Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
humpty dumpty had a great fall.
Dunno why i suddenly have this nursery rhyme playing in my mouth over and over again. But i need to kinda reword things here
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
humpty dumpty had a great fall,
broken humpty put his blame on the wall,
dumpty did not see what it was for all,
did he not try the balancing act,
realising not where was the fat,
he should have been wiser for sure should have been dumpty,
and seen his head was all but empty,
thanks to thee the fall was not bad,
but humpty is a little sad,
pray for humpty that he may,
rise again and not bow in dismay.
for humpty dumpty is to climb another wall,
and again go through it all and fall,
coz humpty dumpty sat on a wall,
humpty dumpty had a great fall.
adios
chaos
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Sunday, May 06, 2007
Roasted, Fried and Grilled :(
Yikes!!!!!!
Those three words kind of describe just what i am feeling right now. Its getting hotter by the day here in Mumbai. And must say this happens to be the hottest of the three summers that i have seen here. That is not to say things could not have been worse. In fact they already are up there in the North. And guess i should have been used to it, having stayed for the most part of my life up there in delhi and roorkee.
During my second year of college at Roorkee, we had stayed back for doing a project during the summer vacations. The project in itself was a sham, coz me and my partner ended up chatting away to glory all through the day in the lab, managing to even cause a minor fire in the laboratory, and irking the lab assistant, more so because we never did manage to do the mandatory Ganesh ki pooja as he so wanted. Anyways, during those summers i stayed on the second floor of the hostel in a room situated in an aptly called "Boiler Wing'. Why? coz the wing literally faced the brunt of the sun day in and day out. In the morning, you had the 10'0 clock sooraj maharaj beating down on you while the evenings had him glinting wickedly through the rear windows of our room. Result? even at 12 in the night our rooms felt like the insides of a microwave.
Compared to that, its better here. and yet i am cribbing. cant help it th0ugh. cribbing comes second nature to me.
Anyways, its been sometime since i wrote something. so again, a multitude of unconnected thoughts are springing up in that two and half kg mound up on top of my anatomy.
I had a busy day today, after office that is. Was supposed to go attend an admissions information session of ISB ( Indian School of Business Hyderabad), but skipped it, and instead chose to sleep away the lazy hot afternoon. Then got up and did a little bit of cleaning up of my room. I swear my home looks like a temporary war ravaged shelter for a thousand refugees. and i am looking forward to the day when i can change places and live by myself and at best my one roomie. 4-5 at times guys living in a two bedroom house, well you know how it can be. and there was a time i used to pride myself on being neat and tidy. Anyways, so i did some cleaning of my table, my computer speakers and all. Then since our maid is not here, so made some food for myself and my roomie, washed some clothes, had a nice cold bath (the water did feel cold), and then served self and my freind some dinner ( errr, ladies if you reading this, its basically to impress on you the good husband material that i make). and now i am sitting here trying to make some sense of the nonsense that i have been writing.
Ok cut it chaos, you really have nothing to make of the thoughts rushing by out there. Wind up and go to sleep. there should be a better time to write something later.
Good nite.
Those three words kind of describe just what i am feeling right now. Its getting hotter by the day here in Mumbai. And must say this happens to be the hottest of the three summers that i have seen here. That is not to say things could not have been worse. In fact they already are up there in the North. And guess i should have been used to it, having stayed for the most part of my life up there in delhi and roorkee.
During my second year of college at Roorkee, we had stayed back for doing a project during the summer vacations. The project in itself was a sham, coz me and my partner ended up chatting away to glory all through the day in the lab, managing to even cause a minor fire in the laboratory, and irking the lab assistant, more so because we never did manage to do the mandatory Ganesh ki pooja as he so wanted. Anyways, during those summers i stayed on the second floor of the hostel in a room situated in an aptly called "Boiler Wing'. Why? coz the wing literally faced the brunt of the sun day in and day out. In the morning, you had the 10'0 clock sooraj maharaj beating down on you while the evenings had him glinting wickedly through the rear windows of our room. Result? even at 12 in the night our rooms felt like the insides of a microwave.
Compared to that, its better here. and yet i am cribbing. cant help it th0ugh. cribbing comes second nature to me.
