I was enjoying the cold weather of Pune, outside my office with a cup of tea, joined by a new team mate when suddenly the question of my marriage popped up.
" I have recently married" i said.
My team mate A. was a 28 year old. A few months ago he had proposed a girl 4 years younger and was enjoying a blissful committed status. Ofcourse he was a virgin and had a very little taste of womanhood save for the few smooches his girlfreind was allowing him every week.
" How is the sex between you two" he asked me.
" Its great. Why do you ask" i said.
He blushed with the thought.
"Hmmm... well...hmm... i was thinking... no actually my girlfreind...hmmm.. well we wish to have sex but we both are scared to have it. What should i do? That is the reason i want an advice from you."
My mind raced back around two years ago when my beloved and i were in the same shoes. And now here was i, giving advice to my fellow team mate 3 years elder to me, a person who had no idea whatsoever about the act of divinity.
"Why do you wish to have sex so early in your relationship?" i asked.
" Well... actually its my girl friend who wants it. She feels giving me what i desire would make me committed to her" he replied.
"Thats bad... probably she still doubts your fidelty rite?"
"Yes... she does...How do you know?"
Well that put a smile across my face. I knew sex at a time when the girl still has some reservations about her man would just be disastrous.
"I suggest wait for some time. Understand she does not want sex but saying so just out of an obligation to keep you happy and satisfied. Even if you do it, it will hardly give you any pleasure"
"So when should i have it" he asked.
Suddenly my mind raced back again on the day i first had sex with my girl. The previous day was great. Both our parents had met each other over lunch and had consented to our decision to get married.
It was gloomy motel room i was staying in and my sweetheart made an early morning visit and i made my first mistake. With my eyes full of lust i asked her for sex. Unfortunately she consented to it though she was absolutely not ready for it.
Things finished faster than we expected. I had fulfilled my long awaited desire but it appeared as though it was just another session of masturbation. I was tired, sweating and watching my woman's nakedness. She had a disappointed look on her face and my selfishness did not even bother about this because i just could not take my eyes away from her beautiful body.
"How did it feel" i asked her.
"I did not feel a thing except for pain".
Her reply startled me. What a fool i made myself then i thought.
What a fool i was not to think about her while making love. What a shameless, selfish fool was i. When i was basking in the glory of my triumph over her body why did not i think about her. Pleasure!! why should it be a feeling only men deserve why not a woman.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Sunday, November 07, 2010
Mr.HEATHCLIFF--- The childhood (Part-I)
It was another lazy sunday at my office. Barring a few server alerts (yucks IT industry sucks), i had absolutely nothing which i could call work. Suddenly i decided to check a few assignments that are given to students on course to complete their MA in English Literature. One question did capture my attention though. "Does the character Mr. Heathcliff from Wuthering Hieghts deserve sympathy". That sent my mind racing back to 1995. I was fifth grade. It was the library class and our teacher was distributing books that had to be read during that week. That was when i recieved the children's edition of the classic "Wuthering Hieghts". The second of the three Bronte sisters, Emily was the author and this was her only novel. Recently i had the chance to read it again and it was no child's edition but the original victorian english edition.What beauty the words in it had
Now lets come back to the question of Mr. Heathcliff deserving sympathy. I hated Mr. Heathcliff when i first read the book as a child. After all he encourages Isabelle's infatuations but sadly not being in love with but just as a plan to have revenge with Edgar, Isabelle's brother and Catherine's husband. I should have hated Catherine instead, the very Catherine who was the Heathcliff's shadow during his childhood and the very Catherine who caused all the miseries in Heathcliff's life. Let me voyage into the magical journey of the past to travel to England in the mid 18th century and be in the shoes of Heathcliff. I am a seven year old gypsy orphan and a sympathetic Mr. Earnshaw takes me to his home, the Wuthering Hieghts, only to to cause ire among his children. I have Hindley Earnshaw, Mr. Earnshaw's son who hates me because i have won his fathers affections and i have catherine who is my soul mate, my twin self. One day my patron dies and it is Hindley fresh out of college to take over as the new master of Wuthering Hieghts. I am made the servant of the house and probably treated much worse than a servant. My only saviour and the reason to stay being Cathy, whom i cherish more than my own self. On one such fateful afternoon when we have our adventures go over to Thrushcross Grange and watch the Linton children play only to be reminded my status as the servant of the house when Cathy being caught by the dog is being nursed and i am being humiliated and sent home. Now Cathy is changed she mocks my appearance, i try to dress decently to impress Cathy when Linton's arrive at Wuthering hieghts, i fail to do so and
to add to my miseries i have Edgar Linton, Cathy's new found interest make fun of me. My heart is hurt and i charge at Edgar injuring him. I am brutally locked up in the attic by Hindley and Cathy climbs the roof to comfort me. I vow to revenge Hindley.
Sadly this is the childhood spent by Heathcliff. Probably he would have had a much sweeter childhood if he was left as an orphan. He was shown the high cliff of happiness only to be kicked in the rear in the deep sea of sadness below.
--- To be continued----
Now lets come back to the question of Mr. Heathcliff deserving sympathy. I hated Mr. Heathcliff when i first read the book as a child. After all he encourages Isabelle's infatuations but sadly not being in love with but just as a plan to have revenge with Edgar, Isabelle's brother and Catherine's husband. I should have hated Catherine instead, the very Catherine who was the Heathcliff's shadow during his childhood and the very Catherine who caused all the miseries in Heathcliff's life. Let me voyage into the magical journey of the past to travel to England in the mid 18th century and be in the shoes of Heathcliff. I am a seven year old gypsy orphan and a sympathetic Mr. Earnshaw takes me to his home, the Wuthering Hieghts, only to to cause ire among his children. I have Hindley Earnshaw, Mr. Earnshaw's son who hates me because i have won his fathers affections and i have catherine who is my soul mate, my twin self. One day my patron dies and it is Hindley fresh out of college to take over as the new master of Wuthering Hieghts. I am made the servant of the house and probably treated much worse than a servant. My only saviour and the reason to stay being Cathy, whom i cherish more than my own self. On one such fateful afternoon when we have our adventures go over to Thrushcross Grange and watch the Linton children play only to be reminded my status as the servant of the house when Cathy being caught by the dog is being nursed and i am being humiliated and sent home. Now Cathy is changed she mocks my appearance, i try to dress decently to impress Cathy when Linton's arrive at Wuthering hieghts, i fail to do so and
to add to my miseries i have Edgar Linton, Cathy's new found interest make fun of me. My heart is hurt and i charge at Edgar injuring him. I am brutally locked up in the attic by Hindley and Cathy climbs the roof to comfort me. I vow to revenge Hindley.
