks of all that she had dreamed of. Their marriage, their house, their family, their first kid, her name. How can she plan anything with a guy who is so insensitive about sensitiveness. A million things, unanswered questions revolving around her, so alive that she can actually see them written there like neon lights.
Here comes the headache and she close her eyes.........
He watch as the cab arrive below. She looks up from her cab and see him watching her from their apartment's window. Two people, once joined together by so many dreams of love, look at each other from their own side of the glass. Their windows literally separating their worlds now. She come out but the taxi doesn't leave. She open the door using her own key. There he is. Still standing at the window, arms crossed at his chest, his face turned away from her. She pick up her stuff and starts moving towards the door. Each step slower than the last one, still looking at the back of his head, her heart begging him to turn around and beg her to stay. He is aware of her moving towards the door, praying that he hear her say something before he hear the closing door. Just once.
The door shuts and so does his eyes. A tear escapes and rolls down on his face. She is carrying luggage but the weight of her thoughts is too much to carry. The cab driver see her coming down and jump out of his cab. He quickly take all the suitcases and put them in the trunk. He hear the cab's ignition and open his eyes. He watch her getting into the cab. He watch the driver getting into the driver's seat. All that is left there is some smoke now which fades away.
Their story have a perfect fairy tale ending. Because even if they are not together still they live happily ever after.
Just like we all do...............................
NOTE :- Above line has no relevance whatsoever to this post. However this is the best SMS that I have received in last five days.]
DISCLAIMER : Though the story below is inspired by some true events(thankfully not mine) I would still prefer to call it a work of fiction. That being said, I really do not know why people even bother to give disclaimers. They are worthless because your opinions, just like underwears, cannot be taken away or changed without your own free will.
This is the sixteenth consecutive day that they have been fighting over everything. And Nothing. It's not that they have not fought before. But this time it is like they are fighting to set a fighting record of some sort. Of their fights. This time it is also different because the silence between two sessions of arguments is not disturbed by the thought of what went wrong or she is right. He is standing there, in front of the big window, watching the world below. World that is moving so fast and its speed is only matched by his thoughts, though they are moving in the opposite direction. Towards his past.
He thinks about the time when he had met her for the first time and a smile crossed his face, quickly replaced by the sadness in his eyes. He thinks about the day they had expressed their love for each other. The first "I love you". First kiss, first hug, first movie, first ride on his bike with her, first evening spent together, first bench, first birthdays celebrated together, first anniversary, first ring, first fight, first tears. Thinking about all these firsts, his being, without even looking back, becomes aware of all the packed stuff. Her stuff. Five years packed in three suitcases.
Here comes the headache and he close his eyes.........
She come out of her office and wave at a cab. She looks out of her cab's window and watch the world rushing by her so swiftly. The speed with which the world is rushing by her is only matched by her thoughts. About her future. She thinks of all that she had dreamed of. Their marriage, their house, their family, their first kid, her name. How can she plan anything with a guy who is so insensitive about sensitiveness. A million things, unanswered questions revolving around her, so alive that she can actually see them written there like neon lights.
Here comes the headache and she close her eyes.........
He watch as the cab arrive below. She looks up from her cab and see him watching her from their apartment's window. Two people, once joined together by so many dreams of love, look at each other from their own side of the glass. Their windows literally separating their worlds now. She come out but the taxi doesn't leave. She open the door using her own key. There he is. Still standing at the window, arms crossed at his chest, his face turned away from her. She pick up her stuff and starts moving towards the door. Each step slower than the last one, still looking at the back of his head, her heart begging him to turn around and beg her to stay. He is aware of her moving towards the door, praying that he hear her say something before he hear the closing door. Just once.
The door shuts and so does his eyes. A tear escapes and rolls down on his face. She is carrying luggage but the weight of her thoughts is too much to carry. The cab driver see her coming down and jump out of his cab. He quickly take all the suitcases and put them in the trunk. He hear the cab's ignition and open his eyes. He watch her getting into the cab. He watch the driver getting into the driver's seat. All that is left there is some smoke now which fades away.
Their story have a perfect fairy tale ending. Because even if they are not together still they live happily ever after.
Just like we all do...............................
Thursday, April 15, 2010
"The GARBAGE and THE GARBAGE COLLECTOR"
I was standing in my balcony when I saw him. Wearing an over-sized black shirt which was less darker and muddier than his face, he carried a waste bag on his shoulder. His waste bag was taller and may be three times wider than him. He was wearing a trouser, again over-sized and tied around his waist with the help of a red colored ribbon. Maybe someone was kind enough to throw a ribbon that we use to decorate our Diwali and Christmas gifts with. And maybe he was lucky enough to pick it up well before another under-nourished kid in over-sized pants came along. He was bare-foot. I do not know what it feels like to walk with naked feet on a hot-summer road. His hairs were all ruffled up and muddy, with the lack of proper bath I guess. People pay to get that kind of hairdo these days.
With the serious expression usually associated to a bread-earner's face, he was walking very slowly, intently looking at the sides of the road. Whenever he found something interesting, he'd pick it up and put it in his bag. By interesting I mean, empty bottles or pieces of newspaper or plastic bags or cardboard, you get the picture right??.
The reason why I was standing there in my balcony was that after two day long convention at my place, I had to dispose off all that had accumulated at my place. I was waiting for the MCD van to pick things up and make my place ready for the next intellectual meet. And that's the reason I noticed the garbage collector. Just when he reached in front of a shop, he stopped. I could not see what he was staring at, at first.
