Saturday, July 24, 2010

Del And More

I have to post. It’s just been too long.

We all look the same. We don’t end. People rush all over us, above us, below us, on top of us.. hang from the sides.. squeeze in the middle.. add at both ends.. and still manage to spill over. Who are we?
Meet the Flyovers!

If they create another of these never-ending, landmark-less, crazy concrete structures, they might as well create sun-spots as well. Those little green areas where people can come see the sky.
Mana tum Flyovers ho, uska yeh matlab nahi hawa mein udo.
>> Auto bhaiya, aap itne arrogant kyun ho?
‘126 HCL, kitna lenge?'
‘80 rupaiye’
‘Main roz pachaas mein jaati hoon bhaiya, chalna hai toh bo-‘
‘Arre madam aap ko pata nahi hai.. petrol ke rate bhad gaye hain.’
‘Bhaiya auto toh CNG par chalte hain.’
Auto goes. I stand.
Auto standing nearby : 'bhaiya 126, HCL..’
‘Nahi jaana.’
HUH! Talk about delhi attitude!

Excepting Rajiv Chowk at 9:15 AM, you’re awesome. Really. And I like your AC too.
Metro ji, tussi great ho!
Just a little query… Why do people start running from one metro to another? The first time it happened I thought there was a fire! It’s not that far away. I brisk walk will do just fine you know.

> > Alooo, mujhe maaf kar do
Dearest Aloo,
I’m terribly sorry. I misunderstood you. You’re the best. You make food edible, Delhi affordable, and life livable. Can’t do without you, I swear!

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Daniel Powter - Love You Lately.

I hope you find
whatever you've been lookin' for.
Just remember where you're from
and who you are,
'Cause there's a thousand lights
that'll make you feel brand new,
But if you ever lose your way,
I'll leave one on for you.

'Cause I'm the one that loves you lately.
You and me, we got this great thing.
So, come back and you sit down.
Relax. Everything's to see
that you've come a long, long way,
And it's the place that you should be.

'Cause I'm the one that loves you lately.
You and me, we got this great thing.


Latest Obsession.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

The First Of Many Lasts.

Can't believe I took my last viva.. LAASSSSSSTTTTT viva today... last viva ever.. the first of many lasts.

Getting slightly, I repeat slightly, senti!
Actually its this silly (Ok, not silly) song that I've been listening to.. has been ringing in my head since the past one hour. And unlike chewing gum, its not even losing its taste. Ewww, Trying to whack it out. Or better Still, sticking it on your chair!

LAAASSSSSTTTT viva ever... last optical density reading.. last colorimeter setting.. last ethanol wipe, last chemical hoarding session, last broken test tube, last glassware fight..

And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives
Where we're gonna be when we turn 25
I keep thinking times will never change
Keep on thinking things will always be the same
But when we leave this year we won't be coming back
No more hanging out cause we're on a different track
And if you got something that you need to say
You better say it right now cause you don't have another day
Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down
These memories are playing like a film without sound
And I keep thinking of that night in June
I didn't know much of love
But it came too soon
And there was me and you
And then we got real blue
Stay at home talking on the telephone
We'd get so excited, we'd get so scared
Laughing at ourselves thinking life's not fair
And this is how it feels

[1] - As we go on
We remember
All the times we
Had together
And as our lives change
Come Whatever
We will still be
Friends Forever

So if we get the big jobs
And we make the big money
When we look back now
Will our jokes still be funny?
Will we still remember everything we learned in school?
Still be trying to break every single rule
Will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?
Will Heather find a job that won't interfere with her tan?
I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye
Keep on thinking it's a time to fly
And this is how it feels

La, la, la, la:
Yeah, yeah, yeah
La, la, la, la:
We will still be friends forever

Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?
Can we survive it out there?
Can we make it somehow?
I guess I thought that this would never end
And suddenly it's like we're women and men
Will the past be a shadow that will follow us 'round?
Will these memories fade when I leave this town
I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye
Keep on thinking it's a time to fly
-Vitamin C (The Graduation Song)

PS. Did I tell you I took my laaaassssttttt viva today?!