Anyways, its been sometime since i wrote something. so again, a multitude of unconnected thoughts are springing up in that two and half kg mound up on top of my anatomy.
I had a busy day today, after office that is. Was supposed to go attend an admissions information session of ISB ( Indian School of Business Hyderabad), but skipped it, and instead chose to sleep away the lazy hot afternoon. Then got up and did a little bit of cleaning up of my room. I swear my home looks like a temporary war ravaged shelter for a thousand refugees. and i am looking forward to the day when i can change places and live by myself and at best my one roomie. 4-5 at times guys living in a two bedroom house, well you know how it can be. and there was a time i used to pride myself on being neat and tidy. Anyways, so i did some cleaning of my table, my computer speakers and all. Then since our maid is not here, so made some food for myself and my roomie, washed some clothes, had a nice cold bath (the water did feel cold), and then served self and my freind some dinner ( errr, ladies if you reading this, its basically to impress on you the good husband material that i make). and now i am sitting here trying to make some sense of the nonsense that i have been writing.
Ok cut it chaos, you really have nothing to make of the thoughts rushing by out there. Wind up and go to sleep. there should be a better time to write something later.
Good nite.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Of Railgaadis, the lower berth and the Parsi aunties
I am fond of travelling by trains. I simply love it. Not for me the get up , get down and before you blink your eye, you are there, air travel so to speak. True of late, i have been travelling more often than not by air, but its more of a necessity than a fascination. But given a choice i would travel by train.
In fact i keep telling myself the reason why i have so far not gone to the US of A while so many of my freinds have been there and back is because Indian Railways has still not started its special Rajdhani Express from New Delhi all the way to New York. I am waiting to be the first passenger on that.
And when it comes to getting a seat, i simply love the lower berth. Oh to sit on the window seat and watch the entire world speed by, the forests, the fields, the cities, the typical ways the sounds of the gaadi change when you travel over a bridge on a river, the hundreds of smells in the air as the train stops at a station, its all bliss.
As a kid it was always me and my sister fighting on who would get to sit at the window seat. and being the elder one that i was, i generally had to give in to my sisters demands ( psst, hope shes not reading this)
When i grew up and started travelling alone, i heaved a sigh of relief. Atlast i could travel on the lower berth and sit at the window all to myself.
Alas!
It was not to be. It just so happens that when you are travelling alone and are a bachelor male like me, you will always end up getting Side upper berth. and if you have someone ten times your size ( and i already am fat), sitting on the side lower berth, you cant even get to sit for sometime before bedtime on his seat.
But this last time that i was travelling from Mumbai to Delhi and back i decided that i had enough . I bribed, threatened, cajoled my travel agent and finally managed a lower berth in the main compartment for both return and onward journeys to myself. And i felt like standing like Leonardo Di Caprio on the Titanic and shouting " I am the King in the World".
So you see there i was on the d-day all happy, at the railway station when i would rush to my bogie, my compartment. And i did walk in like a king to meet his subjects and his queens. And then........my heart sank.
Giving this young king company in the compartment would be two lovely parsi grandmas, one lady with a son who wanted to be an IITian, and a young chap from the navy. Now i dont have anything against my fellow passengers except for the fact that you already know you will have to give up your much desired lower berth to the aunties, who have been givenn the upper berth which they cannot climb due to their age.
And give my lower berth i did. so did the other young chap. I mean i am all for helping people and especially the elders but yaar ek gal dasso.............kissi ko meri lower berth se kya dushmani hai bhai. Bachpan mein behen ne nahin baithne diya ab autiyaan nahin baithne deti.
Anyways so there i did the good deed, much to my dislike and the journey went on. And it would all have ended on a solemn note but for the fact, that the two aunties / grandmas seem to have taken a liking to me. Now i know i am fat, but am not so uglily fat as to look sick and in need of urgent attention.
And so it was that i lay shocked and astounded and all the other eds, when one of the aunties called out to me a half hour before we were to reach Delhi station and gave me a loooong lecture on how i need to take care of myself. And the crux of that looong lecture was...."GET MARRIED SOON"...........your wifey dearest would take care of you...give you proper diet,....make sure you exercise and blah blah blah......wooosssssssssshhhh. all i could do was just listen and say hmm, aah and all that when the whole of me wanted to run away. Naah.....it was not that munna raaja sharm de naal laal pila hoya paya si, ki aunty ne us di shaadi di gal ched di. Par yaar take a chill man. Ek thi meri daadi, ab ek ho gayee aunty.........somebody tell me ki kya mere chehre pe likha paya hai " Single Desperately Ready to Mingle".
