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[Mar. 28th, 2007|01:01 pm] |
*Actual poem written by a Bengali school teacher !!*
Through the jongole I am went
On shooting Tiger I am bent
Boshtaard Tiger has eaten wife
No doubt I will avenge poor darling's life
Too much quiet, snakes and leeches
But I not fear these sons of beeches
Hearing loud noise I am jumping with start
But noise is coming from damn fool's heart
Taking care not to be fright
I am clutching rifle tight with eye to sight
Should Tiger come I will shoot and fall him down
Then like hero return to native town
Then through trees I am espying one cave
I am telling self - "Bannerjee be brave"
I am now proceeding with too much care
From far I smell this Tiger's lair
My leg shaking, sweat coming, I start to pray
I think I will shoot Tiger some other day
Turning round I am going to flee
But Tiger giving bloody roar spotting this Bengalee
He bounding from cave like football player Pele
I run shouting
"Kali Ma tumi kothay gele"
Through the jongole I am running
With Tiger on my tail closer looming
I am a telling that never in life
I will risk again for my damn fool wife!!!!
Who said I can't appreciate good poetry? |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 24th, 2007|02:28 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  melancholy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Rahman's great Tamil stuff | ] |
Yes, so I'm 23. Shut up ok! I can hear you laugh under your breath.
So, as I complete another... SHUT UP AND STOP LAUGHING!
Ahem...
Yes, so I complete another year. Possibly the worst year of my life. Almost all the things that tried to go wrong succeeded.
But then that's the last year. Indications for No. 24 are quite positive, with the promise of a relationship, a car, a life, and some money :)
I'm looking forward to the solitude that I'm about to enter. My uncle and cook both leave for 6 and 5 weeks respectively. It will be the first time I live alone in a house for so long. I want to see how it goes.
And while the band waits impatiently, the singer carefully measures her steps as she walks up into the spotlight. Is she being too careful? Will she turn away and run? |
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| Conversation skills |
[Feb. 26th, 2007|11:46 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Good Bay City | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  cheerful | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Various Artists - Various Songs | ] |
I need to end conversations more.
I am usually at the receiving end of the end of a conversation far more often than giving the end of a conversation.
People usually end conversations with me before I have ended them.
I need to end more.
I like the line from Desecration Smile by RHCP. "I'm slow to finish, but I'm quick to start".
So true. |
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| (no subject) |
[Feb. 25th, 2007|09:57 pm] |
| You Are 24% Abnormal | 
You are at medium risk for being a psychopath. It is somewhat likely that you have no soul.
You are at medium risk for having a borderline personality. It is somewhat likely that you are a chaotic mess.
You are at low risk for having a narcissistic personality. It is unlikely that you are in love with your own reflection.
You are at low risk for having a social phobia. It is unlikely that you feel most comfortable in your mom's basement.
You are at low risk for obsessive compulsive disorder. It is unlikely that you are addicted to hand sanitizer. |
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| (no subject) |
[Feb. 20th, 2007|01:07 pm] |
So...
I have either one of the following.. A cracked rib, a pulled intercostal muscle, or a tumor and I'm dying. The tumor bit is my theory, it's fun and means I'll get lots of attention.
Or maybe, I'll give MYSELF lots of attention.
Roger Waters was awesome.. The show was great. The sound was too. And the on-stage visualisation! WOWWWIEEE!!!!
He even released a pig! WOO HOO!!!
I'm off to Delhi. |
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| (no subject) |
[Feb. 16th, 2007|08:41 pm] |
A hello.. *pats self on back for making, finally, a return*
So things have passed, much as they had for the months before I left this space for a hibernation that lasted longer than expected. Lots of work, lots of time to think, make ideas in my head, shoot them down. Fall in and out of love with the idea of dating certain people without actually falling in love with them. I'm quite a romantic-idea person. I have these grand plans which never materialise, mostly for lack of equipment. Shee! That sounds so odd!
So, as I say, things go on. Life has sort of become the same. Which annoys me. I'm waiting for excitement. I'm waiting for a first kiss again. A car, PEOPLE, A CAR!!!! I NEED TO RESTORE MY IMAGE!!! Ok, if you're taking notes, A Swift, Blue, Diesel, with all the goodies... Oh you're gonna give me one? HOW SWEET! See ya, VROOOM!!!!