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Two Down.

Half Way Through.
In the middle of eggjams.
Like, exactly in the middle.
Two down. Two to go.
Can't think.

Life at the margin. Having a good time.

- I also came across this quote today. Ironic, though.
If a student is changing the course of history, he must be taking an exam.

True, that!

Friday, April 16, 2010


Today was a very important day.
I took my last sessional today. After 120 sessionals, unlimited vivas, internal and external pracs.. I have a revelation.

I am amazed. At myself. At just how much I had to push myself, to study for this one sessional.. I refused to read a word that wasn't in points, in my 'photustats'.. "Because that's not important and that won't come."

And there was a time when I used to read because I wanted to. Hell, I even used to re-read. I used to underline my answers and highlight important points and do the paper with a 'nice pen'.. Hahah. I used to remember points and I also remember quite specifically that I hated writing out of context. To think that now I write entire answers which are absolutely out of context.. Wow, that's change.

I know this is a very omg-you're-such-a-kid-and-you-should-go-to-school statement to make but, I'm not sure I like this change. I wish it could be fun to study again.

I've loved these four years, for whatever their worth, but still I feel useless, like maybe if I could've done something more worthwhile.. They've been inexplicably random, to say the least. Like the misty haze on the window pane when it rains.. the one that you write your name in with podgy fingers. And watch as racing raindrops clear it all out with callous confidence.

It's clearing up. Way too fast though.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010


Dear Bitchy Girl,

Please get out of my life. I don't know why I have to see you again and again. Face it, as much as you try, you're not even nice to look at, you know.

Don't you get it? Nah, I don't blame you entirely. We do have a common connection.. Him. He makes me meet you.. Over and Over again. I can't make out if He hates me, or loves you or loves that I hate you. Either way, He does make me hate you. All over again. Each time I feel like that was it.. there has to be a limit to your bitchiness. But apparently, you love challenges. That's a good thing. And you prove me wrong. That's not a good thing.

You don't have a limit. Or if you do, it certainly is beyond the current limits of my limited comprehension.

A lot of times, you have known what you have done. You have been responsible. Yet, you have staged the innocent girl. Pretence is your forte alright. Until I play your silly game, that is. Yes, everybody loves you. You can lap up the limelight.
But don't pretend with me. I'm the victim. And a devilish one at that.
I don't want to be you.
I choose not to be you.
I despise your facade.

In fact I think you’re like a wax doll.. the one that squirms to an undefined blob when temperatures rise beyond melting point. (Yeah, pun intended.)
On second thought, you’ll be the best museum artifact ever. No really, you will. (No, this isn’t even a pun.)
In other words, I'm sick of your shit. It’s yours after all. You keep it. The stench is enough to nauseate me anyway.
I was hoping we weren't meant to BE. But then, you proved me wrong. Yet again.

Till we meet again my louve,
Amita :)

PS. I am angry. And confused. And sad. I hate it when people don’t realize that they are not behaving right. They should behave themselves. They better behave themselves. There has to be a limit.

It’s hard. I don’t want to be the bitch.. but I feel like I am emulating some characteristics. Yeah it’s true, I don’t want to, I choose not to be like them. But I have to draw the line. Because they never will.. they’ll keep pretending .. keep pushing.. keep testing my patience and keep sucking my blood like dehydrated leeches.. till I finally rip them off my skin.
And even then, I get all the scars. Plus, I’m anaemic.

Deal with it.

Friday, March 26, 2010


We were friends for sometime and
I thought you'll see me through
But you turned your back towards me when
All I thought I had was you.

Oh yeah, it's the end right now
But I still don't think I'm done
You've done your bit and that's ok,
You're simply not the one.

PS. I just read this poem again.. Just in case, anybody is wondering; the first para is for my percentiles. And the second for this year.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010


"Wit has truth in it; wisecracking is simply calisthenics with words." - Dorothy Parker.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Pea Jay Of The Day :P

Aatth ghante so jayo
Aur kar lo pura rest

Aatth ghante so jayo
Aur kar lo pura rest

ACP praduman kehte hain


Seedhi baat Seedhi karo
Aur tedhi baat ko modo

Seedhi baat Seedhi karo
Aur tedhi baat ko modo

Daya,main to kehta hoon
Yeh darwaza bhi todo!


