Elderly Morons...

They desired the astro'logic'ical prediction to acquiesce and the caste be in sync
He knew it wouldn't work out that way
She did not have a choice but to listen to them
He/She parted with pain, they wallowed in their shallow triumph!

Day-Night Conversations...

Daily, as I watch the sun go down and as the night sky cover, I get a strong feeling that Day and Night are just like passionate lovers. I sincerely feel that they share a special relationship among themselves. But everyday, they get only two chances to meet up with each other, once during dusk and once during dawn. And that’s precisely less than hour. Do they really get to talk during that one hour? If they do, what would they converse?? Right from my childhood, I’ve been wondering if the Day and Night get to interact during the twilight. And if they did, maybe this is what would happen.

(Note: Please make a conscious effort not to let your knowledge of science take over, as this is my complete imagination!)

One evening,

Day: Hey, whats up?

Night: Things are good, how bout u?

Day: Yaa, am fine too. But its been a long day for me..

Night: Oh yaa, I know – this is summer. No wonder! Days are supposed to be longer..

Day: Hmmm….So, u all set for u’r turn of work?

Night: Yaa, am all fresh and ready.

Day: Good. Have a great time!

And the Night continues to maintain the darkness to the world for over 9 hours and then by dawn, gets to meet the Day once again.

Day: Hey, Howz u??

Night: I’m good.

Day: How was u’r work?

Night: Not too bad. The world slept. I watched.

Day: I bet you had a good night!

Night: So, u ready for u’r day?

Day: Oh yaa. Am waiting to shower light!

Night: Ok, u have a great time! Its time I go..

Day: Sure, see ya in the evening.

Night: Bye.

So, this way Day and night continued their schedule for millions of years. But they never got a chance to meet for more than an hour and express themselves, until one dusk..

Day: Hey, you are a bit early today.

Night: I know, its winter and days are supposed to be shorter.

Day: You are right and its good for me!

Night: I’m tired. But this meeting of ours makes me feel good.

Day: I feel the same too.

Night: I spend all my night, waiting to see you in the morning. And I wait again to see you in the evening. I can’t imagine what would happen, if we don’t meet up one day.

Day: Ohh, I can’t even think about it.

Night: Maybe this world would come to a stand still.

Day: Very true. Whatever, I’m sure this world wouldn’t take that.

Night: We hafta meet each other daily and that’s how we are made to be.

Day: Yaa, I like this though!.

Night: And am sure, we both are absolutely made for each other.

Day: I agree.

Night: Ok, its high time you go.

Day: Bye.

The next day morning,

Night: You are baaacckkkk!!

Day: Good to see you.

Night: So, how are things?

Day: I couldn’t get sleep. I have been thinking about you.

Night: Oh really?

Day: We weren’t like this before.

Night: Maybe, we like each other a lot more than we thought we did!

Day: Yaa, I think I like you a lot. You are my only relief after every long day.

Night: And I love you..

Day: What?? You love me? Oh, you are fast!

Night: C’mon – its been eons, we have been meeting this way, doing nothing.

Day: What do you expect us to do?

Night: Can we kiss?

Day: Oh my God! You have gone absolutely crazy!

Night: No, I’m not.

Day: You better be going. My brother SUN is out and if he knows, he’s gonna scorch you out.

Night: Yaa, I can see that you are getting brighter...

Day: You better leave then.

Night: Ok, Cya in the evening..

Day : B’bye.

The same evening,

Day: You are coming earlier nowadays.

Night: yaa, I wanna meet you.

Day: Don’t try to flatter me.

Night: No really.

Day: So, how long do we have today?

Night: Not long. So, how did things go?

Day: Kind of ok. Your thoughts again!

Night: And that’s it! You are in love for sure.

Day: Don’t be stupid.

Night: No, I’m sure this is it! This is love..

Day: How are you so sure?

Night: I know about love better than you do.

Day: How can you say that?

Night: I’m destined to be. That’s why most of this world think about love in the nights, when I’m up.

Day: Oh no, you can’t be right.

Night: Yes, I am.

Day: How??

Night: All things related to Love are meant to happen in the nights – Romantic dinner, Dreams, Parties and of course, Sex.

Day: Ohh yaa, maybe you are right!

Night: So, can we kiss now?

Day: Are you kidding?

Night: I’m really serious. Please.

Day: Don’t be silly! Your sister Moon is already out there in the corner, watching us.

