wanderlust forever
No destination too far, no ride too long.....
Monday, March 23, 2009
fly like an eagle
I'm starting to understand why the best songs are writtedn by people who are either drunk or high; why every story that moves you is written by an author as famous for his love of the bottle as his works.
I'm not trying to glorify alcohol excesses (though there's no reason why I should even be clarifying that point) but it's fairly clear that liquor brings out the creative best in most people. I have observed people who are so totally wound up under ordinary circumstances that it's difficult to have a balanced conversation with him/her. But throw in a few large measures of single malt and it's as if you've breathed life into a mannequin. It's fuckin unreal.
Recently I've started experiencing chest pain, one of which resulted in a panic call to the cardiologist. Probably gas. Anyway, I drink pretty much what is expected of people my age.....3-4 drinks saturday/sunday. Now here's the good part.....I'm a bloody insomniac during the week. I rarely get sleep before 3 am. I sleep like a baby on weekends. All my problems are stress-related. I've decided that if I'm gonna go, I'm gonna go high. I know I sound ridiculous, but I'm watching my life go by, and I've realized that I'd rather be a dead drunk than a sober mannequin.
I've been raised with the idea that making mistakes is not acceptable. Insobreity gives me a temporary licence (valid only o my own trippin highway) to think/say/do anything I want without the burden of consequence. Like Clark Kent turning into Superman for a while., red chaddis and balls of steel.....the whole package.
I'd like to quote mr. Bob Marley here. who in all his wisdom taught us......
Sun is shining, the weather is sweet
Make you want to move your dancing feet
To the rescue, here I am
Want you to know ya, where I stand
(Monday morning) here I am
Want you to know just if you can
(Tuesday evening) where I stand
(Wednesday morning) tell myself a new day is rising
(Thursday evening) get on the rise a new day is dawning
(Friday morning) here I am
(Saturday evening) want you to know just
Want you to know just where I stand
When the morning gathers the rainbow
Want you to know I'm a rainbow too
So, to the rescue here I am
Want you to know just if you can
Where I stand, know, know, know, know, know
Peace. It's good to be back and writing again.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Jai mata di!
We flew to Jammu and then drove to this place, Katra, from where the route to the shrine begins. As it was, our group consisted of a bunch of seniors in their fifties and sixties, and not exactly jumping at the idea of doing the 13 km trek, so it was decided that we'd take the helicopter up to the mountain, from where it was a 2.5 km walk up to the top. My first time in a chopper, and I must admit there's quite nothing like the feeling of hovering a few thousand feet up. Definitely something worth experiencing at least once.
Anyway, so we flew up, and as luck would have it, clouds blew in and the chopper service was suspended for the day. We had to walk back down.
A little way on, it started pouring and we had to step under a canopy (you don't want to be wet and cold with 10 kms of slippery downhill road to go, trust me). That's when I saw him. A man, probably in his 30s or 40s, a leg missing and moving along by propping himself on a stick. No shirt, nothing on his feet, just a small bag slung across his shoulders. He kept repeating "jai mata di" as he slowly made his way up in the rain.
I've never felt so humbled in my life. This guy was making his way up a mountain driven solely by his faith. That encounter has affected my way of looking at life to some extent. I'm starting to believe it's very important to have something to hold on to in life. Not physical stuff, though even that helps sometimes, but something deeper. I'm having trouble explaining here. Maybe it'll require more digging within.
I hope that man's prayers get answered. He certainly deserves it more than I do.
Friday, June 01, 2007
technology dud.....
Apparently I look like Yao Ming and Madonna.
No really, do I look from any angle, by the furthest stretch of your imagination, like a Chinese basketball player??? Has anyone ever seen me walkin' around with metallic cones attached to my boobs singing about virgins??
Now would be a good time to send the software back to the drawing board.....
Thursday, April 19, 2007
T.I.A. This is Africa
"Why the hell does an American journo deputed in India need to go to prison in Zimbabwe to bring forth the issue of mistreatment of prisoners by a tyrant?? Guantanamo Bay's much closer."
"Mugabe looks and behaves a lot like Idi Amin (no clue about the cannibalism or orgies though)."
"The author can't decide whether to sympathize with the Zimbabweans or criticize them. Typical diplomatic article."
"Why can't a nation of a dozen million people overthrow one dictatorial fucker??"
Then I remembered this line by Leonardo DiCaprio's character from Blood Diamond......
"Sometimes I wonder... will God ever forgive us for what we've done to each other? Then I look around and I realize... God left this place a long time ago."
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
may the force be with you.....