If you too live in a colony where shops are an extension of one's residence then you might have noticed this. A shopkeeper orders so many things every day and they all come in card-board boxes. Boxes of 2 litre cold-drinks, packets of chips, maggi, whatever whatever. He was staring at those card-board boxes. A strange thought came to me then. May be I was looking at those cardboard boxes but he was looking at his lunch. Lunch that he will get after selling those empty boxes.Anyways, he tried to take one step towards those card-boards when the sixty year old shopkeeper moved like a bolt. I know the shopkeeper. He is always complaining about how bad his knees are and how old he has become. So old that his throat hurts if he tries to speak normally. That's when I heard him shout at the kid "Oye, chal yahan se!!". I was standing in my balcony on the first floor and my house is 5 houses away from his shop. But I heard him alright. I guess some situations in life call for desperate measures. Saving precious empty card-board boxes from a 11 year old garbage collector is one such situation. And the old man rose to the situation gloriously.
The boy moved on without even looking back at the shopkeeper. Stray dogs also ignore you like that. They will walk towards something lying out side your place, trying to sniff around and when you take a single step toward them, they move one. Because stray dogs, like that kid, know how people like us react. That's why they ignore you. Maybe because both are more concerned about the question of survival than reacting. So they do not waste time by protesting to a 60 year old man. They move on.
I don't know why but that's when I called out his name. I said "Oye". [Oye : Expression used by millions in India especially for calling people beneath them. You do not have to bother yourself about the name of any kid serving you at a dhaba or the puncture waala or rickshaw-puller. All you have to say is "Oye"]. I said "Oye". But he was busy. So this time I called out a bit louder. "Oye Ladke". He detached his eyes from the road for the first time. And looked up. With my hand I gestured him to come up. I called him inside, took him to the balcony and filled his bag with all the leftovers. Empty bottles of alcohol, empty pizza boxes and all the empty junk that you can imagine after an intellectual party. His bag was filled up to the brim.
I asked his name. He simply looked at me. As if the concept of name has not yet reached the place where he lived. I looked at him and his look said - He do not understand my world just as much as I do not understand his. I have been igonored many times in life and I know it hurts when somebody do that to you. But to be absolutly ignored as a fellow human-being. That I had never experienced. So I asked his name again. He mumbled "Hari". That's what he said and that's ALL he said. I asked him if he'll be able to pick up the bag. He didn't reply. Just picked the bag, turned around and was gone.
I came back inside and thought I did some good. I was happy that I had filled his bag with all the garbage that I can, so no shopkeeper will shout at him now. But then I realized, he never had any issues with somebody shouting at him. I did what I did because I wanted to feel like I have done something good. I thought he would be happy to get the bag and will remember me for the generosity that I had shown him. I rushed to the balcony thinking that he might look up and will give me a smile before he go. I saw him on the road, looking at the road again. Though this time ie was walking swiftly towards the direction he had come. Hari was not effected by my intentions. He probably was running towards his workplace to unload the bag and go out again.
That's when I realized that for me, Hari was a garbage collector who I thought I had helped by giving out all the garbage and he was a source of I-did-some-good but for him all I am was a bag full of garbage..........................
With the serious expression usually associated to a bread-earner's face, he was walking very slowly, intently looking at the sides of the road. Whenever he found something interesting, he'd pick it up and put it in his bag. By interesting I mean, empty bottles or pieces of newspaper or plastic bags or cardboard, you get the picture right??.
The reason why I was standing there in my balcony was that after two day long convention at my place, I had to dispose off all that had accumulated at my place. I was waiting for the MCD van to pick things up and make my place ready for the next intellectual meet. And that's the reason I noticed the garbage collector. Just when he reached in front of a shop, he stopped. I could not see what he was staring at, at first.
If you too live in a colony where shops are an extension of one's residence then you might have noticed this. A shopkeeper orders so many things every day and they all come in card-board boxes. Boxes of 2 litre cold-drinks, packets of chips, maggi, whatever whatever. He was staring at those card-board boxes. A strange thought came to me then. May be I was looking at those cardboard boxes but he was looking at his lunch. Lunch that he will get after selling those empty boxes.Anyways, he tried to take one step towards those card-boards when the sixty year old shopkeeper moved like a bolt. I know the shopkeeper. He is always complaining about how bad his knees are and how old he has become. So old that his throat hurts if he tries to speak normally. That's when I heard him shout at the kid "Oye, chal yahan se!!". I was standing in my balcony on the first floor and my house is 5 houses away from his shop. But I heard him alright. I guess some situations in life call for desperate measures. Saving precious empty card-board boxes from a 11 year old garbage collector is one such situation. And the old man rose to the situation gloriously.
The boy moved on without even looking back at the shopkeeper. Stray dogs also ignore you like that. They will walk towards something lying out side your place, trying to sniff around and when you take a single step toward them, they move one. Because stray dogs, like that kid, know how people like us react. That's why they ignore you. Maybe because both are more concerned about the question of survival than reacting. So they do not waste time by protesting to a 60 year old man. They move on.