Sadly this is the childhood spent by Heathcliff. Probably he would have had a much sweeter childhood if he was left as an orphan. He was shown the high cliff of happiness only to be kicked in the rear in the deep sea of sadness below.
--- To be continued----
Monday, August 09, 2010
Trip
I am just back from a tiring week long trip from Kerala/Goa. Received the much needed break from work.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Another period of tenseness
Just attended a meeting session with my boss and his boss. Thankfully, i had not done anything wrong this time. I was apprehensive because they were extra courteous and polite towards me. Finally they spelled out the doom. The project will be gone in matter of few days and they had no option but to put people on the bench for few days or weeks probably. That came as no surprise. Yes, i was worried but the bosses took extra care about that by praising the excellent work that i did and also the amount of internal vacancies around in the company. I felt sad though, not because i had to leave excellent work (or absolutely no work would be more precise) but because of the nice people that i shared my office space with (and that includes for the first time in my entire career, my boss who was extra nice to everybody). But alas, time and tide waits for nobody and i have to move on. As a parting gift my boss allowed me my long deserved vacation and immediately i had to seek help from Indian Railways for my tickets reservations. Looks like people hate traveling during the rains and hence did not have much trouble for the reservations. I will be traveling to Kerala tomorrow. Comfortably sleeping in my wife's arms for few days after heavy diet of sea food and boiled rice.
Had no work hence i decided to check out our company library but sadly it only had books that had scores of programs which i could never understand (yeah yeah i work in software industry yet i find programs just like a maze of mirrors in a county feast). But my eyes did fall on something interesting. Amitav Ghosh's The Calcutta Chromosome. I finished 50 pages and it felt like wife who had an hour long sex session without an orgasm. I was still unsatisfied. I wanted more out of the maze like situations which the author creates. Finally the place was getting too crowded with girls chattering non-stop on how this months edition of the Chicken Soup for the soul was really swell of a book. "Shut-up ladies", someone is trying to concentrate here i would have liked to say, yet it is non-chivalrous for a grown up man to yell at ladies.
Had no work hence i decided to check out our company library but sadly it only had books that had scores of programs which i could never understand (yeah yeah i work in software industry yet i find programs just like a maze of mirrors in a county feast). But my eyes did fall on something interesting. Amitav Ghosh's The Calcutta Chromosome. I finished 50 pages and it felt like wife who had an hour long sex session without an orgasm. I was still unsatisfied. I wanted more out of the maze like situations which the author creates. Finally the place was getting too crowded with girls chattering non-stop on how this months edition of the Chicken Soup for the soul was really swell of a book. "Shut-up ladies", someone is trying to concentrate here i would have liked to say, yet it is non-chivalrous for a grown up man to yell at ladies.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Rock-a-blog
Had a peaceful sleep save for the 08:00 wake call from my wife. She was in an extra romantic mood, and we exchanged a few passionate kisses (ofcourse throught the airtel network). I felt refreshed aand listened to some nice marathi music by Millind Ingle. The tunes reminded me of B.J Thomas classic "Rain-drops keep falling on my head".
I had to go to work and i shared the cab today with a rock-enthusiast. Long hair, unshaven stubble, ears pierced, wearing a faded black SEPULTURA round neck, he looked as if he came straight out of a brawl.
" You listen to rock music" i casually asked him.
"ya dude... rock is my religion dude..Marilyn manson my god dude... blah blah blah blah... cannibal corpse... dude... again blah blah blah...dude...dude... meshuggah death metal....speed metal... again marilyn Manson Bla blah blah...dude.. dude... "sweet dreams"... f****** so good..dude...blah blah blah"
Patience i told myself as he was yet starting another story on why he thinks Marilyn Manson to be over jesus Christ.
Christ i said to myself.
"Do you listen to led Zappelin" i interrupted.
"Led who? marilyn manson, Sepultura....blah blah blah blah... rock is f**** my religion...dude... blah blah blah..."
"My god please somebody stop this guy" my ears were screaming. I t was as if looking at a child given his first rattle toy.
"Saheb trip sheet var sign kara" interrupted the driver. (sir, sign on the trip sheet) and i was grateful to him. This was the only time Mr Dude Marilyn Bigfan had his mouth shut.
"You listen to rock music" it was his turn now.
No i dont i wanted to yell out. I do not listen to Bob Dylan, janis Joplin, Syd Barrett, beatles, Neil Diamond et company nor do i listen to Deep Purple, Doors or Elvis Presley, i wished to yell. God it was like telling a bald man to use a hair straightener.
" No" i said politely. "I only listen to hindi romantic songs".
He made an awful face. If the expressions could speak it would surely be " God put some sense unto him. make him listen to rock ... marilyn Manson... blah blah blah... DUDE"
For in much wisdom is much grief: and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.
Daniel (ch. XII, v. 4)
I had to go to work and i shared the cab today with a rock-enthusiast. Long hair, unshaven stubble, ears pierced, wearing a faded black SEPULTURA round neck, he looked as if he came straight out of a brawl.
" You listen to rock music" i casually asked him.
"ya dude... rock is my religion dude..Marilyn manson my god dude... blah blah blah blah... cannibal corpse... dude... again blah blah blah...dude...dude... meshuggah death metal....speed metal... again marilyn Manson Bla blah blah...dude.. dude... "sweet dreams"... f****** so good..dude...blah blah blah"
Patience i told myself as he was yet starting another story on why he thinks Marilyn Manson to be over jesus Christ.
Christ i said to myself.
"Do you listen to led Zappelin" i interrupted.
"Led who? marilyn manson, Sepultura....blah blah blah blah... rock is f**** my religion...dude... blah blah blah..."
"My god please somebody stop this guy" my ears were screaming. I t was as if looking at a child given his first rattle toy.
"Saheb trip sheet var sign kara" interrupted the driver. (sir, sign on the trip sheet) and i was grateful to him. This was the only time Mr Dude Marilyn Bigfan had his mouth shut.
"You listen to rock music" it was his turn now.
No i dont i wanted to yell out. I do not listen to Bob Dylan, janis Joplin, Syd Barrett, beatles, Neil Diamond et company nor do i listen to Deep Purple, Doors or Elvis Presley, i wished to yell. God it was like telling a bald man to use a hair straightener.