This thing makes killing mosquitos easy as, er, pie. it basically fries the damn things to hell. I'm sure if you look closely after zapping them, the little fuckers probably look like miniatures of Don King.
Anyway, so I kill like 200 skitos everyday. It's like having a light sabre in your hand!!
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
been there....
Anyway, I was watching this movie about the '93 bomb attack on Bombay, and I started putting together a mental list of some of the major events that I've "witnessed" in my lifetime. Here's what I came up with:
in no particular order.....
1. Pulling down of the Berlin wall
2. 9/11, 7/7 and other terrorist attacks
3. '06 tsunami
4. '01 Bhuj quake
5. Cloning of Dolly (the sheep, not Parton)
6. Gulf War I & II, Afghan "war" and all other wars where the US invaded other countries.
7. Assassinations of Indira & Rajiv Gandhi, Rafik Hariri, Sadat, Lennon
8. Deaths of music and movie greats (Kurt Cobain, Freddie M, RDB, George Harrison, John Lennon, Marley Sr., Utpal Dutt, Marlon Brando etc. etc.)
9. '84 Punjab, '02 Gujarat and other mass riots.
Do you recall any others?
Oddly, and sadly, most of the events involve destruction and death. More proof we're fluching ourselves down the toilet.
Friday, October 27, 2006
cricket quiz
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
what's in your spam?
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Return of the Gyaan.......
hehehe.....some things will never change.
Sunday, October 15, 2006
you may say I'm a dreamer........
I'm turning into a workaholic.......15 hour days since the last couple of months. I'm totally stressed out, but loving it. So what drives people to work hard and become successful?
1. Money.......a very powerful and at the same time a completely lame reason. I mean, with enough effort and focus it's going to come to you in any case.
2. Need for Speed.......this is not a bad reason actually. The adrenaline rush that success generates is quite unmatched. Can also take you out if you let it go to your head.
3. Point to Prove..........generally applicable to people tired of hearing "hey loser!" These people more often than not end up being the most successful of the lot.
It could be any one of the above, or a combination of the lot, or even some altogether different/personal reasonMy reason is this super-powerful urge to "building a community"
I have this dream of creating a company that provides livelihood to an entire community of people.......like a village. The company is at the heart of this campus. Hospitals, schools, a bank....all of it. My own Jamshedpur. That's right, I'll have to take my company public if I'm going to achieve any of this. I'm giving myself six years.
It shall be done.
Friday, September 29, 2006
Sunday, September 24, 2006
funny lot, these english......
Case 1:
A classic example of this particular brand of humour is that motoring maniac of television, Jeremy Clarkson. I was reading this article recently where he described the Suzuki Wagon R as something you ought to avoid like "you'd avoid unprotected sex with an Ethiopian transvestite."
Apart from Top Gear, Clarkson also has this show called "Jeremy Claskson Meets the Neighbours" where he drives across Europe in his Jag and points out the hilarious eccentricities of the Euro way of life through his unique Britsh-tinted point-of-view. Whether he's describing the French as a bunch of "onion selling ne'er-do-wells" and finding out why THEY'RE so smug, or calling German motorists "donkey killers," he's so entertaining that I'm actually sad everytime the show ends. The man dedicated a whole episode to finding out if the Germans have a sense of humour. They don't, apparently.
Case 2:
Master of gastronomic spelunking, Keith Floyd. He's doing this "Floyd uncorked" thing where he travels through wine country (again, mostly Europa) de-mystifying the whole grape to bottle process as well as explaining to us less fortunate bastards what to look for in this wine or that one.
Now he occasionally invites this wine expert "JD" on the show and then proceeds to tear the seriousness of the business to shreds with the sharpest humour possible, which even poor JD, who's at the receiving end half the time, can't help laughing at.
I'm tellin ya, the british have been doing humour for so long they're much better at it than the yanks.
Chris Rock can kiss my ass.
Khosla ka Kheema
Someone finally went and made one of those "everyday life" social comedies. I'm talking about the "Katha" types where your average guy is thrown to the wolves played by the govt. officials, the cops and the land mafia. Oh man I laughed my chaddees off! I love the way Dilliwalas talk.....that alone made it worth watching. There's no slapstick, no over-the-top crap going on. Just plain old dry humour.....the kind that happens without anyone saying or doing much. Smart movie.
On to the kheema.....
I had the most amazing kheema ever a couple of weeks back, and got the recipe from the person that made it. However, mine turned out a little sweet. I'm thinking it was because I didn't sautee the onions enough. Anyway, so I learnt the hard way that kheema is the easiest meat dish to prepare, but the hardest to get just right. Then my sister enlightened me to the fact that you can make kheema in a bunch of different ways.