I value more and more each day, the importance of a pair of ears and a face infront of me. It makes my day. Everytime I have a meaningful or meaningless conversation with anyone, I feel alive and well, and sometimes, like I might just be able to forgive anything that that person would do, as long as they listen to me when I need to, and look at me, and smile.
And with that, we close this evenings notations.
Good night! |
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| Last Night |
[Oct. 5th, 2006|12:17 pm] |
It's taken something quite amazing to get me back on to this journal...
Last Night I returned home from dinner, about midnightish. I have been lucky enough to have a home that is 11 floors up with a full sea view. The storms and lightning off-late have thus been even more fun than I remember.
Last Night, though, was something special and worth writing about.
There was a very bright moon, high in the sky, and as I looked closer to the horizon a thick band of cloud. The sky was, thus, amazing! Bright silver if you looked up, and dark black if you looked towards the horizon.
And the sea was even better. Has anyone seen a silver sea? Shining in the bright moonlight. Infact it was so bright I could almost READ! The sea was also bearing a split personality. Silvery and shining near the coast, and dark black on the horizon. The blackness of the cloud and the sea on the horizon was only broken by the shimmering lights of countless ships waiting for place at Bombay's numerous docks. Wow.
Uncle commented on how this was only seen in movies, and it seemed unreal. As he said that, a swift low moving cloud veiled the moon. And since it was translucent, the moon looked even more awesome, now hazy, with a bright halo around it.
And as if that wasn't enough. There was a lightning storm in those black clouds.
Wow.
I have now realised that I must live near the sea forever. |
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| Happenings and thoughts |
[Sep. 8th, 2006|11:19 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Bombay | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  okay | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Mohd Rafi - Aaj Mausam | ] |
Hello,
The car is sold. It's sold it's sold it's sold. And the good thing is, it's sold! Now, I should not sound happy, seeing that I'm a car freak and I love my car (I'll miss you etc etc), but huge financial headache has been eliminated. :D
I was arguing with Molly about money and hapiness. Money DOES bring hapiness. If not, it removes obstacles to one being happy. She argued that once you get some money you want more. I argue that there are people like me who are materialistic to an extent. Once I have the car and the house and the TV and the investments, I'll not worry so much about the money any more. Then I'd be free to go to Berklee (yes that's the spelling, fools!) the music school and learn actually how to play the guitar. Then I can do a B.Ed and become a professor at St. Xaviers. Then I could become a public rights advocate who asks for pavements and pedestrian zones and clean water and what not. I can be so many things, but I have to have money so I can get beyond my material needs FIRST! I give the example of an uncle with whom I stay everytime I go to Delhi. He has his house in Delhi and holiday home in Himachal. Today, if you ask him to stop working for the day, go out with you and have fun, he will. For him, work is work as long as there's no fun to be had. When fun time comes, work and money takes a back seat. It's only cos his financial security is, well, secure!
So whats the story? Money and hapiness correlated?
Life goes on. I'm reminded sometimes of the mistakes I have made. That sucks. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 3rd, 2006|06:44 pm] |
Y Tu Mama Tambien - great
RHCP Stadium Arcadium - great
Changing tyre and getting hands dirty - very fulfilling
Playing music at friend's birthday that everyone likes - very ego-filling
Watching the sun set behind small perfectly spaced clouds - very thought provoking
Re-arranging furniture in room - makes you feel creative although you're not |
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| Indian Railways, yeah! |
[Aug. 30th, 2006|10:33 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Bombay | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | satisfied | ] |
| [ | music |
| | beep beep, beep beep, yeah! | ] |
Notes about Train ride from Bangalore City Central to Chennai Central on 6.05 am Shatabdi Express.
6.05: Depart, I notice curious looking indicators above the a/c door on either end of the chair car coach I'm in.
6.10 or so: Loud voice from speakers mounted above: "Your attention please Ladies and Gentlemen. Good morning and on behalf of Indian Railways, a warm welcome on this morning Shatabdi service to Chennai from Bangalore. My name is George and I'm you're captain for this trip. Our journey of 368 km will be completed in 5 hours, with our only stop being at Katpadi Junction, from 8.58 am to 9 am. Mr (forgot name), and Mr. Karunakaran are in charge of your on-train meal service and will be serving you breakfast accompanied by tea and coffee. We wish you a pleasant journey"
6.30 or so: Lights above door turn out to be indicators for toilet being occupied or not. WOW!!!