I don't know why but that's when I called out his name. I said "Oye". [Oye : Expression used by millions in India especially for calling people beneath them. You do not have to bother yourself about the name of any kid serving you at a dhaba or the puncture waala or rickshaw-puller. All you have to say is "Oye"]. I said "Oye". But he was busy. So this time I called out a bit louder. "Oye Ladke". He detached his eyes from the road for the first time. And looked up. With my hand I gestured him to come up. I called him inside, took him to the balcony and filled his bag with all the leftovers. Empty bottles of alcohol, empty pizza boxes and all the empty junk that you can imagine after an intellectual party. His bag was filled up to the brim.
I asked his name. He simply looked at me. As if the concept of name has not yet reached the place where he lived. I looked at him and his look said - He do not understand my world just as much as I do not understand his. I have been igonored many times in life and I know it hurts when somebody do that to you. But to be absolutly ignored as a fellow human-being. That I had never experienced. So I asked his name again. He mumbled "Hari". That's what he said and that's ALL he said. I asked him if he'll be able to pick up the bag. He didn't reply. Just picked the bag, turned around and was gone.
I came back inside and thought I did some good. I was happy that I had filled his bag with all the garbage that I can, so no shopkeeper will shout at him now. But then I realized, he never had any issues with somebody shouting at him. I did what I did because I wanted to feel like I have done something good. I thought he would be happy to get the bag and will remember me for the generosity that I had shown him. I rushed to the balcony thinking that he might look up and will give me a smile before he go. I saw him on the road, looking at the road again. Though this time ie was walking swiftly towards the direction he had come. Hari was not effected by my intentions. He probably was running towards his workplace to unload the bag and go out again.
That's when I realized that for me, Hari was a garbage collector who I thought I had helped by giving out all the garbage and he was a source of I-did-some-good but for him all I am was a bag full of garbage..........................
Friday, April 9, 2010
"BLACK and WHITE
Black has been my favorite color god knows since when. As a child I always liked to paint and that I did with wax crayons, pencils colors, water, poster, oils, just plain pencil sketchings et cetra et cetra. One thing that has always drawn me is the contrast between black and white color and I always wondered while looking at a chessboard how amazing would it be just to paint things using these two. Based on this concept of the contrast between black and white, I have started painting recently.
Further I have painted in two-column, three column, diagonal-divide and random division. I have included some examples of all four below
3-column
Diagonal-divide
Random-division
Further I have painted in two-column, three column, diagonal-divide and random division. I have included some examples of all four below
2-Column
3-column
Diagonal-divide
Random-division
I have also painted some samples with four columns and some other patterns. But I am still waiting to upload them. It would take some time before they really start rolling out. Do tell me how the concept is looking in the begginning. I was also thinking of actually making more complex pictures using just these two colors. Or would you say "Simple" is the word...huh??
P.S : For some more you can also click on the "ME WITH BRUSH" tab
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
'LOVE, SEX and DHOKHA" : A nation of Voyeurism
{DISCLAIMER : Author believes most of you have grown up in last few months to a certain level and will now have some broader sense of the world around you.}
Tell me honestly how many of you had guessed that there will be a post with this title on my blog???. People you must be thinking if I am going to write about "LOVE, SEX and DHOKHA" and I know it was never a matter of "IF" I am going to write about it. It was "WHEN" I am going to write about it. A mean a guy like me(you can stop smiling now) will not miss on a chance like this. With all my heart I had wanted to prove you all wrong this time by not writing about it. About the deadly trilogy of Love and sex and dokha. No, really I wanted to prove you all wrong. And it has been two weeks since this movie got released, watched, criticized, reviewed, re-reviewed by who-ever-who is really into movies or do not have a cellphone capable of playing mms-es(can anybody tell me the plural for MMS??) in 3gp format. Or if they have a cell-phone with this function they do not have right opportunities to indulge in this kind'ov entertainment.[Sigh]
I am not gonna bore you by ranting on like its another movie review and I vow not to take out the frustration on you. The frustration of spending 150 bucks on a movie, a movie which by the way had less sex than an average bollywood flick starring Mallika Sherawat[Honestly, they should have named it "DHOKHA" only]
To cut short on a long story let me tell you what this movie is about. The concept is known as VOYEURISM. The Dictionary meaning of the word is given below :
Voyeurism
voy·eur (voi-yûr)
n.
1. A person who derives sexual gratification from observing the naked bodies or sexual acts of others, especially from a secret vantage point.
2. An obsessive observer of sordid or sensational subjects.
Most of us can do the mistake of confusing PORN with VOYEURISM. But the main difference between the two is while in PORN the people involved have the exact idea of them being filmed by a camera, in VOYEURISM they don't. [Its like confusing Rajnikant with Mithun]
Earlier, I mean before the advent of cellphones and than later on with the addition of so called mega-pixels, this concept of voyeurism existed in a very simple form which even if not all of you but many of you know by the term : WINDOW-WATCHING.
For the benefit of those who do not know what window watching is, let me explain. A testosterone-driven-male who happens to chance upon some girl's affection will invite his friends to watch him go down with her, without her knowledge. This was done just to prove that he is ACTUALLY going around with that girl, and, and that he is capable of doing what he say he can.
[Note : Watching Surj### while he brushes his teeth in the washroom does not count as window-watching]
And so my dear friends, this little tool that we carry in our pockets[I am talking about the cell phone here] is the reason for taking something which was once a local thing to the level of an international brand[latest being Katrina Kaif's sister Isabella].