So guys, if you have a kheema recipe or any meat recipe for that matter, type it up and post it in the comments section. I've re-discovered the joys of the kitchen. Wish we had Food TV in India.......Bobby Flay, Jamie Oliver, Emeril......geniuses! Sanjeev Kapoor is a jackass.
Sunday, September 10, 2006
another 168 hours
- Malegoan mimiced big brother Mumbai and sadly, did a great job of it
- the crocodile hunter yelled his last "crickey!" and crocs everywhere shed real tears
- Sharapova won her second grand slam title and proved again that she's not Kournikova
- Navratilova won her 59th grand slam title and proved again that she's from planet Krypton
- the Indian hockey team crapped it's pants under pressure. Again. And again. And almost.....
- Boatloads of taxpayer money wasted on endless debates about vande mataram
Thursday, September 07, 2006
ctrl-c, ctrl-v
Now the class was taught by a really cool professor, Mario Aste. I'd initially signed up for the class for the credits - this was a guaranteed A and three credits in the basket, but I really started to enjoy the class. No, besides the sex scenes. And I don't usually have a problem with papers and the like. Then one saturday morning....
(phone rings)
keith: "dude, wake up!"
me: "uhh..."
k: "big trouble....reach Aste's office in 15 mins!"
me: "uhh.....huh?"
k: "plagiarism. nishith, you and me."
me: "???"
10 mins later.....
me: "what the hell happened??
nishith: "aste's giving us an F for copying from each other's papers."
me: "but it was you fuckers who looked at my paper and copied from it! My stuff's all original!"
n: "yeah, you're getting screwed anyway. he doesn't care who copied from whom. he's failing everyone who has similar stuff."
It took 30 mins worth of groveling and pleading before he let us off. And we had to rewrite the damn paper. Actually only I had to rewrite it......the other two were writing it for the first time....
moral: don't have dumbasses for friends.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
an unfinished adventure
I'm at a loss for words here.
Sunday, September 03, 2006
formula for excellent evenings
1. squeeze 1 fresh lime into a glass
2. pour in a large measure of Bacardi Limon
3. break ice into small pieces and fill half the glass
4. top up glass with soda
5. toast and drink away
repeat steps 1 through 5 until wasted and happy.
Friday, September 01, 2006
brain wide shut
Meanwhile I've been getting in touch with old friends. Yeah, that time of the year when I start remembering the good times that were indulged in while at college. I spent 15 mins on the phone with an old friend in the US leafing through the memories. It's like drinking wine. The longer you wait before talking about it, the fonder the memory becomes. Hah! All that sentimental shite!!
But there are some traditions in the US which I liked more. Like friends taking you out and getting you drunk on your birthday is a hell of a lot of fun than having to treat everyone! We should do that here in India instead of the bloody "happy birthday! where's my treat?" thing that goes on. Then there was the barbecue where everyone hung around a grill and drank beer and talked about all kinds of crap. Here we have the kabab specialist making tikkas while people hang around and talk crap. That bonding element kinda goes missing when you throw in a dude walking around with a tray full of kakori kababs.
Hmmm.......all that food talk is doing things to my tastebuds. Hang on.
Okay, took care of the salivating issue. So yeah, must get in touch with my other carnivore brethren and dig into some mutton chops one of these days. I should write about food more frequently. Think I will.
Monday, August 21, 2006
road trippin'
My desire to visit South America is now many times more intense after watching those two dudes travelling through the mists of Chile, the snowy peaks of Peru, on through the Machu Picchu ruins and ending with a raft ride down the Amazon. I've taken a few trips through the motherland in the last few years with my borderline Jekyll/Hyde amigo Rahul, and there's really nothing like summiting a peak or sharing a meal with total strangers in the middle of nowhere. You feel like shit and want to drop dead from exhaustion but you'd do it a hundred times given the opportunity. I'm not talking the WWF-nursing-you-all-the-way kind of treks, mind you. This is different.
We were the only four people in about a 50 sq km area. Photograph courtesy self-timer.
Road trips are different from all other kinds of travels in the sense that your pace can be adjusted to match the local pace of life. Your day begins with the locals as you grab your lota/toilet paper and head off behind a boulder to take care of the original "download". Then after a cup of the local brew you're off to explore and experience the place. And so it goes on for many days. What a life!
Some movies really manage to give the viewer a real slice of the locales. Lord of the Rings was one such movie, this is another one. Watch it and you'll understand what I'm talking about. I bought the DVD today......a great addition to any collection. Oh, soundtrack's pretty good too!