" No" i said politely. "I only listen to hindi romantic songs".
He made an awful face. If the expressions could speak it would surely be " God put some sense unto him. make him listen to rock ... marilyn Manson... blah blah blah... DUDE"
For in much wisdom is much grief: and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.
Daniel (ch. XII, v. 4)
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Drizzle
Again the the rain clouds gather, again the memories gather,
All our rains, still drain through my heart,
again the rains so wet, again the rains bring us together,
all her fond memories, rains bring back to me,
again the rains hear a lot, again the rains speak a lot,
yet it only listens to all her talks and not mine,
yet i tell the rains, yet i speak to rains,
for all our fond memories again, i ask the rains.
(Translated from the Marathi Song Gaarva by Soumitra)
All our rains, still drain through my heart,
again the rains so wet, again the rains bring us together,
all her fond memories, rains bring back to me,
again the rains hear a lot, again the rains speak a lot,
yet it only listens to all her talks and not mine,
yet i tell the rains, yet i speak to rains,
for all our fond memories again, i ask the rains.
(Translated from the Marathi Song Gaarva by Soumitra)
The story of an Indian Devdasi
Indians are proud about their culture. The following is a story of an unfortunate Indian which makes you think about how "glorious" our culture is.
"One night, when I was about 11, the Hindu goddess Yellamma came to my mother in a dream. When she told the local priest about her vision, he insisted that it was a sign from the goddess that she must devote me as a Devadasi in return for my sister, who left the system a few years earlier after marrying one of her 'patrons.' He warned her that if I wasn't initiated then my brother would be punished by the goddess. So it was decided that I would be sacrificed in her place.
“The Devadasi dedication ceremony is very much like a traditional Hindu wedding, but without any husband. The whole community gathered together and I was bought elaborate dresses, gold necklaces, jewels, silver toe rings, and all the other symbols of marriage. I was only a child and didn't understand the significance of what was happening. I just felt happy to be the center of attention, and to be wearing a real sari for the first time. I was becoming a woman. I remember my sister and brother being incredibly upset about what was going on. They kept fighting with my mother, saying 'What about her studies? Why do you want to ruin her life?' But to me it was the most exciting day of my life.
“After the initiation ceremony life went back to normal for about a year and a half, living at home and attending school as normal. I know now that the community were waiting for me to reach puberty. Then one morning, when I was around 13, a male employee of a local hospital offered my mother Rs. 500 (£6) in exchange for my virginity. It is traditional for a Devadasi's mother or grandmother to arrange their sexual partners, and so it was my own mother that sent me that night to the dark X-ray room at the hospital, to be sexually abused by a complete stranger. I had no idea what was happening to me, but I was terrified. A marriage is supposed to be a moment of pride, of celebration, but for me it was a crude business exchange. Even after all these years, the memory of that night brings me to tears.
“The next encounter was with my sister's own husband, who had invested some money in my expensive dedication ceremony. According to tradition, the Devadasi's patron is always entitled to some return on his investment, so as soon as he found out that the first abuse had happened he started pestering my sister saying, 'Now I want to use this girl, I want her to come to me.' He said that if she didn't make it happen then he would leave her, and began simultaneously bribing my mother with small amounts of money each week.
“Finally it was arranged, without my consent, that I would stay with my sister and her husband every weekend between Friday and Sunday, during which time I would be used by him at his will. During the week I was still attending school and living at home, but as soon as Friday drew near I would begin to feel sick with dread, visualising my attacker and what was going to happen to me. It was like living in hell. The abuse continued for almost five years, during which time became pregnant and carried two of his children – a boy and a girl.
"One night, when I was about 11, the Hindu goddess Yellamma came to my mother in a dream. When she told the local priest about her vision, he insisted that it was a sign from the goddess that she must devote me as a Devadasi in return for my sister, who left the system a few years earlier after marrying one of her 'patrons.' He warned her that if I wasn't initiated then my brother would be punished by the goddess. So it was decided that I would be sacrificed in her place.
“The Devadasi dedication ceremony is very much like a traditional Hindu wedding, but without any husband. The whole community gathered together and I was bought elaborate dresses, gold necklaces, jewels, silver toe rings, and all the other symbols of marriage. I was only a child and didn't understand the significance of what was happening. I just felt happy to be the center of attention, and to be wearing a real sari for the first time. I was becoming a woman. I remember my sister and brother being incredibly upset about what was going on. They kept fighting with my mother, saying 'What about her studies? Why do you want to ruin her life?' But to me it was the most exciting day of my life.
“After the initiation ceremony life went back to normal for about a year and a half, living at home and attending school as normal. I know now that the community were waiting for me to reach puberty. Then one morning, when I was around 13, a male employee of a local hospital offered my mother Rs. 500 (£6) in exchange for my virginity. It is traditional for a Devadasi's mother or grandmother to arrange their sexual partners, and so it was my own mother that sent me that night to the dark X-ray room at the hospital, to be sexually abused by a complete stranger. I had no idea what was happening to me, but I was terrified. A marriage is supposed to be a moment of pride, of celebration, but for me it was a crude business exchange. Even after all these years, the memory of that night brings me to tears.
“The next encounter was with my sister's own husband, who had invested some money in my expensive dedication ceremony. According to tradition, the Devadasi's patron is always entitled to some return on his investment, so as soon as he found out that the first abuse had happened he started pestering my sister saying, 'Now I want to use this girl, I want her to come to me.' He said that if she didn't make it happen then he would leave her, and began simultaneously bribing my mother with small amounts of money each week.
“Finally it was arranged, without my consent, that I would stay with my sister and her husband every weekend between Friday and Sunday, during which time I would be used by him at his will. During the week I was still attending school and living at home, but as soon as Friday drew near I would begin to feel sick with dread, visualising my attacker and what was going to happen to me. It was like living in hell. The abuse continued for almost five years, during which time became pregnant and carried two of his children – a boy and a girl.
Visions!!
Drenched again in rains is our very own Pune. Ofcourse welcome respite from the public water works dept. They had threatened the whole city of a Water Shutdown if the dams were not filled up. Great, now they dont have to do it and that ensures steady supply of water to everyone.