"MMS"
Now I am sure that all of you, like me, have watched almost all the MMS-es(see?? I really need the plural here.) that are doing the rounds from so many years(I was in 11th std when 'DPS Kaand' became public news) and I am not sure what you have done with them but here I would like to have a talk with the ladies.
What have you done about it????
hmmmmm.............
hmmmmm........
hmmmmmm.......
Exactly!!!! NOTHING.
So, again I rephrase the question and ask this : What CAN you do??
See, I have a point here that I want to make. The whole point why these mms(AAAAHHHH the plural. Guys do with the singular term here and think its plural) work is based on one simple fact. Its shows a girl and the face of the the guy is almost always not shown.
Now think logicaly. WHY??. Why do these guys do not show their faces while making those MMS[I have given up. I really wanted to use a plural here]. You know why??. Because realise this. In this world a guy stands to loose as much as you, if his face comes in that mms!!!
So here are some pointers which I think you can use
1] When you are going around with a guy, take his pictures while he is doing something like brushing his teeth, taking bath. Without his knowledge off course. You'll be amazed to see how playful guys can become in the lonliness of their washrooms. You make a video and release it on youtube.
2] Make a profile of him on Orkut, with all these photos, declare him a homosexual who is looking for others of his kind. Don't forget to mention his current phone number with a little discription in 'About me' that might go like : I like riding wild horses[Wink, Wink]
3] You can distribute his number among your friends and start making him run from one place to another. At first he won't mind but even a dog chases the car upto a certain point and then gives up.
This might not change anything at first but if you take an initiative, start collecting those emberrasing moments of guys on your cellphones, start releasing them on youtube, it might, it just might scare millions of other budding directors and actors who are sporting a cell phone and taking your girl out for dinner.
To the most important part :
You all must be wondering why I have put the photos of Namtiha(she is a south indian actress). Well to display a simple fact that 99% guys read this post just to find exactly what I have written about this girl and 100% girls read it to find out what I have written about this girl!!!!
And for the samples of what I am talking about, I am adding two more pics below. I am not sure how many guys out there can afford their video on the you tube while they are taking a bath, but it must have got you thinking ................right???
Tell me honestly how many of you had guessed that there will be a post with this title on my blog???. People you must be thinking if I am going to write about "LOVE, SEX and DHOKHA" and I know it was never a matter of "IF" I am going to write about it. It was "WHEN" I am going to write about it. A mean a guy like me(you can stop smiling now) will not miss on a chance like this. With all my heart I had wanted to prove you all wrong this time by not writing about it. About the deadly trilogy of Love and sex and dokha. No, really I wanted to prove you all wrong. And it has been two weeks since this movie got released, watched, criticized, reviewed, re-reviewed by who-ever-who is really into movies or do not have a cellphone capable of playing mms-es(can anybody tell me the plural for MMS??) in 3gp format. Or if they have a cell-phone with this function they do not have right opportunities to indulge in this kind'ov entertainment.[Sigh]
I am not gonna bore you by ranting on like its another movie review and I vow not to take out the frustration on you. The frustration of spending 150 bucks on a movie, a movie which by the way had less sex than an average bollywood flick starring Mallika Sherawat[Honestly, they should have named it "DHOKHA" only]
To cut short on a long story let me tell you what this movie is about. The concept is known as VOYEURISM. The Dictionary meaning of the word is given below :
Voyeurism
voy·eur (voi-yûr)
n.
1. A person who derives sexual gratification from observing the naked bodies or sexual acts of others, especially from a secret vantage point.
2. An obsessive observer of sordid or sensational subjects.
Most of us can do the mistake of confusing PORN with VOYEURISM. But the main difference between the two is while in PORN the people involved have the exact idea of them being filmed by a camera, in VOYEURISM they don't. [Its like confusing Rajnikant with Mithun]
Earlier, I mean before the advent of cellphones and than later on with the addition of so called mega-pixels, this concept of voyeurism existed in a very simple form which even if not all of you but many of you know by the term : WINDOW-WATCHING.
For the benefit of those who do not know what window watching is, let me explain. A testosterone-driven-male who happens to chance upon some girl's affection will invite his friends to watch him go down with her, without her knowledge. This was done just to prove that he is ACTUALLY going around with that girl, and, and that he is capable of doing what he say he can.
[Note : Watching Surj### while he brushes his teeth in the washroom does not count as window-watching]
And so my dear friends, this little tool that we carry in our pockets[I am talking about the cell phone here] is the reason for taking something which was once a local thing to the level of an international brand[latest being Katrina Kaif's sister Isabella].
"MMS"
Now I am sure that all of you, like me, have watched almost all the MMS-es(see?? I really need the plural here.) that are doing the rounds from so many years(I was in 11th std when 'DPS Kaand' became public news) and I am not sure what you have done with them but here I would like to have a talk with the ladies.
What have you done about it????
hmmmmm.............
hmmmmm........
hmmmmmm.......
Exactly!!!! NOTHING.
So, again I rephrase the question and ask this : What CAN you do??
See, I have a point here that I want to make. The whole point why these mms(AAAAHHHH the plural. Guys do with the singular term here and think its plural) work is based on one simple fact. Its shows a girl and the face of the the guy is almost always not shown.
Now think logicaly. WHY??. Why do these guys do not show their faces while making those MMS[I have given up. I really wanted to use a plural here]. You know why??. Because realise this. In this world a guy stands to loose as much as you, if his face comes in that mms!!!