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Independence day special
What's your one favourite moment in Indian cinema?
I realised which one was my favourite a few days ago while watching doordarshan (yeah so I watch DD sometimes even when there's no match on.....big deal). Shockingly, it has Shahrukh Khan in it. Now I really dislike the guy and his frikkin stammering, but he doesn't say a word in this scene. The scene is from Swades, and if you've ever lived abroad you'll like this movie for sure. I'm talking about the part where Mohan is returning to the village from some trip and his train stops at a station. This kid selling water comes running up and asks him to buy a glass for 25 paise.
I feel anger, frustration, helplessness and an extreme desire to do something about the state of the country every single time I watch it. I think some amount of community service should be mandatory for everyone in this country......like you have to serve in the armed forces in Israel, Switzerland etc. for a couple of years or so.
Sanitation, education, health, welfare.......take my word for it, the government will NEVER be able to do it all. Either we come to terms with it and do it ourselves or we can continue to wait for Uncle Ram to come around and do it for us and enjoy the ignorance and filth in the meantime.
I think we would have been better off under British rule.....look at Hong Kong today.
I know, I'm leaking frustration.
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Oye Billo chaman!
I remember stopping at this dhaba one afternoon, somewhere between Kanpur and Lucknow. I was sitting at a table sipping chai when three or four jeeps bearing the Samajwadi Party flags drove up and about 20 odd dudes got out. Half of them were carrying rifles and they wore the standard kurta/jeans attire complete with the "gamcha",tilak and stubble. Then one guy, probably the boss, started talking on his cellphone. "Haan, hum pehelwan ko bol diye hain....agar nahi utha to uthva lenge....." Trust me, you do not want to be caught listening in on that conversation. I'd be dunked in my chai like a glucose biscuit. As expected they left without paying. I used to complain that things in Gujarat aren't good enough until I went to U.P. and Bihar. Take your average Delhi taxi driver and multiply him by 100 million. That's the cow-belt for you my friends.
Coming back to the movie, I'm really liking Shakespeare's dark side. Far better than the comedies. And when you bring back Iago as Langda Tyagi, man, what can I say! Superb! I love sinister characters......edgy, troubled, brilliant in a sick way. I haven''t read too much Shakespeare and I probably won't get around to doing so anytime soon, unless somebody re-writes it in more contemporary prose. Like I've just started reading the first book of Ashok Banker's version of the Ramayana....it's called The Prince of Ayodhya. Good stuff so far.
Non-stop rain here for 48 hours. Time to dust off the old "The End Is Near" sign. I've noticed rain is a regular topic in my posts. Maybe I'm British. The British did hang out in Saurashtra quite a bit you know. What the fuck am I typing???? Where's my chai?!?!
Monday, July 24, 2006
???????
JAI HIND! <-- feeble attempt to negate the possible consequence of recent outburst
"..............................."
BOMB, TERRORIST, AL QAEDA, OSAMA, DAWOOD, LASHKAR, RDX, LTTE, NAXALITE, ASSASINATE, ATTACK, BUSH, MASSAGE, MORON, PARLIAMENT, GRENADE, KILL
There, I said it.
Now I'll wait for the CBI, RAW, FBI, CIA and all the other acronymous agencies to come get me.
Note to Mr. Dayanidhi Maran, Union Minister, Ministry of Communications and Information Technology, Government of India: Have you heard of a little something called email?
I knew we were trying to be like China but didn't think this is how it would happen. What's next, public stoning?
Tell everyone you know in India that they can still browse blogs by going to http://anonymouse.org/anonwww.html
Score so far:
Citizens 0
Stupid Politicians 1
Saturday, July 15, 2006
168 hours
- Zidane turned into a bull and saw red (card), and consequently
- French bread was pounded by pasta
- Israel lost it and bombed everyone and their mother
- Mumbai took another one on the chin, and moved on to the next round
- ISRO screwed up a satellite launch (no pay-per-view for our lunghi-clad brethren for another year)
- I got engaged
Friday, June 30, 2006
global warning 2
The roof first started leaking the first time it rained, like three weeks back. I told my landlord about it and he got some people to fix the overhead drainage. Now the fuckers didn't do a proper job and now my warehouse is a freaking mess. Nobody takes their work seriously here.
I often rant about how our government has some totally screwed-up policies. No different at the municipal level. I saw the sanitation guys trying to clean this man-made lake in the middle of the city, ONE WEEK before the monsoon rains arrived. What the fuck were you doing all year??? Is public memory so short that they don't remember the apocalyptic rains that hammered us and bitch-slapped the city to a standstill????? Man you guys are asking for it!