Monday, March 15, 2010

No Phony Love, This One!

Today is a historic day.
A wonderful relationship has come to an end.
I have finally done away with my 1000 years old Nokia 1100.

He was a good friend.
He stood up for me always. A lot of times, when I have been lonely and curt, not so lonely and very talkitive, he has been a mute spectator to my idiosyncratic randomness. He has watched, as I fought with others and punched him in return.. He has watched as I dived my nails into his skin and smiled at his face, only to be passing a text on to someone else. He has been privy to my insanity, watched all my phony antics, has even, almost-been-flushed once. He has truly stood the test of time, friendship and loyalty. I love him.

And as I put him to rest today, I feel a strange emptiness that wont fill up for a really long time to come. Because he is was, is and always will be the best phone ever. And nothing - no fancy phone, no frilly features, no 20 MP cameras, no 50 GB space can match up to the endearing simplicity of his being.
Some things are truly irreplaceable.

All said and done, however, you are in a sorry state of affairs, my friend. You have been surgically treated twice, have (VDS) voice distortion syndrome, severe skin rashes, and a very acute form of Alzheimer's. Your memory status of 50 phone contacts is defying your age and testing my patience. The recent gash on your keypad is bleeding like a seasonal river and this time, doctors tell me, there is no possibilty of yet another plastic surgery. You know what that means. Ab tumhein dawa nahi hai, dua ki zaroorat hai, mere dost. Of course, until that happens, I've to type without spaces and talk without punching numbers containing zero. Because your zero key, as much as I ignore it, is now a gaping black hole.. Last time I knived my scooter key inside, to literally 'knock' out the letter.

But still, you are by far, the healthiest (at your age), most loved and the most unflinchingly devoted phone I've ever had. Or ever will have.
R.I.P, my friend. I love you.

Sunday, March 14, 2010


Words that knived me
through and through
Numbers that heard me say
If you cant help me Goddamnyou
At least get outta my way!

Saturday, March 13, 2010


So much emotion around me
And yet, I feel like stone
So many people surround me
And yet, I'm all alone.

Friday, March 12, 2010


No,I am not a thing,
Yes,I would like you to know
You cant slash my neck,
And then, pretend to have let go.

Thursday, March 11, 2010


Time will pass in a jiffy
Soon I'll be in the grind
They'll be running faster now
And I'll be left behind.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Truth Love And A Little Malice

Truth Love And A Little Malice
Autobiography : Khushwant Singh
Edition 2002
Publisher: Viking
My Rating : 5 Stars and my best smiley :D

I started reading this book only to overcome an extreme bout of laziness that had struck me in the past few weeks. Not only was I on complete bed rest, I had begun to sleep 14 hours.. Without exaggeration my only activity in the day was perhaps, rolling my eyes (Btw, I'm pretty good at that!) I knew K.Singh primarily as a Sikh writer, and half expected this to be a long history of Sikhism and its teachings, but took it up anyway.

Am I thankful!
This book is
wait for it
dary! (Yes, I have watched 4 seasons of HIMYM in around 4 days!)

Khushwant Singh might sound provocative or controversial to many but maybe thats because he's brutally honest. And face it, truth does bite.

Khushwant Singh was born in 1915 in Hadali, Punjab; educated in Government College, Lahore and Kings College in London. He worked as a lawyer in Lahore, with the Indian Ministry Of External Affairs, as a diplomat in Paris and Canada, and even with UNESCO in Paris.
In the first few chapters of the book, he comes across as a spoilt brat, who was, to put it simply, living off his fathers wealth (They owned more than half of Delhi around the time of Partition and after. Infact, their houses and buildings are the Bhavans and abodes for our politicians and diplomats.)He never really stood out academically, completed his three year law degree in five years, and took to scotch like a fish to water. But it was perhaps his love for traveling and reading, and the brazen confidence to say anything to anyone that unflinching financial and emotional security gives you that saw him through. Also, the courage to leave a conventional profession and take a chance as a writer. But then again, I think he was lucky because he always had something to fall back upon.

