Ek Sitam..

Hi People,

With loads of free time, I keep on doing something or the other. You remember my post last year on Prateek bhai's wedding. I was just seeing some videos and just thought I would post how I tried my best to torture people around. Here is the video with the innermost feelings and amazing discussions people had while I was singing(?). Keep your eyes on the video (and I suggest you mute your speakers!! )

Cheers!!

Lost and Found

Hi people. I am ekdum mast and jhatang and I hope you are doing great as well. I hope you have broken all your resolutions and now all you have to worry about is your job (if you have one), work (you must be really lucky if you have a job and work!) and salary (job, work and salary – you are truly blessed!). All other things to worry about (family, friendship, love etc) are usually taken care of by life itself (provided, of course, you have one!).

As for me, I wrote a real long and serious post today. Then when I finished writing, I read it and realized the horror story I had written. I was shell shocked to read my insights on life and decided not to venture into thinking mode again! So I am back to writing the nonsense I usually do and hope you guys still look for some sense in it.

Talking of senses, how many times it has happened to you that you kept something somewhere and then all your senses fail you at the same time trying to recollect where you kept it. I know you would say often to make me feel not so bad about myself, but deep down I know that you know that I should know that my small sized brain can only do as much.

Haan to sahib, hua yeh ki recently my friend gave me the key for his mailbox as he was going to remain out of town for some time. My job was to go and check his mails regularly. Then I had to come back home, keep the mails in the bag he gave me and safely keep the keys at a designated place. I was so happy with my self for doing this activity every 3rd day and still finding the keys at their spot. I thought I would, finally, make dad proud. Dad, by the way, is an extreme case systematic safekeeping. He keeps everything so systematically that it is completely impossible for him to lose the electricity bill that he paid in March, 1985. Mom has a similar habit, though she is not an extreme case like dad. She maintains the telephone bill copies only since December 1997. The only thing I seem to be sharing with my parents is genes. J

OK, coming back to the key story. I was happy with my achievement until my friend came back and asked for the keys. I went in smiling and came back with a poker face because I could not find the key there. I could imagine the look of disappointment on dad’s, mom’s, uncles’, bhaiyyas’, didis’ and the entire Murthy family’s faces. I swear I could even hear my mom getting mad at me – “Ek kaam diya woh bhi theek se nahi kar sakti”. Sigh! Phir kya tha. Search mission shuru. I searched every nook and corner possible. I searched the shelf stand, bed, behind bed, on the table, under the table, table top, table drawer, behind the wall etc etc. Nahi bhaiyya, mujhe nahi mila. I tried to forget about it hoping that my friend would forget about it too. But that of course did not happen.

But like most of the time it happens with me, God came to my rescue. Varsha was finally able to find it on the table top, where I swear I looked atleast 20 times, while we were searching for my camera charger. Yes she found the charger too. God bless her eyes.

It is not just the keys and chargers I have been forgetting. I have been forgetting some important stuff in life. Like how not to lose temper, how be more regular with the things I want to do and loads of other things which would surely make mom dad proud. But that is how things are!

By the way, time for you guys to congratulate me. I became mausi twice in the last one month! Ek bhanji, ek bhanja! Thank you, thank you! There is lot of joy in seeing your family grow. J

P.S : I am just being told about the arrival of Rohan junior! That makes me mausiji (yes he still wants me to be RT's sis) of 3. Welcome, Rohan Shah Junior!!

I will be back again! Tab tak ke liye - Hum hain rahi pyar ke, phir milenge, chalte chalte..

Year's first!

Here’s wishing all my readers a very warm hello on this chilly day. A very cool hi if you happen to read this from Southern Hemisphere. I hope you all had a wonderful New Year celebration. I hope you are out of your hangovers. I hope you are back to work and rocking your work place sharing sweets and photographs! God, I miss Pune and my office there. 

I can understand how tough it is getting back to work. Well you see, 2nd January has almost become synonymous with 1st July since my school days. I love 31st December, I dread 1st January, unless it is a Friday. I can live with a Thursday too since Friday is hardly a working day. :-) Frankly, as far as I am concerned, it is just a psychological thing. I never work!:-)

Well I had a nice, fast paced last week of 2008. I had taken a week off and we hit the road to Houston. Sometimes you do not think enough before doing something. When you do it, you experience things you never believed you could experience. I won’t talk much on that due to inadequacy of appropriate words in the limited scope of my dictionary :D, but I sure did other things in Houston like eating one delicacy per meal, getting a feel of being “at home”, visiting NASA etc! Then some nice site seeing in Irving, completely unexpected New Year celebrations (we slept at 11:59 pm), a lazy New Year day, a completely wasted trip to the Dallas zoo where all the animals had taken a Winter break, finally waking up to the first hangover of the year today. Like last year, I do not have any resolution intact. Unlike last year, I don’t even remember what my resolutions were. And I wonder why I go through the formality of having them in the first place. 

I have been a little restless about some things over the last few days. Some strange questions and no one seems to have an answer. I guess you have to agonize over them enough before you can even get a glimpse of the answer. Sometimes it is the way you interact with the world in general. The more I think I have improved, the more I am reminded how much of a student I need to be of dear life! Does everyone take that long to understand such basic, humane things or is it me with some real old version of brain which God installed in my system considering me to be a spare part in this world? Why is it so that I find dealing with some specific human beings so difficult? What kind of hypocrisy makes me wish the world forgets everything I do but I cannot make myself forget the mistakes someone made once upon a time? I do not know how to change things even with the honest intentions of changing them. Is intention enough? What is honesty? How can you know that you are honest when you know you are an ignorant fool? Hehe. How can you ever know anything? Each question brings to surface some new questions. And I end up writing a blog. Sigh, too much!

No, I do not expect ready made instant answers. I have seen enough to know that it would not help. As I say often, to know something is one thing, to realize it is another. I also do not blame anyone for my particular state. I know 90% of world population seems to be struggling in one way or the other. You see, I am unique, like everyone else. There will be a time, I hope, when I would be a better human. Till than thanks everyone for bearing with me and my flaws. God bless you!

Let’s talk about something else. Someone recently described my excruciating style of writing in words. She described it as contemporary comic thought provoking. It definitely ensured her lunch for the day. But frankly, I want to read some specific people more often. Of late, I realized that many people around me who were simply fabulous with words, have taken a hiatus or simply stopped writing. Rohan is one of the funniest guys with words. But he thinks he cannot make himself write. I want to send him some roses and tell him “dude, stop kidding and start writing!” Amit ji, who can write real heart wrenching poems, has deleted his blog. Nitu, who is one of the most intellectual persons around me, wrote a post last month after almost 4 months! Varsha is still trying to come up with a poem on a different genre or ras as they say in Hindi. I suggested her to write a poem on ganne ka ras but she looked at me and decided not to talk to me for the rest of the day. Shalabh deleted his blog eons back. Shrijeet who is a complete package (funny, intellectual, hard hitting thinker) is waiting for some fine day to start blogging. Come on guys!! Think about me. I write my own posts and then read them too!! A little variety in my life would hurt none!

So ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, start something new. One thing you might not have done ever. One thing you always wanted to do but never did. Take small steps. Commenting on my blog for example! :D