dog blog..

it was 3 am.. and i was working in my office that day/night/morning.. whatever you want to call it.. i took a break and was staring at the vending machine as usual trying to hypnotize it for a bar.. most of the times, it doesn't work..

suddenly, i heard some creaking/crawling noises on the other end of my corridor.. curiously, i followed the noises.. on the far end of the cubicles, the sound increased with scurried movements and all.. i paced up and checked the offices to find a cat pounce suddenly into the vicinity..

i have no idea, how a lonely cat ends up in the office at 3 am.. probably the cat was thinking the same about me..

i didn't know what to do exactly.. so i looked up the security desk number, and asked them to take care of it..

interesting to know, what it takes to decide on the same course of action in India...

anyways, after the paw-y scar, i resumed work.. by the time i was done, i was tired and left at 5 am.. now, on my way back out of the open parking, i stumbled across the same cat.. i didnt think much of it (as this blog proves) and left..

i reached home, parked and it was cold.. i started humming a song as usual.. partly because i was listening to the same, and mostly because the cold was shivering the hell out of me.. i.e. most of me..

"i'm unbreakable, unstoppable, i'm invincible," and all those -bles.... possible

and i heard 2 dogs barking straight at me.. 5:30 am in front of my house... they would have startled anyone.. including me.. and they did.. now one of them was a Labrador and the other was a grownup post-hit-in-a-costco-truck-survivor type of rat... so i'm guessing a chihuahua..

i was singing.. and obviously this made them very unhappy and agitated.. i wonder when these traits passed on to the canine group from humans.. nevertheless..

now, who walks their dogs at 5:30 am in that cold? and who barks at my songs? (it's rhetorical.. so hold it)

the girl who had a leash on the dogs... said a hello.. and i said.. 'the barking was totally uncalled for..' i had listened to me before, i thought for some time and said.. 'the barking was a little uncalled for..'

she smiled and said.. "maybe they identify with you.." i said, 'sarcastic.. terrific."

i went home and went to bed.. i put on a playlist and my desktop background had a labrador and a cat.. sitting and staring at me.. cheeky..

show - first words

i had the most different 3-4 months.. of my working time so far.. lot of adjectives come to me, but 'different' always fits in...

i have lost count of the quiet thoughts, that flash through.. tempers soaring high, changes happening left right, odd hours, constant weight, head down perseverance, high stakes, lonely times and a few things on the self front..

i have no idea, how sanity prevailed.. but i know that i am tired.. exhausted..

i say all these, simply because i am narcissistic and have a big head.. in reality, these things are insignificant, irrelevant and immaterial.. not a big deal at all...

lately few other things have joined the party to gobble up time.. contra, ninja, tv shows, video songs, my scribbles.. obsession level..

i have so much fun with them that i decided, things need to change.. hence i got mario, excite bike, halo 3 too.. and if that doesn't change things.. i need to get nfs/forza with the racing wheel and also start scribbling something else..

anyways, i was thinking of the tv shows i watch and enjoy, alone/with my friends.. and its ridiculous when i try to associate them with the first symbolic words/phrases that i can think of...

as such, you could stop reading here (if you have reached so far) or continue to, if the migraine hasn't hit yet.. so here goes nothing..

Fringe: freaky

House: you SOB.. everybody lies, everybody cries..

The Big Bang Theory: (knock knock) funny, (knock knock) funny, (knock knock) funny!

How I Met Your Mother: When will I... (wait for it)..... know about the Mother!

Two and a Half Men: Hi Alan, Jake, Rose, Berta...... Satan!

Numb3rs: what doesn't mix, if fbi and calculus can!

The Office: Blunder Shuffling! This is Wham!

Heroes: Now there are more Heroes..

It's always Sunny in Philadelphia: Beer, Dee, And a Gang happy and gay!

V: ??

Scrubs: Newbie, i'm no superman. that's what i am talking about.. lack of imagination, five. backbone barbie..

Lost: fate, damn it! run.

24: i'll explain in the car.. (rajnikanth should name all his movie 2.5)

Entourage: freeflowing chicks and kicks

He-Man: the strongest man on a pink spaghetti top and purple bottoms

Planet Earth: human beings are the blot!

Sit Down Shut Up: looks like mom calling..

Charmed: the power of rice will drive our choice.

Jeeves and Wooster: Yes, Indeed Sir!

Friends: could it be any more.. oh wait.. deja vu... how u doing?

Seinfeld: nothing! that's a shame.. it's not a lie if you believe it..

Mr. Bean: spotlight, focus, action! crrrrraaaaazzzzzzyyy

Arrested Development:

Tobias: Well, Michael, you really are quite the Cupid, aren’t you? I tell you, you can zing your arrow into my buttocks any time.

