i guess u reach a stage in the 'complications' web, where -
you're unable to make out if -
1. life's complicating you
2. you are complicating life
3. neither you, nor life is complicated, it's all your stupid imagination
(and ofcourse i'd hate to know it's all point 3 !!!!!!!!)
*sighs*
April 27, 2005
April 14, 2005
whyever so ?
now went out during lunch hours to buy a bag. well, that's not the point here.
as usual walking by people, rather walking by smokers, got some of the stuff up my nose as well.
now i am not a smoker, but what i cannot understand is -
in india, a similar wiff used to really trouble my nostrils, and i didn't really like it. but ever since i came here, and anytime i became a victim to passive smoking, i have realised -
1. it doesn't trouble me much - neither as a smell, nor the affect
2. at times infact it is anti-repulsive (now i didn't want to use the other word)
and i have no idea of why so
1. is it coz' it's colder here (this i have been telling myself is reason no 1)
2. is the quality of cigs better, uhh, filter, and whatever (i wudn't have any idea about it)
3. is it that i have suddenly developed a liking to the smell (i do not think it's this, as i don't like the same smell when it's trapped in lifts, but then...)
4. none of the above - i have just forgotten the 'actual' smell of the same back home ?
well this is not important though, just a thought which i get each time here.....
off to a vacation after months.......so that's what's important right now.
i guess the wiffs and puffs can all be ignored !!
now went out during lunch hours to buy a bag. well, that's not the point here.
as usual walking by people, rather walking by smokers, got some of the stuff up my nose as well.
now i am not a smoker, but what i cannot understand is -
in india, a similar wiff used to really trouble my nostrils, and i didn't really like it. but ever since i came here, and anytime i became a victim to passive smoking, i have realised -
1. it doesn't trouble me much - neither as a smell, nor the affect
2. at times infact it is anti-repulsive (now i didn't want to use the other word)
and i have no idea of why so
1. is it coz' it's colder here (this i have been telling myself is reason no 1)
2. is the quality of cigs better, uhh, filter, and whatever (i wudn't have any idea about it)
3. is it that i have suddenly developed a liking to the smell (i do not think it's this, as i don't like the same smell when it's trapped in lifts, but then...)
4. none of the above - i have just forgotten the 'actual' smell of the same back home ?
well this is not important though, just a thought which i get each time here.....
off to a vacation after months.......so that's what's important right now.
i guess the wiffs and puffs can all be ignored !!
April 12, 2005
April 08, 2005
now, with all due respect to maharastrians, this is a 'conversation' i recently had the privilege to have with an absolutely people-i-can't-stand-category-money-oriented-creepy type guy -
q - question from [him]
s - statement from [him]
() - thoughts in my mind
to cut the long story short, i have not included my replies, as they hardly accounted for more than 'yes, no, hmm, etc etc'
q . are u a maharastrian
s. oh! so u r not a maharastrian (as if such a pity, and i belong to the scum of the earth)
q. how long have you been in pune
q. so how long have you been here [abroad - for work]
q. how long have you been in [my company name]
q. what do u do for your dinner (munch leaves)
q. do u live alone here
q. what about in pune
s. (after getting the 'yes i live alone in pune') - oh, u live alone (another 'scum of the earth' look)
s. i came here in my probation (so what shud i do, clap? and is that an achievement? now u have hopped so many companies, until u found one ready to send u abroad, so is that something to be proud of)
q. what's your surname (shutt upp)
q. (after realising i am a punjabi) how come u r a vegetarian (now was there a rule) (again i get the 'scum of the earth' look)
s. some detailed discussion on maharastrian castes, and asking me if i know of them (now how the hell shud i know)
q. is mona punjabi a caste (shuttttttttttt upppppppppp)
q. whats ur caste (stoooooooooooooooopppppppppppp)
s. my wife is not joining me here (so what can i do)
s. she says she's been working since 3+ years in the same company, unlike me, hopping about, so she doesn't want to chuck it (atleast she has sense, but spare me your personal storieeees)
and so it went. bloody hell.
