Oh No!

Was my reaction when Divs told me of this BVN tag.

First up, I ain't the prolific writer types like my dear BVN. Second, for the last two months I've been on narcissistic quest about my past,a kind of pseudo self-discovery - just like BVN. Sud-suddenly I have to get back to reality and feel my own pulse and hear my own voice to get this tag complete. It's a fucking challange to get real .....nowadays.

BVN, here's to your tag.

PS: Now you may find many things in common between what I'm going to say and what Divs and BVN have said in their tags. That's because our recent lives have been like Scorcese's movies - different stories, different actors but all set in NYC, with plenty of Italians in each movie and twice that number of WTFs. That song from the the latest Kukunoor movie is the right jingle ...

..................."We are same same but different"

BVN's tag: Ten things I'd like to do before I cross 35

10. Visit the Taj Mahal (lemme get the girly thing out of the way first)

9. Go Skiing in the Alps. Stand on top of Mount Blanc

8. Get beyond page 2 of my DSLR's user guide so that I can click pictures atleast half as good as the one above.

7. Wake up on a beach and see the sun-rise. Alone.

6. Be that garrulous tour guide, slick bartender at a beach-cafe or shock jock -- for one day


5. (Since Divs robbed my BMW) get a classic Lincoln Premiere to drive on an empty highway that winds through a mountain. Oh yeah, before that -Get my Drivers License


4. See places. Travel. Venice. Rome. Jim Corbett. The Aurora Lights at Bear Lake. Watch Leno do stand up.


3. Get out everything that is buried inside of me. Make a movie --BVN, you can write the story --- Deal?


2. Stop making plans. Stop getting dinged. Start Living life. Be at peace with myself.


1. Do more things for the first time than I have done in the last 25 years..

BVN's tag: Ten things I miss about my life right now.

10. Direction.

9. Weston.

8. Extracurriculars and Arithmetic (that would help me find my Direction ----hopefully)

7. An office 10 minutes from home. Or better yet, a home that is 10 minutes from -- the office, barber shop, liquor shop, park, lake, library, pizza joint, chinese place, the movies........shoot I'm going back to Weston --- (You were right BVN, "We had a good time in Weston, on Miami, the best of times perhaps.")

6. Direction (unfuckinghelpable man)

5. Geez, you guys are right - this IS tough.....

4. Unbridled laughter

3. Interviews and Admits...

2. That 'my life's credo' types book. Fountainhead is too commom. I guess I've gotto to write my
own.

1. The nonchalant happiness that I see on my face in my photographs from school and college.

JAWS - I

So I've been killing time at work, trying my hand at BVN challenging new art form. Needless to say, the results are not impressive.

I'd love to upload my creation to be critiqueued by a full 3 people who do not read this blog, but alas this time its the network. Yes, atleast someone is doing his job in my company switching off the upload/download facility from office. Damn!

So I did the next best thing. To read my own blog and feel happy. And since it was not egotistically satisfying, I went a step ahead and did the unthinkable. I did a BVN.

I put my blog through the readability scalpel. Here's what happened...

Muhahahah! I - the LONE reader of this blog am now HAPPY :)

Ok....things are happening at work....let me get back..

PS: Oh yeah, JAWS stands for Jobless At Work Series.....

Happy Deepavali!

The Festival of Lights is here.

May it brighten your life with the colours you want.

In case you are:

1. Away from home

2. With lousy room-mates who order pizza and puke in the balcony

3. At work

4. Keeping 'image' at relative's place

5. Acting all 'I don't celebrate coz people in Iraq are dying'

6. Or watching the cricket match

7. On the internet reading this blog

GET OUT. GET A LIFE. YOU STILL HAVE TWO DAYS.

And while you are at it check out the latest state-of-the-art ammo. Available at your local pandal:

The 8 MM Karan Johar desinged Sivakasi manufactured self-loading lethal PINK handgun. Comes with a standard issue magazine. Custom made for those GAY yet EVIL villains from those 70s Bond movies. Get one. Elevate yourself to Metrosexuality.

If you are the de-glam yet sinister types, you can consider the rather innocuous looking 'LETTER BOMB', addressed to Naragasuran of Hell! Perfect gift for your project manager.

PS: Read the fine-print. Patent Pending. So dontcha try to make a cheap fake

This year's commemorative issue is the Peacock Bomb. Brand ambassador is hold your breath - the Fuhrer!

A neo-Nazi creation this must have been smuggled all the way from Dusseldorf. The Fuhrer must be mighty pleased that Dravidians are finally giving him his due place!

Some day in my life.....

I'm going to wake up to 'This is the End' and listen to it the whole day,
Stop being scared of uncertainity,

Some day in my life I'm going to wake up on a beach alone and see the sunrise,
Not have a job and yet be blase,
Some day...

I'm going to run away from my past,
Forever...

Some day I'll stop wishing for success in my plans,
Some day I'll have no plans...

I'll be free; of who I am
And what I want to be...

Some day I'll have no pain,
Will be content with the whiff of rain....

I'll stop searching for myself
And believing that there is a purpose to life.

Just another day in paradise

Early start. Radio City. Funny email. Light breakfast. NY Times. Instant Messenger. Lunch hour. Short walk. Blog review. Long tea. Chit chat. Bus ride. Cut short. Car crash. Small one. Long walk. Down pour. Chat shop. Pani puri. Walk back. Sweet home. Broad band.

Office tomorrow.

:(