The best thing, about him as a writer is that, he spoke and wrote what he really thought, irrespective of the consequences. His take on everyone, from his school friends to the Prime Minister Of India is truly his own and thats what draws one towards his writing.
As an individual, I am still to come to terms with that.. I am not very sure of just how blunt one should be. I can safely say that I don't lie about what I like or don't like, just to make some else feel better; but nor can I say that I just blurt out the first thing that comes to my mind. I have tried that and I'm telling you, its dangerous (when you try and break the 'indomitable' male ego) and potentially explosive (when talking to the 'girl-in-distress'). Either case, you're in trouble before you even think you've begun. So I tend to understand what kind of person I am talking to before I speak too much.If I sense danger, instead of lying, I keep my views to myself. In any case, its better than back-biting or handling crying girls.
Though I still don't know if that's right or wrong.

'The problem with law is that it has very little to do with justice'
I really liked this one liner.

Also, I found it very surprising that despite writing so much on Sikhism and translating parts of the Guru Granth Sahib, he is unequivocally agnostic.
He dares to question the sanctity of blind faith, and the magical powers that we vest into our religious scriptures.

In the words of Iqbal:

Dhoondta phirta hoon main, ai Iqbal, apney aap ko
aap hee goya musaafir, aap hee manzil hoon main

(O Iqbal, I go about everywhere looking for myself
As if I was the wayfarer as well as the destination)

Though I do not quite discard the basis of all religions, and confess to being hopelessly God fearing, I quite agree with the fact, unless superhuman, one cannot be a true athiest. That would be like living in a vacuum, and appears to me, as quite a sterile concept, more like an I-am-educated fad.I am also in awe of his view of incorporating more contemporary 'rituals' in our life.. Like planting a tree,on occasions of birth,death and anniversaries, instead of sprouting scotch fountains; and inculcating a work ethic in the same.

I picked up this amusing saying ascribed to the Sikh trading community from the book:

Jhooth vee aseen bolney aan,
Ghut vee aseen tolney aan,
Par Sachhey Padshaah,
Tera naa vee aseen lainey aan

We admit we tell lies,
We also give short measures,
But O true King Of Kings,
We also take your name.

I recently came across a quote by Bejamin Franklin which said that 'Either write things worth reading or do things worth writing'. I think Khushwant Singh is one of the few people who managed both, in both letter and spirit.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Happy Birthday Varneet!

Okay,Just like every birthday, I have to tell you..
I'm not the Gifts- and- Flowers, OMG-"It's your Birthdaaaaaayyy--Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa" (Get the drift, right?) type! Nor can I be comfortably nice for a long time!
So here goes:

You hung around for four years
And then I came along
Kicked you with those big red boots
But you still sang my song.

I wailed like a wimp for years
together, and then you came along
Scared me with burly big eyes
but you still sang my song.

You always had 'the' reputation
And then I came along
Smashed to pieces whatever was left
After I rang my 'bong'.

I've always been the queen of antics
did the most 'uncool' things
As much as you tried to save the day
You still, took me in your wings.

I've been the root of major bloopers
I've been the problem kid
Though I always knew you'd pull me out
No matter what you did

And of course I always 'did my thing'
With hurdles crazily new
But I wasn't worried the least bit
For all I had to do, was,
Sit around, make a stupid face
And then look up* at you.

* Added only for correct literary effect, Shortie.

CONCLUSION: Look at you, weirdo. The quintessential Vadde Bhenji, HAHAHA! :P
Happy Birthday!
Come back, I'm telling you.. America is all bloody Moh-Maaya!

Happy Birthday again! :)

Sunday, January 3, 2010


Common looking people are the best in the world: that is the reason the Lord makes so many of them.
-Abraham Lincoln.

PS. Ahh, I see.
"Par, Aam Aadmi ko kya mila?!"
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