Had mixed emotions during the weekend. Following the rains had to cancel out outings on sunday. Felt bad for that but had no option, i was already suffering from a throat infection and did not wish to aggravate it any further. Tried making onion pakoras at home but at the last minute realised there was little besan left in the kitchen. Hence just put whatever besan we had into the bowl of chopped onions and just tried to fry the whole thing. It turned out to be some kind of besan bhurji and it wasnt bad. I thought it still tested wonderful and probably was happy to put another recipe to the indian cookbook. Christened it as veg-bhurji. They call it experimental cooking.
Had an extremely boring time with Moll Flanders, she returns back to London only to look for another gentleman who can keep her as a mistress. And she succeeds. If Moll were to be born in India she would surely had got a nickname "THURKI-aunty". But ofcourse its England.
Tried watching the film 3 idiots. Someone had said in has some parallels with Five Point Someone. Inspired from the book yes, we can say that. Sadly Aamir Khan does not remotely appear to be a college going kid or a supergenius. But ofcourse its the biggest hit of the year.
Well mom had called up. In my engineering college days, she always asked me when will would i get placed. Once placed she always asked me when i would switch from a BPO to IT industry. Once in the IT industry when would i be relocated to Pune. Now i am in Pune when will the time come when i will be sent onsite to UK,US or Singapore. My mom has this shitty habit of not being straight forward but will beat around the bush till the person understands what she wants to say. This time it took her 2 stories of some distant relatives who are in Singapore (for Mom ofcourse Singapore is the same as Shani-Signapore)before she made me me realise ..oh what a great sin it was to be a software engineer and still remain in India. Ofcourse though she isnt among the brightest minds on this earth yet she has a lot of brilliant people in her family tree. People who will teach Einstein the Theory of Relativity and will give the idea of Atomic Model to John Dalton. Latest is to brag about children going abroad to fulfill the onsite requirements. Mom does not wish to be left behind ofcourse.
Had a wonderful discussion with my better half. Are the girls who frequently sleeps with men before marriege justified in doing so? She always believed no they arent justified but here again i was a fence sitter. I said fine in my personal opinion i would not want a girl to do that but again if someone does it, its their f@#$%^& life.
Match set:
Point 1 Wife: No love and sexual intercourse are divine acts of nature and everybody should respect the laws of nature.
Counter Point Husband: But who has defined the laws of nature. Darwin hasnt and so its not a rule to sleep with one person all your life.
Point2 Wife: You have to respect the institution of marriege and commitment. Sleeping with more than a single partner is an act of adultery.
Counterpoint 2 husband: but should nt it be agreeable if the girl has not married or given a commitment.
Point 3 Wife: That means you support all this and if tomorrow you get a chance you will sleep with women rite???
Counterpoint 3 Husband: Husband speechless. trying hard to think of words that would say " My dear wife, i was yours, i am yours and will be yours in my body, soul and after life.
Husband loses the battle. Wife grins. Husband's ego is hurt. Wife finally says " i love you you my sweetheart. Husband angry with hurt ego.. musters courage and finally says...." i love you too my sweetheart".
Had mixed emotions during the weekend. Following the rains had to cancel out outings on sunday. Felt bad for that but had no option, i was already suffering from a throat infection and did not wish to aggravate it any further. Tried making onion pakoras at home but at the last minute realised there was little besan left in the kitchen. Hence just put whatever besan we had into the bowl of chopped onions and just tried to fry the whole thing. It turned out to be some kind of besan bhurji and it wasnt bad. I thought it still tested wonderful and probably was happy to put another recipe to the indian cookbook. Christened it as veg-bhurji. They call it experimental cooking.
Had an extremely boring time with Moll Flanders, she returns back to London only to look for another gentleman who can keep her as a mistress. And she succeeds. If Moll were to be born in India she would surely had got a nickname "THURKI-aunty". But ofcourse its England.
Tried watching the film 3 idiots. Someone had said in has some parallels with Five Point Someone. Inspired from the book yes, we can say that. Sadly Aamir Khan does not remotely appear to be a college going kid or a supergenius. But ofcourse its the biggest hit of the year.
Well mom had called up. In my engineering college days, she always asked me when will would i get placed. Once placed she always asked me when i would switch from a BPO to IT industry. Once in the IT industry when would i be relocated to Pune. Now i am in Pune when will the time come when i will be sent onsite to UK,US or Singapore. My mom has this shitty habit of not being straight forward but will beat around the bush till the person understands what she wants to say. This time it took her 2 stories of some distant relatives who are in Singapore (for Mom ofcourse Singapore is the same as Shani-Signapore)before she made me me realise ..oh what a great sin it was to be a software engineer and still remain in India. Ofcourse though she isnt among the brightest minds on this earth yet she has a lot of brilliant people in her family tree. People who will teach Einstein the Theory of Relativity and will give the idea of Atomic Model to John Dalton. Latest is to brag about children going abroad to fulfill the onsite requirements. Mom does not wish to be left behind ofcourse.
Had a wonderful discussion with my better half. Are the girls who frequently sleeps with men before marriege justified in doing so? She always believed no they arent justified but here again i was a fence sitter. I said fine in my personal opinion i would not want a girl to do that but again if someone does it, its their f@#$%^& life.
Match set:
Point 1 Wife: No love and sexual intercourse are divine acts of nature and everybody should respect the laws of nature.
Counter Point Husband: But who has defined the laws of nature. Darwin hasnt and so its not a rule to sleep with one person all your life.
Point2 Wife: You have to respect the institution of marriege and commitment. Sleeping with more than a single partner is an act of adultery.
Counterpoint 2 husband: but should nt it be agreeable if the girl has not married or given a commitment.
Point 3 Wife: That means you support all this and if tomorrow you get a chance you will sleep with women rite???
Counterpoint 3 Husband: Husband speechless. trying hard to think of words that would say " My dear wife, i was yours, i am yours and will be yours in my body, soul and after life.
Husband loses the battle. Wife grins. Husband's ego is hurt. Wife finally says " i love you you my sweetheart. Husband angry with hurt ego.. musters courage and finally says...." i love you too my sweetheart".
Saturday, July 24, 2010
BLUES!!
Pune was drenched in rain today. The rains started early morning and have no idea when it would stop. Took part in a funny internet poll... "who is Bollywood's ugliest actress". The contestents(unfortunately) were Vidya Balan, Kim Sharma, Rimi Sen, Kangana Renaut & Malaika Arora. Well i chose Kim Sharma, but i was conspicuous by the absence of Deepika Padukone's name in the list. Well most people voted Kangana.