8.56: Loud voice of George: "Ladies and Gentlemen, we are approaching Katpadi Junction. Those alighting are requested to please check their belongings and ensure they do not leave anything behind. Expecting your returning Patronage, we would like to take your leave and thank you for choosing Indian Railways"
WOW!!! Words like Patronage!!! Alighting!!!
11.04: Loud voice of George: "Ladies and Gentlemen, we have been given clearance to Chennai Central and will be arriving shortly. Thank you for giving us the pleasure of serving you. We appreciate your business and hope to see you soon. On behalf of Indian Railways, good bye and have a good day!"
I take great pride in the fact that there is something happening. Lets hope that one day Bombay - Pune is a 1 hour ride like it should be!! |
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[Aug. 18th, 2006|03:21 pm] |
| Your Heart Is Pink | 
In relationships, you like to play innocent - even though you aren't.
Each time you fall in love, it's like falling for the first time.
Your flirting style: Coy
Your lucky first date: Picnic in the park
Your dream lover: Is both caring and dominant
What you bring to relationships: Romance |
DAMN WHY THE HELL IS IT PINK!?!?! Blue? Red? |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 12th, 2006|10:38 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Bombay | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | random | ] |
| [ | music |
| | RHCP - Std Arcd | ] |
while the work life is over hectic
the love life is the opposite!
some balance, please? |
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| Germany, 2006 |
[Aug. 8th, 2006|11:51 am] |
As promised, the rest of the trip begins here.
IN TRANSIT: So, Sunday the 30th was a waste, thanks to some ridiculous travel agent. We travelled Bologna-Milan-Vienna-Munich, when there was a) a Direct train, b) a Direct Plane!!!! Anyway, the day was spent travelling, which was quite ok, got to Munich airport tired. Was surprised to find that Mr. Markus Ulrich of Beissbarth (the point of Munich trip was to meet Beissbarth) was waiting for us. Minutes later we are on the Autobahn at only 210km/h. I say only, because there were people OVERTAKING US! GERMANS ARE INSANE! Anyway, we got to a hotel room and slept peacefully, although it was still damned hot.
Day 1, Beissbarth: Training was bleh, I was more interested in what I can sell and make money out of. Colleagues fiddled with machines all day. Point of interest in the day was meeting Johannes Wanka of Beissbarth who's brother has married a Bangalorian. Johannes has therefore travelled all over India and hours were spent chatting about the various incredible things that happened to him (like all good foreingers!). Felt very proud to be Indian, he seemed to miss India more than he liked Germany!
Our trainer Albert (funny guy too!), had a weather forecasting moment of brilliance. I was complaining about the incredible heat (35 degrees, NO fans, NO aircons). He said it will rain at 1.45 pm and the autumn will start right then. Ofcourse, at 1.42 pm, it started raining and the mercury fell quicker than I could say "Mercury"!
Markus took us to the city center in the evening. Munich is a beautiful city too, very old and very well kept. Old massive buildings and churches, with large town square and what not. I've seen it all on TV, but real life is way awesome, we had beer and meat, visited Haufbrauhaus (spell check?) where they serve beer in 1 liter or more only, with meat and Bavarian music band. It's the sort of place you associate with people standing on the tables and singing ridiculously out of tune. Very invigorating.
Then noticed a nearby Hard Rock Cafe which had some original Slash and Santana guitars!! COOL!
Day 2, Beissbarth: Same old, same old, Except it was cold. I mean, these Germans are insane. Even their weather is. It was 35 degrees the day before and 17 on the day I'm talking of. More training, met Johannes again, and had Italian food.
The evening we visited BMW MUSEUM!!! WOW!! Then went to Munich Station to see their superfast 300kmh train which was awesome looking. Dined on more meat and beer.
Day 3, Beissbarth: Met Craig Dry in the morning. He's the boss of Beissbarth and a Britisher with a Brit sense of humour. Fun. He also spoke German. Training was so so again, met the whole office staff there.
In the Evening, we were dropped to Landshut by Markus. 65km drive, and were greeted by unexpectedly gorgeous city. It's so beautiful. 750 years old the city is, with cobbled stone streets, the world's TALLEST brick made church, continuous buldings only defined by the colour of their exterior. Very nice. Roamed around and took photos.