Anyways i know the aunty meant well. and i really liked the aunty. in fact both of them. they were not the typical naggin ladies who would keep telling people not to disturb and all. In fact they made good conversation and it was an interesting journey.
Just that there were two sore points..........My Lower Berth and of course "Shaddi kar le mere laal".
Mummy.....if you are reading this...i promise. Ab main roz gym jaaaonga. next time aunty wont say anything to me.
adios.
In fact i keep telling myself the reason why i have so far not gone to the US of A while so many of my freinds have been there and back is because Indian Railways has still not started its special Rajdhani Express from New Delhi all the way to New York. I am waiting to be the first passenger on that.
And when it comes to getting a seat, i simply love the lower berth. Oh to sit on the window seat and watch the entire world speed by, the forests, the fields, the cities, the typical ways the sounds of the gaadi change when you travel over a bridge on a river, the hundreds of smells in the air as the train stops at a station, its all bliss.
As a kid it was always me and my sister fighting on who would get to sit at the window seat. and being the elder one that i was, i generally had to give in to my sisters demands ( psst, hope shes not reading this)
When i grew up and started travelling alone, i heaved a sigh of relief. Atlast i could travel on the lower berth and sit at the window all to myself.
Alas!
It was not to be. It just so happens that when you are travelling alone and are a bachelor male like me, you will always end up getting Side upper berth. and if you have someone ten times your size ( and i already am fat), sitting on the side lower berth, you cant even get to sit for sometime before bedtime on his seat.
But this last time that i was travelling from Mumbai to Delhi and back i decided that i had enough . I bribed, threatened, cajoled my travel agent and finally managed a lower berth in the main compartment for both return and onward journeys to myself. And i felt like standing like Leonardo Di Caprio on the Titanic and shouting " I am the King in the World".
So you see there i was on the d-day all happy, at the railway station when i would rush to my bogie, my compartment. And i did walk in like a king to meet his subjects and his queens. And then........my heart sank.
Giving this young king company in the compartment would be two lovely parsi grandmas, one lady with a son who wanted to be an IITian, and a young chap from the navy. Now i dont have anything against my fellow passengers except for the fact that you already know you will have to give up your much desired lower berth to the aunties, who have been givenn the upper berth which they cannot climb due to their age.
And give my lower berth i did. so did the other young chap. I mean i am all for helping people and especially the elders but yaar ek gal dasso.............kissi ko meri lower berth se kya dushmani hai bhai. Bachpan mein behen ne nahin baithne diya ab autiyaan nahin baithne deti.
Anyways so there i did the good deed, much to my dislike and the journey went on. And it would all have ended on a solemn note but for the fact, that the two aunties / grandmas seem to have taken a liking to me. Now i know i am fat, but am not so uglily fat as to look sick and in need of urgent attention.
And so it was that i lay shocked and astounded and all the other eds, when one of the aunties called out to me a half hour before we were to reach Delhi station and gave me a loooong lecture on how i need to take care of myself. And the crux of that looong lecture was...."GET MARRIED SOON"...........your wifey dearest would take care of you...give you proper diet,....make sure you exercise and blah blah blah......wooosssssssssshhhh. all i could do was just listen and say hmm, aah and all that when the whole of me wanted to run away. Naah.....it was not that munna raaja sharm de naal laal pila hoya paya si, ki aunty ne us di shaadi di gal ched di. Par yaar take a chill man. Ek thi meri daadi, ab ek ho gayee aunty.........somebody tell me ki kya mere chehre pe likha paya hai " Single Desperately Ready to Mingle".
Anyways i know the aunty meant well. and i really liked the aunty. in fact both of them. they were not the typical naggin ladies who would keep telling people not to disturb and all. In fact they made good conversation and it was an interesting journey.
Just that there were two sore points..........My Lower Berth and of course "Shaddi kar le mere laal".
Mummy.....if you are reading this...i promise. Ab main roz gym jaaaonga. next time aunty wont say anything to me.
adios.
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