Night: Oh, not again. She is the most impatient celestial creation I’ve ever seen.

Day: Don’t blame your sister. She’s just doing her job.

Night: Hell with her job! Who asked her to come so early?

Day: And don’t forget those birds returning to their nests and animals, returning to their home and humans too, returning from work. They all are watching us. We can’t kiss like this in public!

Night: Oh my! So, can I never kiss you?

Day: Maybe, there’ll be a day, where it’ll be only you and me. I shall kiss you then!

Night: Are you sure such a moment would come?

Day: I am very sure.

Night: Now the same question to you. How can you be so sure?

Day: The same answer. Because I’m destined to be smarter than you.

Night: Oh no, stop this!

Day: You wouldn’t believe, would you? The whole world is active only in the days, when I’m up.

Night: Does that make you any smarter than I am?

Day: It sure does. And don’t forget more than 90% of humans work in days, 95% of Animals hunt in the days and people don’t do “Sleep Talking” in days. That means most of the world is smart in the days. Aint it?

Night: Ok, I agree. You are smarter! Can we kiss now?

Day: Did you forget that I just told you about that special day? We shall kiss for sure then!

Night: So, what till then?? I have to sit back and wait?

Day: Absolutely! Night: hmmmm…..let me think...but whats so special about that special day??…

Day: Ohh, I can explain that! On that special day, there’ll be no humans or no living creatures, watching us. No Sun or No moon. No stars either. And no disturbances via Airplanes. No rain, no thunder, no wind too. Its gonna be you and me. Just you and me!. It’ll just be one moment and that’ll suffice, wouldn’t it??

Night: Yaa, when I imagine, I understand it. It is so nice. But how are you so sure that’d happen?

Day: I know it’d happen. Maybe in a year, a decade or even more than that. But it’d happen for sure. Don’t you love me so much to wait?

Night: Of course, I do.

Day: Then lets wait. Night: Ok.

Day: It’s getting late. Shouldn’t I be going by now?

Night: Yaa, take care and I’ll wait till morning to see you.

Day: Sure. And don’t forget about that special day! Night: I will not. I’ll forget only if I don’t think about it and I cant stop thinking about it.

Day: Ok, b’bye.

Night: Love u.

Day: Love u too!

The Night never stopped thinking about that special day and hence he never forgot.

The Day joined the Night, in their wait.

From that day on, Day and Night have been waiting for that special day.

And they are still waiting, I imagine!

Redefining TV watching

'TV watching' can be delineated as sitting in front of the TV and traversing thru some 900 odd channels, without sticking to one channel for more than 5 seconds.


Days of 'Chitrahaar' and 'Oliyum Oliyum' were neat.

"Honey! I lost the car!"

...was the first thing I would have told my wife on noticing that the car wasn't there in the street I parked the previous night. But I didn't tell anything like that because a)I wasn't married and b)I did not lose the car. I had parked the car in a street parking in New york city and it was towed way by NYPD(I cared less to look at the sign board, as I remember the last time I parked at the same spot after almost memorizing the sign board. But I failed to realize it was sunday the last time and this time it isn't! and it was a 'No Parking Except Sunday' spot). Two hours of wait and a $300 fine later, I brought my car back.

In this episode, I experienced and observed quite a few facts:

1. There was a decent queue and wait time to pay the fine at the Tow Pound. And there was a tow-truck coming in with a car almost one every minute. Well, NY City Govt makes enough money in just parking tickets.

2. In the Queue to pay the fine, amidst people of various races, I saw two desis too. Concorded myself to the already known fact - desis are everywhere.

3. Every individual after paying the fine walked so triumphantly from the counter to their car. Every one of them showed jubilance, as if they were given a new car. Maybe in the wait time, they forgot it is their own car they are getting back.

4. Nobody felt they did something against law and that they are burning some '10-movie-watching' amount as a penalty in less than 'one-movie-time'.

5. They play 101.7 FM in NYPD cop car too. (Yaa, I got a chance to ride in the NYPD car to locate my car in the towing pound.)

6. Finally, reading the rules I came to know that if the registered owner of the towed car doesn't claim the car in 10 days, it'll be let out in public auction! Wow!

Overall, a different experience.

Well, how muchever long one lives in New York, it is still New!

Work thrills, but kills!

...I dream of nice sleep, but
I dont sleep nice to dream!

Thanks to offshore-onsite model...