Michael: Okay, you know what you do? You buy yourself a tape recorder, you just record yourself for a whole day. I think you’re going to be surprised at some of your phrasing.

Tobias: Butterscotch! Want a lick?

Prison Break: of alcatraz, shawshank and origami! michael, what's the plan?

dancing blurs

of late, i have been writing a lot.. (not good stuff obviously) i was writing a couple of totally different things..

my friend read some of the bits.. finally she told me, "congrats dude! you suck at versatile levels now"..

made my day... :) she is very considerate in her comments..

and i felt like taking a break from it..

what better way to scribble a few lines so worse and random, that i feel the former are better and get back to it..

so this becomes a post while i get back happily to the different stinking ones... here goes nothing..

finger tips, ripple the surface, rings;

extreme lights, the mecca a view sings;

too much the horses swiveled the dust,

as i rolled the lens, same sea and sand.

the crazy kids run on a focused sky-drop;

the fishing net, imprinting on the drops;

charred bricks and moss, diamond shapes;

the holi colors, slow speed, faces a prop.

under the sky, every city, colored roads;

the mahal, floors ahead in sulken cracks;

a lone camel, vast sand, orange skies;

there is longing, my frame has those colors.

the beghu folk dance flutters, on flames;

in space, the carvings and grace blurs;

a pilgrimage of child scribbled lines;

ashore a green top hill, the white lines.

magnifying lens, a beam and the sparks;

scorching to a hustling kiwi on ice;

forget a tripod, flash, filter, meter;

still i lock the dancing blurs! oh Snap!

the constant

one of my favorite TV shows (and who's not) is 'LOST'.

simply for its directorial precision, especially in the earlier seasons. i cannot imagine how they connected the dots between every scene. and for most, the show rocks because of jack and sawyer, i guess.

and one of my favorite episodes is 'The Constant'.

this scribbling has nothing to do with the show or that episode.in fact it has nothing to do with anything (not even sense) as usual.

it's probably just the sunday afternoons which force out the monday words..

so here goes nothing.

oh, who am i kidding? must be myself;

shifts my mind to times, a turbulence;

as i return to the crest and troughs;

thoughts to n fro, jump through years.

it's ok! say closed eyes, be the past you;

shhh! say open eyes, here, lost are you;

not till the voice in my head freaks, quivers;

but spot on with the bearings; never wavers;

flashes don't mean anything, not even pain;

difficult it is in the maze, you can't train;

a car, a wall, an ear, a mirror; to rebound;

who am i kidding? it's only one i ever found.

a beam of energy hits, awakens, prodding;

i run through the maze again, toddling;

toggling my conscience, caught in warps,

i sit quietly, as i oscillate on the lapse.

then i know, an anchor, i need a constant;

i tell my voice not to change, i'll come;

as i search for it, no, its not solitude;

then i find, and its not anywhere else.

all this is me, imagining things;

i understand now, i make a big deal;

my voice asks, 'then why do you do it?'

i say, 'beats the hell out of me'.

when reasons go, stopping the thought;

guess still, one thing can go wrong;

and when everything goes wrong,

i know Murphy will be my constant.

CRY Standup Comedy

recently i tried a stand-up comedy act, at a CRY charity event..

eventually i had to pay off the organizers, audience and the microphone guy to pull it off..

the laughter is a little muffled, because i didn't buy their brand of beer, to the audience. plus it could be remotely related to, what i was saying too... in any case, here goes nothing...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IYxn480uPcI

my grandfather did it better, when he just scratched the bellies of his grand-kids..

one thursday smile

i had a nasty flu, last wednesday, thursday and friday.. in fact, i write this because of an interesting, yet ridiculous thing i realized..

i slept off on wednesday afternoon... then i remember friday.. i know i slept through thursday, with food n medicine obviously being sneaked in somehow. (though i have no idea when) and then there was friday..

now there are a lot of stuff you do when you are well 'n kicking... but when unwell, you just curl up.. (some do when well too) as much as i wondered what the hell happened to my thursday, i was just happy to get well.

its no big deal.. as nothing is.. i mean years run by like flipping pages.. decades pass by, in an instant.

but ONE WHOLE DAY going missing all of a sudden, amidst the running years, was weird for me. i don't remember a single instant of that day..

no matter how fast time appears to go, every night, there is one smile acknowledging the good day that passed... and i have the occurrence of one smile plucked out of the book of my thursdays.. no big deal, as nothing is..

probably there are many blank days, worse days, better things to feel weird of..
but the loss of that 'one thursday smile' was an interesting deviation..