So here are some pointers which I think you can use
1] When you are going around with a guy, take his pictures while he is doing something like brushing his teeth, taking bath. Without his knowledge off course. You'll be amazed to see how playful guys can become in the lonliness of their washrooms. You make a video and release it on youtube.
2] Make a profile of him on Orkut, with all these photos, declare him a homosexual who is looking for others of his kind. Don't forget to mention his current phone number with a little discription in 'About me' that might go like : I like riding wild horses[Wink, Wink]
3] You can distribute his number among your friends and start making him run from one place to another. At first he won't mind but even a dog chases the car upto a certain point and then gives up.
This might not change anything at first but if you take an initiative, start collecting those emberrasing moments of guys on your cellphones, start releasing them on youtube, it might, it just might scare millions of other budding directors and actors who are sporting a cell phone and taking your girl out for dinner.
To the most important part :
You all must be wondering why I have put the photos of Namtiha(she is a south indian actress). Well to display a simple fact that 99% guys read this post just to find exactly what I have written about this girl and 100% girls read it to find out what I have written about this girl!!!!
And for the samples of what I am talking about, I am adding two more pics below. I am not sure how many guys out there can afford their video on the you tube while they are taking a bath, but it must have got you thinking ................right???
Thursday, March 25, 2010
"BEGINNING OF A JOURNEY"
I have always believed in this – “Its not the destination that make a journey interesting. Its the other way around. ITS THE JOURNEY THAT MAKE DESTINATIONS WORTHWHILE”.
I have started on a new journey and its only the journey that I want to enjoy.
So folks, this one would be told only through pictures.
Here we go.........................................................
This is how it started at 05.45 on a Saturday morning. My whole colony was fast asleep. This is me at the start of it
For all the night creatures of Delhi, below sights are. For those who have not ventured out in the night in Delhi, take a look……
Then we stopped for morning tea while waiting for others to arrive. Its good to have a cup of tea that early in the morning. Though summers have arrived way too early this year but it was chilly in the morning. People who think that only call center executives do a night shift, for them here is an eye opener. The chai-waala was just 14 yrs old doing a night shift in front of Anand –vihar bus-stand.
Manish and Yusuf arrived. He was dressed rather conservatively so we had to make him change his clothes. For more explicit pictures of him, you’ll have to read his blog. Though I am not sure if he will be releasing them soon.
Anyways both the bikes were on the road while sun had decided to come up a little bit
Couldn’t let the sun go like this. Here’s the morning sun for you……….
We had decided to take a stop at the first dhaba on road and have our breakfast. But before doing that, breakfast for our bikes was needed. So we stopped first to get them their food……
After they had their fill, both bikes were back on road. Take a look at the road as well and the country side along it. Morning fog was there and the air had a chillness in it.
We couldn’t keep ourselves away from the green fields and decided to become Sharukh. We were searching for a “Sarson ka Khet” like in DDLJ but then one of us said its not the season for sarson. So we had to satisfy ourselves with a wheat field………………..
Obviously while we were posing we forgot that it was somebody’s field we are standing in. The farmer cam and we had to run…………..
Anyways after a close shave from the owner we reached the dhaba we were lookin for. Was time to have our breakfast…
The dhaba we reached was this………Also I couldn’t help notice a strange thing. Whoever had written the direction for not to enter without permission also had the sense of telling people who to take permission from, if you want to enter. Wish that kind of sense come to educated India as well. :P
We had “Kullad ki chai” after a very very long time. Couldn’t stop myself from clicking this one………..
Well we finished the chai in no time……..I wanted to click one more………………..
Its not that we didn’t eat anything. I couldn’t remember what we ate so you can find that yourself……..
After both the bikes and the bikers were well fed., we were ready for the road…….a little laughter before we went ahead……………..
And ashirvaad from “Shri Naresh Bhagwaan” we set off for our journey. You must be wondering who is “Naresh Bhagwaan!!!”. Well here you go……………
So we set our horses on the road again……….
Suddenly we remembered that we haven’t had anything sweet after a wonderful breakfast. Well we decided to get some for ourselves and that’s when the sugarcane fields came in handy………………….While two of us decided to steal the sugarcanes, me and Himanshu got busy in some photo shoot.
Young thieves entering and returning successfully….
While Himanshu was getting himself clicked……….
We couldn’t repeat the morning incident so I was keeping an eye open for the farmer as well……..
Anyways the mission to get sweets was successful and we started riding to find a suitable place to sit, relax and enjoy our loot…………………….Finally we found one such place…………………
The next hour was spent sitting on mango branches and eating sugar canes. So nobody bothered to click any pictures. The smell was so sweet. Air was heavy with the pollination for mangoes and the shade was so cool that few off us even dozed off for a while. Then finally we said goodbye to this beautiful place and managed to click one before leaving…………….
After this we started riding. The NH-24 here was real smooth and we had no problems running at a steady speed of 85 Kmph. But then we had to stop again because of these sights……………
These pics are of the “Ghadmukteshwar Mandir” and The ganga ghat along it. You could see the vast expanse of Ganga, also known as “Ghad Ganga” here. We offered our prayers to the life-giving water of Ganga and teek to road again. It was amazing to find a McDonalds here(the only one we saw all through our journey). We would have gone in to get a burger or two, but it clearly stated “NO ENTRY”. So we gave it a pass………
As I have already told you that the road here was butter smooth. So I decided to give Avenger a little push. Surprisingly it touched 100kmph without a sneeze………….