Day 1, Deutronic: The most interesting product training began on Thursday, with Udo Hoefling (funny and crazy guy) picking us up in his BMW 1 class mini-rocket. He drove us up the hills to the factory at 120kmh on all winding turns. FUN!! Training was interesting, our trainer Dieter is a business-jet pilot in his spare time, so discussed planes and what not. Dinner was with Udo, Dieter and Michael, Udo's assistant, who's 6 foot 2, wide and full of tatoos with the long hair and all that. Very heavy metal style. Also very funny! Colleagues flirted with the blonde waitresses, me with the brunette. They were all in awe of us Indians. I mean, they've probably had 2 Indians visit them in 750 years. Apparently the Bavarian part of Germany is very cool and has a great sense of humour, so they're all tongue-in-cheek types.
Day 2, Deutronic: Was short and sweet. Finished off training, I met with Udo and charted out a future for us in India, we hope to make lots of money together. Had beer and lunch with Dieter, and then followed with Dinner at a Greek restaurant (we needed some flavour in food after so much plain meat). Hotel Bill included 12,000 rupees of phone calls which my colleagues had made thinking it would be 400 rupees. Turns out it was 30 cents per 2 seconds, not per minute. DAMN FRIKKIN 480 rupees a minute. IDIOTS!
And that's that. We returned to Munich airport driven by a 55 yr old aunty taxi driver in her Mercedes! Vienna we had 4 hours to shop, which they did to good effect. Then flight home was very very bumpy and turbulent. Landed in Delhi, home, chatted with Aunt, waited up for cousin sister who returned at 4 am after evening with her "friends".
I've come to realise that I need not even make money at this job. The experience is invaluable. And the fact that I'm earning is even better!
(P.S. Few people read this blog and then don't comment, instead choose to scrap me on Orkut. WHY? I get so confused!!) |
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| Italia, 2006 |
[Aug. 1st, 2006|02:54 am] |
| [ | music |
| | RHCP - Stadium Arcadium, the album WOW!! | ] |
Hello,
So, after much delay due to lack of internet connection, here I am, boring you about my trip to Europe.
Tuesday 2 am we (Zenith, Rishi (Colleagues), Moi) left for Vienna, to pass through to Milan. Flight was the absolutely best I've ever had, cos I slept from before takeoff (sprawled across three empty seats) till just before landing. Like a baby! Vienna airport is most awesome, passed through seamlessly to Milan, which is a slight mess, didn't know where our bags had arrived! Bus ride to Milan station, we caught a train to Bologna, (which we had to run 100 meters with 3 full bags). The train was awesome, fast and quiet. Eurostar and all!
Arrive, Bologna, cab to the Hotel, check in, tired after 20 odd hours of travel. Lazed for a while, then met Mr. Gianni Tonelli, of Ravaglioli (sounds like an Italian dish, but is actually a €200 million company). RAV was our first stop, for training. Chatted and plotted our course for the rest of the 3 days there.
Day 1, RAV: Met Mr. Guiseppe Teglia, our trainer. Fat is an understatement. But heck, the guy's as funny as he's fat. He kept offering to kill us using imaginative techniques with the heavy machinery we were being trained on! Quite fun. We were also training with two Ghanains, Andrew and Faisel. Lots of fun, them both. So we did some work, and mostly took breaks. Italians have 9 to 5 break with a little time for work in the middle. Very Indian way of working!!
That evening, Tonelli took us 5 (Desis X 3, Ghanains X 2) for dinner to St. Luca. It's a Church up on the hill overlooking the city of Bologna, VERY old, and has a 2-3 km completely arch covered path leading up. It's so amazing. Up on top is Vito's restaurant to eat, right near the famous and most awesome church.
Day 2, RAV: More training, saw some cool machines, did some heavy lifting, chatted and joked with our Ghanain friends.
That evening, Guiseppe and Rosella (another RAV manager) took us to a Desi restaurant cos Rishi was feeling homesick. Ofcourse, being an Indian restaurant, it was run by Bangladeshis. We saw Bologna city, which is awesome. Some narrow streets like 4 feet wide, cobbled stones, awesome old buildings. After dinner, we saw the Two Towers of Bologna center. These are like 600 years old. Awesome. one of them is 40 odd meters high and is tilting by THREE METERS! How it's still standing, I dunno. The other one is like 80 meters high. WOW!