FRIENDS and Young ladies...

Invariably, I find all young ladies who fervently watch Friends Sitcom being overly enthusiastic and detestably western!


I wonder if it the sitcom or the ladies...!

Tag? Or Nag? Or Brag?!!

This post is not aimed at hurting the efforts/feelings of people. Remember the mantra 'Blogging is Tamaasha' !

For sometime now, I have been having this weird habit of 'Not' reading a blogpost if the title of that post started with "Tag..". Somehow such posts do not fascinate me. Or invoke the urge to read on. A couple of weeks ago, I was tagged for the first time by her giving some so-called-rules that I have to say something like A for Alwa, B for Bajji...and so on. That in my own style. And that explanation of "A, B...Z" should be about me or my view on wordly things. Then once again, I was tagged by her and him. This time the rules were that I hafta say 8 things about myself that the world doesn't know yet. I thought for a while and said to myself that there are over 8000 things about myself that the world doesn't know. And above that, there are 800000 things about myself that I don't know in the first place. And then there are other people who pass out an open tag, saying anybody can take up and follow the tag! I said "Wait a min...what is this fuss on tagging all about?!". I sit back and think why this concept of tagging started in the first place.

My little brain naively suggests that first of all, Tagging gives a nice little topic for people to post a blog. And strangely, there is no second of all. Thats right! And then my brain and it's thinking goes gradually skewed. It compares the concept of tagging to the otiose e-mails that used to and still spreading around. I'm talking about the ones with "Lord Balaji"s or "Lord Jesus"s jpg attached and with a content saying "Forward this e-mail to 7 other people in next 7 minutes and you'll get have a good thing happening to you in 7 days". And such e-mails would also threaten you saying if you do not forward the e-mail, bad luck would cast its spell within next 3 days! Wow! How cool is that?!! And there are those e-mails which would say something like "This is an e-mail approved by Microsoft and for every person you forward it to, you'll have $1.50 credited to your bank account!". And the highlight is they would site examples like "John forwarded such e-mails and received $1200 credited to his account last month!". They would also say "Mike lost $750 within a week because he ignored this e-mail". Wow again! Fantastic idea! And I go thru a 'spitting-my-kaapi-thru-nose" laughter session when I think of people who forward such e-mails to a whole group of people, hoping that does some good to them. I dont understand if they really understand that they are spreading the stupidity proudly and serving to the whims of the creator of such e-mails!

After all this, my brain tries to think about the title of this post. It analyses and argues with itself. And it speculates and concludes that this dumb act of forwarding such e-mails can no way be compared to 'tagging'. In fact, this e-mail logic is not even close to 'tagging'. Because every single person who spreads this 'Tagging' is smart. I mean they all write well in their blogs. Apart from the fact that it gives an idea for a blogpost(esp for ppl who are longing for title and ideas), there are other aspects of Tagging. When X tags Y, it is an indirect way of X saying to Y that 'you are one of the top 3 bloggers that comes to my mind right now!". And this might make Y take pride and feel happy. If Y is already a friend of X, then it's way of showing friendship. And the next reason is it enables a way to showcase one's own self in a different way. Though the concept of blogging itself is to communicate things happening around the author's world/perspective, these 'tag-related-posts' would only do justice to the concept on a higher notch. And this invariably makes the author satiated. So, however we look this 'tag' idea looks good.

But hey, whats the fun in following the trend and allowing the chain to pass on, when you have this trivial happiness of breaking the chain and stopping the flow!! That's where I guess the real 'Kick' lies! So I decide not to pass this tag to anybody. You know if you don't pass this tag, Nothing will happen to you in the next 3 days. Seriously, beleive me - I did not pass this to anybody and nothing happened to me too!

Ha! the trivial happiness! For which I blog after all!

India Vs USA

Fitting in an A4 portrait,
India map looks at USA map
which doesnt fit in A4 landscape and says
"Haa..being big doesn't help always!"

10000 BC...

....should have been filmed as a thamizh movie.

And starring Captain.

Many times during the movie, I felt like saying - Aadhi Vaasi, Adakki Vaasi!

Thoo!

Women bloggers...

It is indeed a distressing construct that women bloggers write intelligently than men.


Just Why I wonder...

Kabali declares...

...on the day when a desi on his/her maiden-arrival to a foreign country refrains from gaping at the roads, buildings and restrooms, we all can say "India has become a developed country".