I had office today it was same weekend shit. You work less and enjoy your time at work. I have just got my trading account activated and probably will execute my first trade on tuesday. Still thinking on which company share will actually inaugrate my portfolio. Someone suggested Pantaloon Retail while the other said vijaya bank. Finally zeroed in on Vijaya Bank. Lets see what happens.
Was reading some mythology and it was the story of Vishwamitra and Maneka which set my heart racing. After all why not their grandson is the person after whom our country has been named. Also remembered a small incident that i shared with my father in law in Kerala. I was leaving Kannur (thats were my in-laws and my wife reside)and Mr. P ( my da-in-law) was accompanying me to the railway station in a auto-rickshaw. There is one dirty thing in otherwise clean surroundings in Kerala i would like to mention, the walls in the city are all covered with film posters (and ofcourse a small group of men around admiring the scene portrayed). It will have a hero (who ofcourse resembles like a fat,fiftish something rich politician we have back in Goa)with a heroine which will make you feel as if the film is about an incestual relationship between a father-daughter, which isnt ofcourse. Ofcourse the heroine will wear a top which in civilised world would be equivalent of a bra, displaying her larger than life (i mean it) cleavage and lot of flab around her waste, in short;my mom would flip out looking at, looking at the camera in a manner befitting a porn star who just has performed fellatio on her man. It makes hard for people like me who practice chastity not look at such posters (but ofcourse with lot patience now i have conquered this terrible affliction). Back to the auto rickshaw, my da in law suddenly oblivious of everything around him proudly says "We people kerala..." loss at words... "we people in kerala"... loss at words again..."are very conservative people" and he was beaming with pride. "yes, you are" i said.
I probably guess he was commenting on the liberal attitude of the Goans. Hard truth, Mr Proud you arent conservative people, you are plainly male chauvinists. You are only conservative at home with your wives and daughters but otherwise ......no words to say.
I had office today it was same weekend shit. You work less and enjoy your time at work. I have just got my trading account activated and probably will execute my first trade on tuesday. Still thinking on which company share will actually inaugrate my portfolio. Someone suggested Pantaloon Retail while the other said vijaya bank. Finally zeroed in on Vijaya Bank. Lets see what happens.
Was reading some mythology and it was the story of Vishwamitra and Maneka which set my heart racing. After all why not their grandson is the person after whom our country has been named. Also remembered a small incident that i shared with my father in law in Kerala. I was leaving Kannur (thats were my in-laws and my wife reside)and Mr. P ( my da-in-law) was accompanying me to the railway station in a auto-rickshaw. There is one dirty thing in otherwise clean surroundings in Kerala i would like to mention, the walls in the city are all covered with film posters (and ofcourse a small group of men around admiring the scene portrayed). It will have a hero (who ofcourse resembles like a fat,fiftish something rich politician we have back in Goa)with a heroine which will make you feel as if the film is about an incestual relationship between a father-daughter, which isnt ofcourse. Ofcourse the heroine will wear a top which in civilised world would be equivalent of a bra, displaying her larger than life (i mean it) cleavage and lot of flab around her waste, in short;my mom would flip out looking at, looking at the camera in a manner befitting a porn star who just has performed fellatio on her man. It makes hard for people like me who practice chastity not look at such posters (but ofcourse with lot patience now i have conquered this terrible affliction). Back to the auto rickshaw, my da in law suddenly oblivious of everything around him proudly says "We people kerala..." loss at words... "we people in kerala"... loss at words again..."are very conservative people" and he was beaming with pride. "yes, you are" i said.
I probably guess he was commenting on the liberal attitude of the Goans. Hard truth, Mr Proud you arent conservative people, you are plainly male chauvinists. You are only conservative at home with your wives and daughters but otherwise ......no words to say.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Changed the hello tune
It seems my mom does not like Bob Dylan or his "Tambourine Man". Everytime she called me she always complained about the "wierd" hello tune. She felt the sound was similar to the howling of dogs at night. So much for Mr. Dylan the greatest song writer of the century but well "i may be a software engineer, but i gotta serve somebody" (its my mom in this case). I decided to change the hello tune.
Then came the painful task of choosing which genre to select. Should it be something from classic rock or a romantic ballad (to keep my wife happy ofcourse) or a hindi bhule bisre geet (B&W classics). Hmm why not something from our dear own Goa. A konkani khatar ofcourse. The first name that stuck me was Chris Perry and luckily on the airtel website i did find the melodious song "Bandra Festak". Wow and it was a treat to hear the great song from the master of Lorna "the nightingale of Goa, Chris Perry.
This is how the lyrics of the song go.
Bandra festak gelom hanv tea nimnnea Aitara
Ferien bonvtam-bonvtam horam zait ailim bara
Chonnekaram mhunnot ‘Bab gorom chonnem vora’
Chonnem khavnk urlom thuimsor pavlonam ghara
Chorus
Ha! Ha! Vah, vah, vah – lok ferien bonvta
Chevrisam sorpotel, sogllem thuimsor mevta
Merry-Go-Round-ar, chedde-cheddvam gunvta
Luttin kitem poitai, konnui konnak tenkta
Ha! Ha! Vah, vah, vah – lok ferien bonvta
Chevrisam sorpotel, sogllem thuimsor mevta
Merry-Go-Round-ar, chedde-cheddvam gunvta
Luttin kitem poitai, konnui konnak tenkta
II
Giant Wheel-ar bostolom mhunnon ticket kaddli
Moje kuxik tannen eke anttik dhaddli
Voir pavonam fuddem antti fugar zavn roddli
‘Oh my God’ mhunnon tinnen veng mhaka marli
Chorus
Ha, ha! ‘My God, my God’, antti suskar soddi
Uncle sokol, khonti-uske kaddi
Beautiful lady, asli itki saddi
Uddki marit mhunn, hanven ghott dhorli saddi
Ha, ha! ‘My God, my God’, antti suskar soddi
Uncle sokol, khonti-uske kaddi
Beautiful lady, asli itki saddi
Uddki marit mhunn, hanven ghott dhorli saddi
III
Matxe mukar, ring uddonvchem stall dislem
Tea stall-an tim ring-am divnk, sobit cheddum aslem
Kensanchem mountain kelelem mojem sintid thoim urlem
Ring uddoilelem tachea mountain-ar poddlem
Chorus
Yeah, yeah! ‘Lucky fellow’ mhunn bobav lokacho
Har ghalun fulancho, fottu kaddlo amcho
Ugddass vechonam Montichea festacho
Chear anneank hanv mog jiklom Bandrachea cheddvacho
Chorus
Yeah, yeah! ‘Lucky fellow’ mhunn bobav lokacho
Har ghalun fulancho, fottu kaddlo amcho
Ugddass vechonam Montichea festacho
Chear anneank hanv mog jiklom Bandrachea cheddvacho
Then came the painful task of choosing which genre to select. Should it be something from classic rock or a romantic ballad (to keep my wife happy ofcourse) or a hindi bhule bisre geet (B&W classics). Hmm why not something from our dear own Goa. A konkani khatar ofcourse. The first name that stuck me was Chris Perry and luckily on the airtel website i did find the melodious song "Bandra Festak". Wow and it was a treat to hear the great song from the master of Lorna "the nightingale of Goa, Chris Perry.