Obviously riding it at that speed, we left Manish and Himanshu behind. Way behind I would say. And we reached Moradabad Toll Office about 30 minutes before them. A call placed on Manish’s number confirmed that they’re going to take atleast 45 minutes to reach us. So we decided to take a break and wait for them. Offcourse we were not sitting around idle. We did some clicks…………..
The second bike arrived and without delay we started riding again. It was lunch time and we all were feeling hungary. So again we decided that we will not stop until we reach a nice road-side dhaba. It was already decided that we are not going to have our lunch in a restaurant in any town or city that came in our way. It had to be a road side dhaba. Finaaly we found one and boy!!! Did we crashed into it, You bet we did
We had full lunch. And by full I mean full. We were starving so much that again I couldn’t click any more. Nor can anybody else. The taste was real yum and we topped it of with chai’s. The “chacha “ who served us was real cool. Here’s a pic of him……………..
We reached Ramnagar at around 19:00. When we went to get our safari booked, we were told that all the bookings for the morning were already done. The options we had was to stay somewhere in Ramnagar for the night, get our safari booked in the morning at 04:00 am and then wait till 14:00 to get started. Well we thought why to wait for people to take us to an adventure. And then we thought that thinking…..such a waste of time!!!. So we decided to ride on……….
Ride on into the night and reach Nainital. So here we go………………………………..
If morning had brought us sun than night gave us the gift of a beautiful moon…………………………….
We rode for about 2 hours into the night. Its was going up and we could only see as far as the headlights of our bikes went. It was like playing a video game with all the twists and turns. Riding like this again made us hungry but there was only darkness on both sides of the road. All who come from the countryside know that night come a little too early in those areas and 21:00 pm is like 01:00 am there. We had not hoped to find anything until we reached Nainital but to our amazement and our stomach’s delight we found this…………………………
Again for all those who think only call-center executives work at night, please consider this………His name is Pamkaj and he is 09 years old. He was doing a night shift to help his dad take care of the shop. We watched IPL match with him while we ate magi and chai……………..
Pankaj wanted to get his photo clicked before we rode again…..so we took this. I even asked him for his e-mail id and promised to send this pic to him. He don’t have a email id right now, probably doesn’t even know what I was talking about….I but wish one day he’ll have one
So we bade our goodbyes to Pankaj and his shop to ride again. We rode until we saw Nanital. The pic wouldn’t be able to capture how it really looked like in the night, but it did look like somebody had scattered loads of chiny pearls in the night. From where we saw it, we were able to look at both. The million starts above and uncountable starts below!!!!
And……..
Nainital’s reflection in the lake…………………
We reached the chowk. While I and Manish were arranging for some lodging, Himanshu decided to fool around……….
She was looking at him all the time………
Anyways, we were able to find a decent room for the night and decided to sleep. I was the first to wake up next morning. This is the first shot I took……………….
Here’s a look at the three smart bikers ready to take on the world…………………..in their sleep off-course…………
We got ready for one more day of riding and clicking away. While riding we came to this place which I am sure you all might have seen, when going to Nainital. This is called the suicide point and rightly so. If you jump from here you wouldn’t touch a thing before 250 fts. Anyways it was a thrill for all of us to get on the top of it.
Here’s Manish contemplating a jump himself. He changed his mind when Himanshu pointed out the the missing parachute from his back and I convinced Manish that the things he has on both sides are called ARMS not WINGS……. ….
Here’s him thinking of jumping……………….
But then I asked him to fan out his arms and try to move them up and down, see if he is able to fly!!!!!
Anyways he came down after we started throwing stones at him. Then I decided to take some rest. The best ever sofa I have sat on till now…………………….
There was enough space for one guy to stand…..but ………..
And here’s Yusuf doing a Ranbir Kapoor on the sucide point.
But then he decided to sit back and relax………………………
Just like Himanshu…………………………..
And below are the two guys whom you have always seen in formal shirts and pants….dedicated to the guys they were………..and are…………………
Anyways we decided to move ahead. Our original plan was to reach Corbett fall before lunch, but while driving down we saw a dirt road going up the hill. So we decided to turn our bikes in that direction. It was a no road show and we didn’t stop until we reached the stop. You can see both the bikes taking rest under the shade over the hilltop……..
There I saw these beautiful wild flowers. The original size is not more than a 50 paise coin. But they deserved to be clicked…………………..
While I was busy taking pictures of the wild flowers, the two thorns decided that they are more photogenic than the flowers, so I had to click them……………….just for the comparison take a look……………………….
When I refused to click them further, Yusuf became a little emotional and jumped from the hill. I had to click him(it could have been his only pic for a long time. His foot had to pay the price later for this dare devil-ness………………..
We spent around an hour fooling around on that hill top. There are many other pics that were clicked. To see all of them you’ll have to visit my piccassa album. Anyways we again took to the road which by the way looked like it just jumped out of a calendar……………………….
We didn’t stop until we finally reached Corbett waterfall. It was awesome and had an amazing affect if you look at it while standing under a hot sun overhead………………………
Well Yusuf and Manish decided to jump into the waterfall as soon as we reached there……………….
Then the big crocodile decided to enter………………………………
Himanshu needed some persuasion………………
But started collecting god-knows-what right after he jumped into the pool………………….