was this a conversation or a questionnaire or an interview??
have ppl lost the art of talking/ or only i cannot relate??
is this being social??
heck. i think am fine the way i am.
q - question from [him]
s - statement from [him]
() - thoughts in my mind
to cut the long story short, i have not included my replies, as they hardly accounted for more than 'yes, no, hmm, etc etc'
q . are u a maharastrian
s. oh! so u r not a maharastrian (as if such a pity, and i belong to the scum of the earth)
q. how long have you been in pune
q. so how long have you been here [abroad - for work]
q. how long have you been in [my company name]
q. what do u do for your dinner (munch leaves)
q. do u live alone here
q. what about in pune
s. (after getting the 'yes i live alone in pune') - oh, u live alone (another 'scum of the earth' look)
s. i came here in my probation (so what shud i do, clap? and is that an achievement? now u have hopped so many companies, until u found one ready to send u abroad, so is that something to be proud of)
q. what's your surname (shutt upp)
q. (after realising i am a punjabi) how come u r a vegetarian (now was there a rule) (again i get the 'scum of the earth' look)
s. some detailed discussion on maharastrian castes, and asking me if i know of them (now how the hell shud i know)
q. is mona punjabi a caste (shuttttttttttt upppppppppp)
q. whats ur caste (stoooooooooooooooopppppppppppp)
s. my wife is not joining me here (so what can i do)
s. she says she's been working since 3+ years in the same company, unlike me, hopping about, so she doesn't want to chuck it (atleast she has sense, but spare me your personal storieeees)
and so it went. bloody hell.
was this a conversation or a questionnaire or an interview??
have ppl lost the art of talking/ or only i cannot relate??
is this being social??
heck. i think am fine the way i am.
April 07, 2005
watched Braveheart yesterday FINALLY - yes, i had not seen it till date !!
and this hooked first - when young wallace's father's soul says to him -
'your heart is free, have the courage to follow it'
ah i wish......
and then there is this stupid word 'practicality' and worse of it, i know its meaning
so this constant battle to follow what the heart says, and then again, practicality butts in.
also another thing they say - try and maintain a balance between these do.....what the heart desires and what the mind directs!
i wish no one had ever laid out these protocols..........or even these thoughts to think over.
i wish at times, we were still all uncivilised (for this civilised state we are in is no wonderland), untamed, pre-historic, whatever (this is what is an 'escapist syndrome effect', he he he).........
just free
free free free
and this hooked first - when young wallace's father's soul says to him -
'your heart is free, have the courage to follow it'
ah i wish......
and then there is this stupid word 'practicality' and worse of it, i know its meaning
so this constant battle to follow what the heart says, and then again, practicality butts in.
also another thing they say - try and maintain a balance between these do.....what the heart desires and what the mind directs!
i wish no one had ever laid out these protocols..........or even these thoughts to think over.
i wish at times, we were still all uncivilised (for this civilised state we are in is no wonderland), untamed, pre-historic, whatever (this is what is an 'escapist syndrome effect', he he he).........
just free
free free free
April 06, 2005
page - lift
In an effort to escape from a sudden pour of extreme bori-yat, i finally obliged myself by changing the template.
as usual foremost thanks to ^C and ^V
then thanks to the blank template i got ready-made, so had to work extremely less
Now this may appear too blank and all, but the splash of colors was getting too much for me.
I like the nothingness in this one more appealing.
Atleast until this doesn't appeal anymore at all / i suffer from another pour of extreme bori-yat
this is here to stay !!
as usual foremost thanks to ^C and ^V
then thanks to the blank template i got ready-made, so had to work extremely less
Now this may appear too blank and all, but the splash of colors was getting too much for me.
I like the nothingness in this one more appealing.
Atleast until this doesn't appeal anymore at all / i suffer from another pour of extreme bori-yat
this is here to stay !!