This is how the lyrics of the song go.
Bandra festak gelom hanv tea nimnnea Aitara
Ferien bonvtam-bonvtam horam zait ailim bara
Chonnekaram mhunnot ‘Bab gorom chonnem vora’
Chonnem khavnk urlom thuimsor pavlonam ghara
Chorus
Ha! Ha! Vah, vah, vah – lok ferien bonvta
Chevrisam sorpotel, sogllem thuimsor mevta
Merry-Go-Round-ar, chedde-cheddvam gunvta
Luttin kitem poitai, konnui konnak tenkta
Ha! Ha! Vah, vah, vah – lok ferien bonvta
Chevrisam sorpotel, sogllem thuimsor mevta
Merry-Go-Round-ar, chedde-cheddvam gunvta
Luttin kitem poitai, konnui konnak tenkta
II
Giant Wheel-ar bostolom mhunnon ticket kaddli
Moje kuxik tannen eke anttik dhaddli
Voir pavonam fuddem antti fugar zavn roddli
‘Oh my God’ mhunnon tinnen veng mhaka marli
Chorus
Ha, ha! ‘My God, my God’, antti suskar soddi
Uncle sokol, khonti-uske kaddi
Beautiful lady, asli itki saddi
Uddki marit mhunn, hanven ghott dhorli saddi
Ha, ha! ‘My God, my God’, antti suskar soddi
Uncle sokol, khonti-uske kaddi
Beautiful lady, asli itki saddi
Uddki marit mhunn, hanven ghott dhorli saddi
III
Matxe mukar, ring uddonvchem stall dislem
Tea stall-an tim ring-am divnk, sobit cheddum aslem
Kensanchem mountain kelelem mojem sintid thoim urlem
Ring uddoilelem tachea mountain-ar poddlem
Chorus
Yeah, yeah! ‘Lucky fellow’ mhunn bobav lokacho
Har ghalun fulancho, fottu kaddlo amcho
Ugddass vechonam Montichea festacho
Chear anneank hanv mog jiklom Bandrachea cheddvacho
Chorus
Yeah, yeah! ‘Lucky fellow’ mhunn bobav lokacho
Har ghalun fulancho, fottu kaddlo amcho
Ugddass vechonam Montichea festacho
Chear anneank hanv mog jiklom Bandrachea cheddvacho
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Kahlil Gibran
Kahlil Gibran was a lebanese artist-author-poet during the turn of the last century. Known for his writings on spiritual romance. Below are some of his magnificient quotes.
A little knowledge that acts is worth infinitely more than much knowledge that is idle.
All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation. (one of my favorites)
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
Exaggeration is truth that has lost its temper.
Love and doubt have never been on speaking terms.
Of life's two chief prizes, beauty and truth, I found the first in a loving heart and the second in a laborer's hand.
You may tie my hands with chains and my feet with shackles, and put me in the dark prison, but you shall not enslave my thinking, for it is free, like the breeze in the spacious sky."
LONG LIVE KAHLIL GIBRAN!!!!!
A little knowledge that acts is worth infinitely more than much knowledge that is idle.
All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation. (one of my favorites)
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
Exaggeration is truth that has lost its temper.
Love and doubt have never been on speaking terms.
Of life's two chief prizes, beauty and truth, I found the first in a loving heart and the second in a laborer's hand.
You may tie my hands with chains and my feet with shackles, and put me in the dark prison, but you shall not enslave my thinking, for it is free, like the breeze in the spacious sky."
LONG LIVE KAHLIL GIBRAN!!!!!
Masterworks of Mario Miranda
Ferry across the Zuari river.
Swaying palms and guitars playing; games on the sand; pretty Senhorinas and gay ‘Cavalheiros’, dancing under the stars.
A wedding of fisherfolk.
A Goa village market is all noise and bustle, scents and smells, a strange mixture of fish and flowers. Buxom, garrulous fisherwomen, with sweet-smelling zaios adorning their hair, are busy enticing wily customers to buy their delicious river fish.
Swaying palms and guitars playing; games on the sand; pretty Senhorinas and gay ‘Cavalheiros’, dancing under the stars.
A wedding of fisherfolk.
A Goa village market is all noise and bustle, scents and smells, a strange mixture of fish and flowers. Buxom, garrulous fisherwomen, with sweet-smelling zaios adorning their hair, are busy enticing wily customers to buy their delicious river fish.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Conversations of Churchill
reporter: so you are the ambassador from Goa.
Churchill: Ambassador no ambassador.. only Hyundai Sonata!!
reporter: You must be joking.
Churchill: No Joaquim my brother MLA cuncolim... I churchill MP south Goa.
Churchill: Ambassador no ambassador.. only Hyundai Sonata!!
reporter: You must be joking.
Churchill: No Joaquim my brother MLA cuncolim... I churchill MP south Goa.
Reasons why you should/should not marry a malayali
It was the fateful day on June 6th this year. Well we both were tired of the boyfriend-girlfriend tag and we wanted to define the relationship on a higher plane. We got married. She was a malayali and i a goan. Different states, different cultures, and everything was different except for our hearts.
Though my beloved will kill me if she reads this but listed below are few points why a goan should/should not marry a malayali
Why should you not marry a malayali
1. You may be the CEO of the top IT company in India but if you dont work in Dubai (pronounced THU-bai) you still are a piece of crap.
2. You still struggle with the pleats of your lungi.
3. You walk to buy some alchohol in kerala and all you see is a wine shop with a queue bigger than the one at Balaji temple at Tirupati.
4. You walk with your wife in the sun and all that she does is wipe the sweat out of your face and tell you stories about how the sun is tanning her face.
