Oct 2

Somewhere sometime back a great man was born.
Somewhere nearby a little while ago someone close just died on me.

Some more pearls

If writing is like shagging, copy writing is like whoring.

Increase in the cost of living is directly proportional to the increase in the advertising revenue collected by the publications.

Till your time hasn't come, keep your senses responding. Stay prepared. Keep at it. When your time comes, take it.

Pearls of wisdom.

Losers look at life like they didn’t lose it at all. Instead, indulge in some ego masturbation and term the time wasted as experience.

Great xxx is like an exciting roller-coaster ride. You start like you just slipped and you need an extra breath to stay balanced. Then you have no idea where it’s going. Soon it feels like you badly want to stop it and don’t know how. Then it stops. And you want more.

Food is good. And tastes like heaven. Especially when you are hungry and your eye balls tend to roll out of their sockets.

And finally, it’s not that I don’t like to drink and drive. I just hate the police that stop me to check the toothpaste I use.

We.

We are because of the choices we make.

Importance. Of being myself.

I am the child. And the man.
I am the wise. And the fool.
I am the mature. And the immature.
I am the known. And the unknown.
In my efforts to love others around me, I forgot to love myself!!!

Kerala. Damp. Humid. And unreceptive.

Back home in Kerala. Did they miss me in the last three years? Off course, they did. Why? No one has a clue.

Everyone is still the same as I left them three years ago. Stubborn. Unmoving. And harsh. What are the expectations? Again, no clue.

What have I gained over the years? When I haven't been able to convince my own loved ones, what's the use of having the world at my feet? No clue.

Life's is burning out. A stand hasn't been taken as yet. Bloody hell. But what's the worth of the empire that's been built on the dead bodies of your own blood? Any clue?

Emotions. Plain & simple.

3.30 pm, 29th April, 2011, Dubai, UAE

On 29th March, exactly one month before the immensely discussed Royal Wedding, I was actually walking down the road that led to Westminster Abbey from Buckingham Palace with my friends Vicky and Roshan. Then, even for once, it didn't seem so important to me to be there to witness the mega-event just a month later, and in some strange way, be part of history.

In fact, at that point of time, I was somewhat irritated at all the hoopla that was made of it. All I could think of was to get out of that place at the earliest possible instance. Literally.

But today, as I sat watching the whole ceremony on live TV, I did feel a little sad. May be not for not being there to be watching what almost looked like a beautiful climax to a romantic comedy.

Leaving London for good, shouldn’t be bad after all.

May be it had more to do with the fact that it’s been four years since I met her. And three years into the relationship. And still, she’s there and I am here.

And I miss her. Damn.

Wait for me...

"Doorathu nee undankil penne... Ne oruthikku vendi njan thirichu varum..."
(something very beautiful I've heard in so many days)

On identity...

We are what we are because of what we do.

Strange are the ways of nature

As I move on in life, I am getting more and more accepted by strangers, who become friends, and friends who become family, who finally become soulmates. But then why is this gap between my blood and me widening constantly? This is more than what I have bargained for...

Adios London.

Done with London, finally. And now, moving on.

I hope, wish and pray - all is well. For me and for you and for the entire human race. And as for now, Dubai, here I come.

Chances are...

Someday, somewhere, in the near future, something really big might happen. I am not sure what it is, but it is surely happening. And I am sure of that.

I?

A normal human being. Living to give love. Take love. Make love.

On Tea vs Coffee...

I don't know what's so much special about a proper 'glass' (available at most of the wayside tea stall just anywhere in Kerala - not 'cup', it kills the joy of having tea) of STRONG tea. Strained (well, it could be the most dangerous part - to ask the chap who makes it for you to give it back strained - But I HATE the layer of butter that forms on the top and the white ones that get in along with the milk and swim around all over the glass - they look like dirty white torn linen flowing in muddy water - so straining is a must!) and spotless. With lots of sugar. With may be a packet of biscuits to go with it. To dip in it and let it melt in your mouth. I love it. Mmmmhh...

But then, the tea I make, PATHETIC...! I am just so hopeless at making tea.

So I always take the safest option out. Sippng hot 'cup' of sweet black coffee. Safe. Ya, as in SAFE! But if you add milk to it, well, I'd rather have plain hot water instead.

On hard times...

When things start going wrong for you. They all do together. One after another. With no particular order. And not necessarily they need to be connected with each other. There should be some science behind it. Only I am not too sure what it is.

Tere pyar mein

Read this somewhere...

na to yaadon ko yaad rakhte hain,
na to sapno ko saath rakhte hain,
hum to bus unko yaad rakhte hain,
jo humein apne dil ke paas rakhte hain...

Pay it forward

Something really funny happened today.

I was at the corner of Eagle Wharf Road just about to start my bike when I heard a loud thud on the opposite side of the road. I turned back to see a girl, flat on the pavement, helplessly trying to stand up. The entire pavement was still covered with thick layer of snow from yeasterday's fall.

I ran across and pulled her up.

Then asked her, 'you ok?'. She nodded. 'Well then', I thought to myself and walked backed to my bike. And I was so proud at what I had done, that I dint even wait to hear her say 'thank you'. In fact, I dint even lift my head once to watch her going. I was so swollen. With pride, that is, as I said before.

I started my bike and went in the same direction the girl was walking. And then, it happened again. This time it was me.

I hadn't even covered about 10 meters, when my bike went over a hump, slipped and fell. Both, my bike and me. The ice was so slippery, I wasn't getting a proper grip anywhere to hold on. And on top of that, I had my right leg stuck under the bike. I couldn't move a bit. I knew the girl was walking towards me. But at that point of time I just wanted to get the bike up somehow.

Then something really surprising happened. Another girl who saw me fall ran towards me, almost slipping twice herself, calling out, 'are you alright?'. When she saw my plight, tried pulling me up first. But then I was stuck. She tried to life the bike then, but was too heavy for her. I couldn't help her myself.

Finally another biker who was right behind me, got down and came forward. Together they lifted my bike and helped me stand up. Well, all I could say was 'thank you so much for your kindness.'

Now, what struck me was that the whole 'paying-it-forward-process' happened just within the matter of 2 minutes and 10 meters.

Thinking about it I do find it really very funny, as I said in the beginning. Who says fun things don't happen in such cold weather conditions.

Definitely, may be...

The day before we parted, she looked at me and said, 'please don't make me wait forever, because I'd probably be foolish enough to actually do it.' And all I could do was to keep looking back at her.

You. Me. And us.

I think about you.
I think about me.
I think about us.
I am refreshed. Happy. And inspired.

On aspirations...

If you really aspire to achieve something, and yet, if it seems unattainable, then just let it be. You will soon find your inner being getting attracted towards it. And in turn, making it happen for you. Very soon.