April 01, 2005
oF sMells & sPells
now it's usually fun to watch people in trains or buses or any other public transport.
its fun to watch them, their antics, their facial expressions, their twiches. whatever.
but is it perhaps a bit too much to know their presence constantly due to their SmeLLsss?
now the last weekend, as i was travelling by train, and was sitting in the waiting room at the stockport railway station for a connecting train to stoke-on-trent, in walked a middle aged woman, dark complexion, (overly) dressed for a dinner/party on a weekend, with enough luggage towing for a month long vacation. she had short cropped hair, big big eyes, dark red listick on her, gold earrings, rather loops swishing each time she moved her head by even 2 degrees, gold rings, some artificial junkyard kind necklace, mustard color jacket, a flowered top beneath, and denim jeans....not to miss high heeled black sandals.
now why i got to take such a detailed look on her was the (obnoxiously) (stenching) strong perfume smell that floated in the waiting room as she walked in, and set herself. It felt like being in a chamber about to explode due to the strong smells emanating from a source who seemed obviously oblivious to how much attention she was getting.......now as a few things take a little too long to get away, when finally the train arrived, and i took my place, glad to be rid of the 'aromatic bath' i had just had, i found myself sitting across.....yes, no mystery here, 'her' and the 'perfume' again. But, i was in for a shock..........for apparently, atleast to her, she wasn't yet all done and pretty. Out came her little make-up kit, more dark layers of lipstick on top of the many layers that already were, she did her eyebrows, did some powder............and i was praying in between my sly looks, that no, please do not take any little bottle out, no...............and ofcourse out came the style statement, or maybe her favourite parfume........and then the train car became the same chamber, much worse this time, for the conditioning inside the car trapped the smells ; 'hypnotising aromas' making you reel, making you want to drift to sleep, making you want to tell her - lady, you look and sMeLL divine, InFAcT, we all smell the same now :( perhaps mission accomplished !! (do you wanna stop) / (do you wanna pack that demonic bottle in your purse again)
people you watch, ah! yes. but those you get to smell!
and what i am still figuring out till now, is why the hell i didn't get up, move to another train car? why didn't i? or was i actually reeeeeeling under some hypnotic smell, naaa, a spell :)
its fun to watch them, their antics, their facial expressions, their twiches. whatever.
but is it perhaps a bit too much to know their presence constantly due to their SmeLLsss?
now the last weekend, as i was travelling by train, and was sitting in the waiting room at the stockport railway station for a connecting train to stoke-on-trent, in walked a middle aged woman, dark complexion, (overly) dressed for a dinner/party on a weekend, with enough luggage towing for a month long vacation. she had short cropped hair, big big eyes, dark red listick on her, gold earrings, rather loops swishing each time she moved her head by even 2 degrees, gold rings, some artificial junkyard kind necklace, mustard color jacket, a flowered top beneath, and denim jeans....not to miss high heeled black sandals.
now why i got to take such a detailed look on her was the (obnoxiously) (stenching) strong perfume smell that floated in the waiting room as she walked in, and set herself. It felt like being in a chamber about to explode due to the strong smells emanating from a source who seemed obviously oblivious to how much attention she was getting.......now as a few things take a little too long to get away, when finally the train arrived, and i took my place, glad to be rid of the 'aromatic bath' i had just had, i found myself sitting across.....yes, no mystery here, 'her' and the 'perfume' again. But, i was in for a shock..........for apparently, atleast to her, she wasn't yet all done and pretty. Out came her little make-up kit, more dark layers of lipstick on top of the many layers that already were, she did her eyebrows, did some powder............and i was praying in between my sly looks, that no, please do not take any little bottle out, no...............and ofcourse out came the style statement, or maybe her favourite parfume........and then the train car became the same chamber, much worse this time, for the conditioning inside the car trapped the smells ; 'hypnotising aromas' making you reel, making you want to drift to sleep, making you want to tell her - lady, you look and sMeLL divine, InFAcT, we all smell the same now :( perhaps mission accomplished !! (do you wanna stop) / (do you wanna pack that demonic bottle in your purse again)
people you watch, ah! yes. but those you get to smell!
and what i am still figuring out till now, is why the hell i didn't get up, move to another train car? why didn't i? or was i actually reeeeeeling under some hypnotic smell, naaa, a spell :)
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