While the others were having fun, the crocodile was clicking these pictures……………………….
We spent a good part of three hours after which we had our lunch at a roadside dhaba and then didn’t stop anywhere until we reached Delhi………….
This was the final meter reading after we reached my place………………………
I have started on a new journey and its only the journey that I want to enjoy.
So folks, this one would be told only through pictures.
Here we go.........................................................
This is how it started at 05.45 on a Saturday morning. My whole colony was fast asleep. This is me at the start of it
For all the night creatures of Delhi, below sights are. For those who have not ventured out in the night in Delhi, take a look……
Then we stopped for morning tea while waiting for others to arrive. Its good to have a cup of tea that early in the morning. Though summers have arrived way too early this year but it was chilly in the morning. People who think that only call center executives do a night shift, for them here is an eye opener. The chai-waala was just 14 yrs old doing a night shift in front of Anand –vihar bus-stand.
Manish and Yusuf arrived. He was dressed rather conservatively so we had to make him change his clothes. For more explicit pictures of him, you’ll have to read his blog. Though I am not sure if he will be releasing them soon.
Anyways both the bikes were on the road while sun had decided to come up a little bit
Couldn’t let the sun go like this. Here’s the morning sun for you……….
We had decided to take a stop at the first dhaba on road and have our breakfast. But before doing that, breakfast for our bikes was needed. So we stopped first to get them their food……
After they had their fill, both bikes were back on road. Take a look at the road as well and the country side along it. Morning fog was there and the air had a chillness in it.
We couldn’t keep ourselves away from the green fields and decided to become Sharukh. We were searching for a “Sarson ka Khet” like in DDLJ but then one of us said its not the season for sarson. So we had to satisfy ourselves with a wheat field………………..
Obviously while we were posing we forgot that it was somebody’s field we are standing in. The farmer cam and we had to run…………..
Anyways after a close shave from the owner we reached the dhaba we were lookin for. Was time to have our breakfast…
The dhaba we reached was this………Also I couldn’t help notice a strange thing. Whoever had written the direction for not to enter without permission also had the sense of telling people who to take permission from, if you want to enter. Wish that kind of sense come to educated India as well. :P
We had “Kullad ki chai” after a very very long time. Couldn’t stop myself from clicking this one………..
Well we finished the chai in no time……..I wanted to click one more………………..
Its not that we didn’t eat anything. I couldn’t remember what we ate so you can find that yourself……..
After both the bikes and the bikers were well fed., we were ready for the road…….a little laughter before we went ahead……………..
And ashirvaad from “Shri Naresh Bhagwaan” we set off for our journey. You must be wondering who is “Naresh Bhagwaan!!!”. Well here you go……………
So we set our horses on the road again……….
Suddenly we remembered that we haven’t had anything sweet after a wonderful breakfast. Well we decided to get some for ourselves and that’s when the sugarcane fields came in handy………………….While two of us decided to steal the sugarcanes, me and Himanshu got busy in some photo shoot.
Young thieves entering and returning successfully….
While Himanshu was getting himself clicked……….
We couldn’t repeat the morning incident so I was keeping an eye open for the farmer as well……..
Anyways the mission to get sweets was successful and we started riding to find a suitable place to sit, relax and enjoy our loot…………………….Finally we found one such place…………………
The next hour was spent sitting on mango branches and eating sugar canes. So nobody bothered to click any pictures. The smell was so sweet. Air was heavy with the pollination for mangoes and the shade was so cool that few off us even dozed off for a while. Then finally we said goodbye to this beautiful place and managed to click one before leaving…………….
After this we started riding. The NH-24 here was real smooth and we had no problems running at a steady speed of 85 Kmph. But then we had to stop again because of these sights……………
These pics are of the “Ghadmukteshwar Mandir” and The ganga ghat along it. You could see the vast expanse of Ganga, also known as “Ghad Ganga” here. We offered our prayers to the life-giving water of Ganga and teek to road again. It was amazing to find a McDonalds here(the only one we saw all through our journey). We would have gone in to get a burger or two, but it clearly stated “NO ENTRY”. So we gave it a pass………
As I have already told you that the road here was butter smooth. So I decided to give Avenger a little push. Surprisingly it touched 100kmph without a sneeze………….
Obviously riding it at that speed, we left Manish and Himanshu behind. Way behind I would say. And we reached Moradabad Toll Office about 30 minutes before them. A call placed on Manish’s number confirmed that they’re going to take atleast 45 minutes to reach us. So we decided to take a break and wait for them. Offcourse we were not sitting around idle. We did some clicks…………..
The second bike arrived and without delay we started riding again. It was lunch time and we all were feeling hungary. So again we decided that we will not stop until we reach a nice road-side dhaba. It was already decided that we are not going to have our lunch in a restaurant in any town or city that came in our way. It had to be a road side dhaba. Finaaly we found one and boy!!! Did we crashed into it, You bet we did
We had full lunch. And by full I mean full. We were starving so much that again I couldn’t click any more. Nor can anybody else. The taste was real yum and we topped it of with chai’s. The “chacha “ who served us was real cool. Here’s a pic of him……………..