And then there are the dudes that dig up our roads all the time. They don't start working till 9.30 am, when the entire city is on the roads trying to get to wherever it is they're trying to get to. And then they'll take 20 breaks in between where they stick a fucking twig into the debris to "warn" people that there's a goddamn 10-foot deep crater in the middle of the road. I mean, is our governments' sole aim to frustrate its citizenry to the point where they turn into rude, inconsiderate, crap-mouthed lunatics??? Why can't the road diggers do their digging at night??? There's no traffic, it's more peaceful, people aren't swearing at them, and it's safer because they don't have to worry about some scooting family with 17 kids sandwiched between them driving into the hole they're working in.
But no, they won't do it. Because that's the work ethic we've built our lives around. I see this selfish "I don't care about you cuz I'm the fucking king of my world" attitude and it makes my blood boil. I have serious road rage and will try to run down anyone who tries to cut in front of me as if he owns the road. One of these days I'm going to get the fucker. That's if I don't die of cardiac arrest first.
Yeah, so I guess it'll take one of those monster floods to clean this world of it's scum. The world is truly round.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
global warning
Now I have immense respect for nature and go to lengths to ensure I don't add to or remove from the environment wherever I am. I do occasionally release a small amount of methane (I think it's methane) into the atmosphere, but other than that I'm fairly eco-friendly. Hell, David Attenborough is one of my favourite people! So the point I'm trying to make is, why are people here so casual when it comes to not fucking their surroundings up? I mean, do the people that dump garbage outside their house really think it's less disgusting to have it sitting right outside their entrance than it is inside their house?? And then there's the freakball neighbour who'll go a step further and burn his garbage + lawn mowings outside MY house. That's right, pollute the air, asphyxiate the neighbours, and then allow the burnt crap to spead all over the place!
Clogged sewers, dirty streets, destroyed foliage......you cannot file those under "Progress" my friend. They go in the "S" section, in the file marked "Suicide"......
Friday, June 23, 2006
bored games
Do you have or know of any kids' craft activities that you'd like to see in stores in India? Anything; stuff that you presently make by hand or even those handicraft-ish wooden items that could use a makeover. Even board games that you think might do really well. Send me your thoughts. I'm doing big time product range upgradation at work........by the way, you know what I do right?
In an unrelated incident, I'm sure you must have heard of the great Bappi da (for the unfortunate few who don't know who he is, go here) composing a song for the Football World Cup (ah....Bongs, music and football.....one of the great troikas!). I got to thinking about how much this one guy has influenced the music scene. He started the disco wave in India 20 years ago, and some of us will never admit it, but we loved it at the time (I still love it, but in a different way now...hehe). Then a couple of years ago he sued Dr. Dre for spinning one of his old numbers into a huge hit. Think about it, not only does he have black people swaying to his music, he's influenced the way they dress as well......
Exhibit A: Bappi vs. Nelly
Notice the chains, the rings, the athletic clothing. It's all there dawg! (That's not a quadruple chin on Bappi's face my friend....those are his muscular vocal chords developed over 26 years of singing "I em ay dis-sco daencer." Nelly-boy still has some singing to do before he can reach the stellar heights that Bappi has scaled.
Bappi da, I salute you!
Friday, June 16, 2006
how to spend lunch hour - option 1
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
once a parent......
By the way, saw X-Men III recently....I like superhero movies....dial M for mutants, maniacs, mystery. Clark Kent returns to theatres this month......faster than a speeding bullet!
Speaking of movies....I've seen some good stuff since I got my DVD library membership renewed. Dirty, Four Brothers, Two for the Money, Ice Harvest......John Cusack is one excellent mofo!
This blog will self-destruct in 5 seconds.
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
aromatherapy
The day I go over the 100 thousand $ mark I'm going to buy myself the 7-series of espresso machines. Check out this bad boy.......
I'll putt-putt along on my Rowenta till then. Fellow coffee connoisseurs welcome.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
football fever
Anyway, so I'm thinking it could be one of the following three possibilities:
a. The dude was a Bong
b. He was employed by a Bong, or
c. He was Brazilian.
Looks like rain. Hope he also has a matching Ronaldinho raincoat.
Sunday, June 04, 2006
just like old times
Anyway, time-machining back to the present, I was going through my buddy amit's blog today when I suddenly remembered....waitaminute, what happened to MY blog??? After some amount of password-guessing (if you can't remember your own password, nobody's EVER gonna guess it...heheh) I was allowed back into my account.
So what'll be happening on these pages you ask? Well anything......I'll be writing about stuff that I've seen, heard, consumed, learnt and felt. This should be a good trip.......