On the way back to hotel, Guiseppe gave us some really cool beer.
Day 3, RAV: More training, taught Andrew the Ghanain how Bihari's speak. He later referred to all of us as Rishi-va, Karun-va, etc. He was in splits for the most part. An African accented English speaking Ghanain, using Bihari lingo is something worth watching. Had a sales meeting (my part of the training), was very productive. We had the evening to ourselves. Nothing happened, except that while walking around our hotel, I saw a condom vending machine. HOW COOL!
Day 4, VENICE BABY YEAH!: Saturday, the Holiday was spent travelling to Venice, and back, with 5 hours in between. Just before reaching Venice, you travel 3 km on a train-car causeway with water on both sides. It's an appetiser. The city is just awesome. Amazing to see the water all over. Walked about, saw lots of touristy stuff to buy, like masks, t-shirts, etc. The amazing thing is to be walking in between buildings and then suddenly cross a little river-highway. It's something that's hard to describe in words. I have photos, but not yet uploaded anywhere. The buildings are awesome.
I have so much to say, but I fear I'll bore my readers.
By the way, this whole Italy leg has been HOT (like 35 plus), hence Europe is in a state of undress. I've not seen so much skin in my life. It's quite a culture shock, ofcourse, one I'm not complaining about. The only thing I could think of was how freely people dressed and felt about themselves. Made me feel like we have too many inhibitions in India. (Haven't I felt like that before??)
Anyway, Germany 2006 follows when I'm done with this place!!
Ciao, and what not. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 27th, 2006|05:33 pm] |
I am alive.
I am in Bologna, italy.
Internet is hard to come by.
Hello to all who read this post!
Missing India, although this place is superfun.
Its damned hot though, more like Delhi than Italy.
Reply!!
Karun |
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| dutch langfage |
[Jul. 14th, 2006|11:46 pm] |
This post comes with no intentions of poking fun at a foreign accent.
Taking a training session in this accent though, IS fun and here are some excerpts:
Vhee musht take adfantage of the situvation in the market place today. Let us svfitch our outlook on the sitfation.....
.... this machine it covers 320 shquare shentimeter, it's ferry faasht and comes vith in built fibration shtop.... this machine is exshacktly the shame, only it feighs 2.6 keelo grams...... that's ferry guut..... that's a ferry important point.... the air filter sheparates the fater from the air.... and ofcourshe Aluminium Oxshide is recommended in the Europinian Union!
Keeping a straight face is tough but I'm doing it! It's hot here and I miss Bombay. I wanted to be there after the blast, didn't want to run away and not see how things were. I know Bombay is strong and shit, but it's time that it starts hurting now. It's not strength, it's apathy for other's problems, that's why Bombay 'bounces back'. Nobody who lost family in the blast will 'bounce back'. As long as we aren't directly affected, we move on. Not good. Time to care now, I say! |
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| Amu-guide |
[Jul. 12th, 2006|12:37 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  sleepy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Snore by Amu | ] |
kmukhi.livejournal.com presents:
Amu Guide
The first (and possibly only relevant chapter): Amu and Sleep
When Amu yawns, blinks alot, or actually goes so far as to say that she's sleepy (which is all the time she's awake), then this guide to be followed rigourously.
When Amu says "I'm sleepy"
Do's:
1. Get a pillow.
2. If you don't have one, go and buy one.
3. You better have a comfy lap if you don't have a pillow.
4. Move far away and make keep as silent as possible. Punishment is death
5. Discuss the poetic beauty of sleep, glorify it, make it the most important part of the conversation, and you'll be fine.
Dont's
1. Do NOT suggest that her sleepiness will pass
2. Do NOT engage her in conversation. Even if it's intersting conversation, you will be blamed for sleep lost, ensuing headaches, and following bad week.
3. Do NOT ridicule her being sleepy. She'll fall asleep on the phone just to prove it!
4. Do NOT discuss chocolate, else she will explode from having to choose between sleep AND chocolate! HOW CAN YOU BE SO MEAN!!