5. You get to eat so many assorted dishes made out of bananas that you still think you havent evolved yet (from the apes ofcourse).
6. You do not know how to do the talking with your lungi.
7. Hovewer much you try you cant pronounce english alphabets correctly.... yumm (m), yunn (n), vo (o)...
...to be cont...
Though my beloved will kill me if she reads this but listed below are few points why a goan should/should not marry a malayali
Why should you not marry a malayali
1. You may be the CEO of the top IT company in India but if you dont work in Dubai (pronounced THU-bai) you still are a piece of crap.
2. You still struggle with the pleats of your lungi.
3. You walk to buy some alchohol in kerala and all you see is a wine shop with a queue bigger than the one at Balaji temple at Tirupati.
4. You walk with your wife in the sun and all that she does is wipe the sweat out of your face and tell you stories about how the sun is tanning her face.
5. You get to eat so many assorted dishes made out of bananas that you still think you havent evolved yet (from the apes ofcourse).
6. You do not know how to do the talking with your lungi.
7. Hovewer much you try you cant pronounce english alphabets correctly.... yumm (m), yunn (n), vo (o)...
...to be cont...
MALE CHASTITY I (contd)
R had the same dream again. He saw the same beautiful nymphs again. But he could not become hard for the chastity belt around his groin. It was painful and he gave a long frustrated look at the glittering steel belt. Sudenly S appeared before him.
"Now everytime you get horny you will understand how painful it would be for you. Hahaha! poor boy".
He woke up with a startle. He had cummed in his night pants. He hurriedly went to the bathroom to wash himself. His mind was in a kind of tumult. What was happening to him. He looked over at S. She was sleeping like a baby. He still pictured her in the black metallic corset as in his dreams. Suddenly he had erection again. He looked at his wife again. He went and cuddled besides her. He took her small body into his arms which partially woke her up.
"Ooh darling"
He kissed her hungrily and both fell into the net of deep loud sighs and a sea full of loving emotions.
She was serving him breakfast the next morning. He could not stop staring at her. Everytime he did it he felt a stir in his groins.
"Sweetheart. I had a strange dream yesterday" he said.
"What was it about"
"about you" he said teasingly and looked at his watched. he suddenly jumped out of his seat.
"hey darling its getting late. I better leave" he kissed his wife goodbye and set out for work...
"Now everytime you get horny you will understand how painful it would be for you. Hahaha! poor boy".
He woke up with a startle. He had cummed in his night pants. He hurriedly went to the bathroom to wash himself. His mind was in a kind of tumult. What was happening to him. He looked over at S. She was sleeping like a baby. He still pictured her in the black metallic corset as in his dreams. Suddenly he had erection again. He looked at his wife again. He went and cuddled besides her. He took her small body into his arms which partially woke her up.
"Ooh darling"
He kissed her hungrily and both fell into the net of deep loud sighs and a sea full of loving emotions.
She was serving him breakfast the next morning. He could not stop staring at her. Everytime he did it he felt a stir in his groins.
"Sweetheart. I had a strange dream yesterday" he said.
"What was it about"
"about you" he said teasingly and looked at his watched. he suddenly jumped out of his seat.
"hey darling its getting late. I better leave" he kissed his wife goodbye and set out for work...
The king and the begger's shoe...
Once upon a time there lived a king who was never content and happy. Once out of desparation he calls upon all the scholars of his kingdom to put an end to this strange disorder. Days passed by but no one could come across a proper solution. Finally a grand old sage suggested to the king, "You shall live happily if you can find the happiest person in the kingdom and get his shoe for me".
The king immediately went into the pursuit with a new found vigour. He asked a few of his subjects whether they were happy but he always got a negative answer. Days flew by but the king could not find any such person in his entire kingdom who said he was happy and content. Out of despair he saw a beggar lying on the pavement. He approached him with apprhension and asked him whether he was happy. The beggar replied he was very happy with his life. Elated the king asked for his shoe.
Shoe! he said and burst out into peals of laughter.
"Sir if i had a shoe on my feet it would have worried me that someone might steal it. You see i am happy because i have nothing to worry about"
Moral of the story: Go barefeet if you wish for happiness.
The king immediately went into the pursuit with a new found vigour. He asked a few of his subjects whether they were happy but he always got a negative answer. Days flew by but the king could not find any such person in his entire kingdom who said he was happy and content. Out of despair he saw a beggar lying on the pavement. He approached him with apprhension and asked him whether he was happy. The beggar replied he was very happy with his life. Elated the king asked for his shoe.
Shoe! he said and burst out into peals of laughter.
"Sir if i had a shoe on my feet it would have worried me that someone might steal it. You see i am happy because i have nothing to worry about"
Moral of the story: Go barefeet if you wish for happiness.
Weekend and Indian Idol.
Was back after a very un eventful weekend. Spent time by resting on the bed for most of the weekend. Had a few phonecalls as well (ofcourse from my Wife... who else). Was at a point at which Moll Flanders discovers that her husband is her own half-brother. Has to go through the guilt trip of an incestual relationship. Man should not always look for riches... the rags can bring you happiness. Watched Indian Idol late last night. Sunidhi was gorgeous. No opinions about Anu Malik, because i still cant figure out why is he there in the first place. And who is this salim by the way. Can someone enlighten me on this person, specifically on what has he done in our music industry? Personnal opinion, well it would be either between Sriram and Bhoomi. Would personnally wish Bhoomi would have it. We have a dearth of western sounding female playbacks in the industry.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
MALE CHASTITY - I
R had the strangest dream yesterday night. He saw himself in midst of most beautiful surroundings, enchanted by a group of nymphs playing by the fresh water spring. But he was chained to a tree. Stark naked save for the chastity cage around his organ. The nymphs were giving him seducing glances but it was painful for him to get hard. In fact the pleasure denial was providing him with more pleasure. His forehead broke out into a beads of sweat. His organ was wanting the touch of fresh air yet it was a hungry caged bird longing for a grain. Then suddenly all the nymphs disappeared and were replaced by one beautiful "Goddess". It was S his wife.
"What the hell do you think you were doing? You have married me and have no shame groping at other beautiful woman." She had an angry expression on her face which could had made the best wrestler in the world scurrying off for cover.
"Forget that thing will ever come off". she was poiting to his chastity cage. And she suddenly left. He found himself screaming, begging for mercy but she never showed herself again.