We reached Ramnagar at around 19:00. When we went to get our safari booked, we were told that all the bookings for the morning were already done. The options we had was to stay somewhere in Ramnagar for the night, get our safari booked in the morning at 04:00 am and then wait till 14:00 to get started. Well we thought why to wait for people to take us to an adventure. And then we thought that thinking…..such a waste of time!!!. So we decided to ride on……….
Ride on into the night and reach Nainital. So here we go………………………………..
If morning had brought us sun than night gave us the gift of a beautiful moon…………………………….
We rode for about 2 hours into the night. Its was going up and we could only see as far as the headlights of our bikes went. It was like playing a video game with all the twists and turns. Riding like this again made us hungry but there was only darkness on both sides of the road. All who come from the countryside know that night come a little too early in those areas and 21:00 pm is like 01:00 am there. We had not hoped to find anything until we reached Nainital but to our amazement and our stomach’s delight we found this…………………………
Again for all those who think only call-center executives work at night, please consider this………His name is Pamkaj and he is 09 years old. He was doing a night shift to help his dad take care of the shop. We watched IPL match with him while we ate magi and chai……………..
Pankaj wanted to get his photo clicked before we rode again…..so we took this. I even asked him for his e-mail id and promised to send this pic to him. He don’t have a email id right now, probably doesn’t even know what I was talking about….I but wish one day he’ll have one
So we bade our goodbyes to Pankaj and his shop to ride again. We rode until we saw Nanital. The pic wouldn’t be able to capture how it really looked like in the night, but it did look like somebody had scattered loads of chiny pearls in the night. From where we saw it, we were able to look at both. The million starts above and uncountable starts below!!!!
And……..
Nainital’s reflection in the lake…………………
We reached the chowk. While I and Manish were arranging for some lodging, Himanshu decided to fool around……….
She was looking at him all the time………
Anyways, we were able to find a decent room for the night and decided to sleep. I was the first to wake up next morning. This is the first shot I took……………….
Here’s a look at the three smart bikers ready to take on the world…………………..in their sleep off-course…………
We got ready for one more day of riding and clicking away. While riding we came to this place which I am sure you all might have seen, when going to Nainital. This is called the suicide point and rightly so. If you jump from here you wouldn’t touch a thing before 250 fts. Anyways it was a thrill for all of us to get on the top of it.
Here’s Manish contemplating a jump himself. He changed his mind when Himanshu pointed out the the missing parachute from his back and I convinced Manish that the things he has on both sides are called ARMS not WINGS……. ….
Here’s him thinking of jumping……………….
But then I asked him to fan out his arms and try to move them up and down, see if he is able to fly!!!!!
Anyways he came down after we started throwing stones at him. Then I decided to take some rest. The best ever sofa I have sat on till now…………………….
There was enough space for one guy to stand…..but ………..
And here’s Yusuf doing a Ranbir Kapoor on the sucide point.
But then he decided to sit back and relax………………………
Just like Himanshu…………………………..
And below are the two guys whom you have always seen in formal shirts and pants….dedicated to the guys they were………..and are…………………
Anyways we decided to move ahead. Our original plan was to reach Corbett fall before lunch, but while driving down we saw a dirt road going up the hill. So we decided to turn our bikes in that direction. It was a no road show and we didn’t stop until we reached the stop. You can see both the bikes taking rest under the shade over the hilltop……..
There I saw these beautiful wild flowers. The original size is not more than a 50 paise coin. But they deserved to be clicked…………………..
While I was busy taking pictures of the wild flowers, the two thorns decided that they are more photogenic than the flowers, so I had to click them……………….just for the comparison take a look……………………….
When I refused to click them further, Yusuf became a little emotional and jumped from the hill. I had to click him(it could have been his only pic for a long time. His foot had to pay the price later for this dare devil-ness………………..
We spent around an hour fooling around on that hill top. There are many other pics that were clicked. To see all of them you’ll have to visit my piccassa album. Anyways we again took to the road which by the way looked like it just jumped out of a calendar……………………….
We didn’t stop until we finally reached Corbett waterfall. It was awesome and had an amazing affect if you look at it while standing under a hot sun overhead………………………
Well Yusuf and Manish decided to jump into the waterfall as soon as we reached there……………….
Then the big crocodile decided to enter………………………………
Himanshu needed some persuasion………………
But started collecting god-knows-what right after he jumped into the pool………………….
While the others were having fun, the crocodile was clicking these pictures……………………….
We spent a good part of three hours after which we had our lunch at a roadside dhaba and then didn’t stop anywhere until we reached Delhi………….
This was the final meter reading after we reached my place………………………
Well to tell you the truth I am not sure if I can say this is the best outing I have ever had in my life but when the great list would be written, it surely would be counted as THE FIRST EVER of its kind for me. Six hundred eighty two pictures and six hundred seventy one kilometers will not be able to define what we all felt for those not counted moments but.........
I can tell you for sure that the best moments were those when none of us had the time to click them …………..
And the last picture of this road trip………………………………………………….
The only words coming to my mind are……………………
“Main akela he chala tha janib-e-manzil magar,
log milte gaye aur karwan banta gaya”
[I set out alone for my destination, but people kept joining me along the way and formed a multitude].
I can tell you for sure that the best moments were those when none of us had the time to click them …………..
And the last picture of this road trip………………………………………………….
The only words coming to my mind are……………………
“Main akela he chala tha janib-e-manzil magar,
log milte gaye aur karwan banta gaya”
[I set out alone for my destination, but people kept joining me along the way and formed a multitude].
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