5. Do NOT challenge her to a sleep contest. You'll lose.
Fun facts about Amu-Sleep:
1. She's done 14.5 out of 18 hrs asleep.
2. On arriving for play practice, Amu would practice "How to sleep"
3. She's writing a book, titled "The Discreet Snorer"
4. She snores in French on Mondays and Tuesdays, Marathi on Wednesdays, English on Thursdays and Fridays, and on the weekends its Konkani, Spanish, or any of the above, take your pick.
5. She smiles when she's asleep. The width and curvature of smile is directly proportional to the number of chocolate covered hot guys floating in her dreams.
6. She has slept with lots of guys. No, I mean it. She sleeps, guys wonder whats wrong with them!
7. In her dreams she's Shakira's lover and is cheating on her with Carla Bruni.
8. If you search for "Sleep" on google, you'll get the dictionary definition accompanied by Amu's mugshot.
9. She only sounds like she's sick when she's sleepy. When she's sick, she's laughing and bouncing about.
10. Sleep spelt backwards is Peels. (ok, so i ran out!) |
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| Krrish, water, pune |
[Jul. 6th, 2006|02:40 pm] |
In that order, we shall go through my week:
Part One:
Monday, it was, if I'm not wrong, I called Amu in the vain hope of escaping the boredom of nothing to do in office. Was called to INOX to watch Samsara. Thought it was a good idea. It was!
That is, until, we reach the theatre (also featured in 'we' is Partho, Harsh+1, Allison).. Samsara has already begun so we decide to go for Krrish. Partho buys tickets and leaves himself out (Brilliant Brilliant man!).
There's a few reasons to watch Krrish, here they are:
1. If you like the following brands (Tide, Samsung, Bournvita, Siyarams, Singapore Toursim, Hero Honda, etc)
2. If you enjoy watching Rekha walk like she's a robot with a stutter.
3. If Hritik Roshan's 3rd thumb looks sexy to you.
4. If you like to see HR act demented
5. If you think Priyanka Chopra is hot.
6. IF YOU'RE TOO RICH AND HAVE LOTS OF MONEY AND TIME TO WASTE ON UTTER TRASH, NONSENSE, RUBBISH, YUCK YUCK YUCK!
It's SO BAD it's unreal! There's NO acting talent, not even Mr. Just Imagine. Stupid story. HORRID special effects. Idiotic dialogue. Snippet: HR dangling Bat-like from tree and dangling off camera to pick up a flower to PC, and continues doing so. PC: Tum itne alag alag rang ke phul kahan se laa rahe ho? HR: Joh Indradhanush ne diya or some shit.
Apolgies to Allison, her 2nd hindi movie (1st was Kal Ho Na Ho) ever, makes an even worse impression of Indian cinema!
Part Two:
Water water everywhere. It rained all week and is sunny now. Even I'm glad to see the sun! Cold, brilliant, beautiful, awesome, lovely. I love the rains, and this week makes it even better.
Part Three:
Pune.
Yesterday, awake at 5.30, leave for Pune in Baleno at 7.55 am. 11.01 am Arrive at Merc Benz factory for 11.30 meeting. Meeting was good, lunch with Seshadri (my GM) and Matteo Benini (Italian we import from) was better.
Ofcourse the scene at Mercedes was fun. Having just been ass-whipped by the Italians, they had to smile at our aforementioned Italian guest. Muted and grudged congratulations were conveyed. Was too much fun!
Return from Pune by 8pm.
Report: Car ROCKS. So does the road. NO literally, there's rocks all over Vashi to Panvel, and Khandala mein landslide!
Mostly uneventful drive. Love driving. Will do again.
Note to the world: Armed with car AND house in Khandala, I invite you all, whenever! Just give me notice, and share the petrol bill!
Tada!! |
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| wishy washy |
[Jul. 4th, 2006|12:16 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | high | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Wooden Ships, CNSY | ] |
trip to pune postponed
living room chattai removed
house littered with mops and buckets
hot coffee
MONSOON! LOVE IT! WHO CARES IF I CAN'T WORK!!?!?!?!?!
Sorry, this brings out the best in me. I'm quite elated at the sights and sounds. Everything is clean and green. And so much for the prediction of a lower than average monsoon.
Yes, much needs to be done. This city caves in at the slightest weight of the monsoon waters. It's not good. Not for me, we live in our discrimination-created haven. But it can't go on like this. There's no reason except the ridiculous attitude of the government.
DAMN! Gotta mop some more water! |
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