He woke up. He was panting and there was sweat all over him. He touched his organ and there was no chastity cage around him. He noticed the bed side clock and it was 04:00 in the moring. Comfortably curled beside him was S his wife. He looked over her and still could make out the beautiful curve of her bottom against the facade of her glittering nighty. Finally he put a loving arm around her belly, kissed her forehead which she reciprocated with sweet moans in her sleep. He loved his wife and could never imagine his life without her. Yet he could not sleep for the remainder of the night. He had thoughts in his mind. Last night they had attended a party. Everything had went fine save for the beautiful lady in balck sitting at the next table constantly vying for his attention. He was defeated by his beauty and was staring at her beautiful legs when he suddenly notied his wife red faced staring at him. Immediately he felt the guilt and started to apologise. She walked out of the party silently and no amount of coaxing could stop the tears in her eyes. Finally they drove home and S remained silent all throughout. He apologised to her but she just slipped into the blankets and went into a deep sleep.
"Why cant i just stop looking at other woman" he thought to himself before he went into a deep sleep....
"What the hell do you think you were doing? You have married me and have no shame groping at other beautiful woman." She had an angry expression on her face which could had made the best wrestler in the world scurrying off for cover.
"Forget that thing will ever come off". she was poiting to his chastity cage. And she suddenly left. He found himself screaming, begging for mercy but she never showed herself again.
He woke up. He was panting and there was sweat all over him. He touched his organ and there was no chastity cage around him. He noticed the bed side clock and it was 04:00 in the moring. Comfortably curled beside him was S his wife. He looked over her and still could make out the beautiful curve of her bottom against the facade of her glittering nighty. Finally he put a loving arm around her belly, kissed her forehead which she reciprocated with sweet moans in her sleep. He loved his wife and could never imagine his life without her. Yet he could not sleep for the remainder of the night. He had thoughts in his mind. Last night they had attended a party. Everything had went fine save for the beautiful lady in balck sitting at the next table constantly vying for his attention. He was defeated by his beauty and was staring at her beautiful legs when he suddenly notied his wife red faced staring at him. Immediately he felt the guilt and started to apologise. She walked out of the party silently and no amount of coaxing could stop the tears in her eyes. Finally they drove home and S remained silent all throughout. He apologised to her but she just slipped into the blankets and went into a deep sleep.
"Why cant i just stop looking at other woman" he thought to himself before he went into a deep sleep....
Daniel Defoe and Moll Flanders
Started reading the Daniel Defoe's classic Moll Flanders. Love biographical tales about woman in distress. Found it not as heart touching as fanny Hill though but it made a lot more sense to me. I am falling in love with Victorian English these days. Long poetic sentences, indirect implications and literature full of distinct figures of speech. We hardly get to see any love towards literature these days. People more interested in easy reading books such as "2 states - the story of my marriage" have left Wuthering Hieghts withering over the shelves. "Disdainful and highly discouraging taste acquired by the modern and sophisticated breed of youth".... wow now even my blogs are turning victorian now...
"in sincere penitence for the wicked lives we have lived".
"in sincere penitence for the wicked lives we have lived".
GOA NEWS
Read some news on Goa today. Great political drama. We might have another "Rajneeti - The Goan Version". The plot will start with great politician's son being implicated in the gang-rape of a minor, a russian. The father tries to save him from the judiciary. Enter the corrupt police man, who try everything from torturing the victims family and try to buy the witnesses. Now herein comes an honest person, the leader of youth wing of another party trying everything to get victim the justice. We then see a lot of protest and action. Then suddenly another politicians some gets caught while buying cocaine from Eric the Red a peddlar from Israel. Finally the film drags on, the climax is shown as one Peter from Cortalim with his glass of brandy on one side, a plate of peanuts on the other, reading a goan newspaper that flashes the headline "Politicians son out on bail"...
great isnt it...
great isnt it...
Friday, July 16, 2010
Met Vijay
Met my old mate Vijay who is a "GHAT" (and not a Ghati as most people call him" enthusiasts. Planned on travelling to Kamshet but shit its BJP bandh today. Reason fuel prices. Wages have increased as well. But said no petrol pumps avalaible. Had to settle down on a Tekdi(hillock) in Dehuroad, Sant Tukaram's abode. Had a brush with spirituality. Could listen to abhangs (Marathi Devotional Music) from a distance. Saw a few Sadhus and wondered how fulfilling their life is. Got frustrated with my own struggles. Missed my janu (Thats what i fondly call my wife), wondered what if she was with me now.
"That was the place where Sant Tukaram lived" interrupted Vijay, i woke up from my dream.
Could only see the pinnacle of a shanty temple on a hilltop.
"Nice" i said.
I love you my janu and i miss you a lot.
"That was the place where Sant Tukaram lived" interrupted Vijay, i woke up from my dream.
Could only see the pinnacle of a shanty temple on a hilltop.
"Nice" i said.
I love you my janu and i miss you a lot.
Why does the media throw so much crap.
Was watching mega event of Dhoni-Sakshi wedding. Man even at their private ceremonies the paparrazzi just cannot leave people alone. I wonder why they have to show the lives of mega celebrities, why there cant be feature program on Sakharam our milkman.
His day starts early. Its when the milk satchets arrive at his place. He has to go through every bit of travelling salesman algorithm just to find the optimum path to distribute milk which will save time and fuel. Right in time to bring much needed groceries at home. Then he will park his vehicle just in time to run a few errands. Gohome, eat dinner, watch some shitty television program on Doordarshan, screw his wife and sleep.
Too boring huh!!!
Well what if the news channel just stop all the hullabaloo about the celebrities and celebrate people like sakharam without which our lives would be in big mess.
His day starts early. Its when the milk satchets arrive at his place. He has to go through every bit of travelling salesman algorithm just to find the optimum path to distribute milk which will save time and fuel. Right in time to bring much needed groceries at home. Then he will park his vehicle just in time to run a few errands. Gohome, eat dinner, watch some shitty television program on Doordarshan, screw his wife and sleep.
Too boring huh!!!
Well what if the news channel just stop all the hullabaloo about the celebrities and celebrate people like sakharam without which our lives would be in big mess.
Back to pune.
Wipro transferred me again. Shame! bangalore had no place for me. The land of raajkumaar did not like laid back people like me. My wife wasnt too happy. It was only a KSRTC bus and 7 hours seperated us earliar but now it will take me more than 24 hours and whole tour of west coast of india to be in my beloved's arms. Lets see how everyone here is.
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