hey boredom,
you are so easy
striking when you please - morning, evening and night

hey boredom
aren't you bored of stopping people going out, doing things they otherwise would?
Can you imagine a world, free our your evil spell?

Boredom, you so don't discriminate.
Black, white, yellow, we are all fallible, and you know that only too well
and deeper and deeper you reside if not given a early shrug.

hey boredom don't be happy
a day shall come. when mankind will get the will to throw you out for good.
when governments will work, when excuses will be forgotten, when life will seem a whole lot brighter.

until then boredom, have your laugh
but the very men who've been enslaved by you
shall tomorrow discover vigour and spine.

Not to be led to laters and tomorrows.
A world full of action, as you silently watch them rush by
Helpless, but too lazy to do anything.

A fish called Toughie – based on a true story.

Today is Toughie’s biggest test. He’s fighting between life and death. He’s there because of me. But I’m gunning for him to stay true to his name and fight his way back.

Two days earlier my eyes noticed Toughie. His once pristine and clean world was in shambles. Murky, dark, dreary and without food, still Toughie was doing fine. Seemed like he’d made some sort of quiet peace with his predicament. Cold and abandoned, Toughie took it all on his chin, without saying a word.

Right then I, with all right intentions decided to clean up Toughie’s world once and for all. To prove to him that there was still hope in this world. What happened was just the opposite.

I set out to clean the tank that was Toughie’s home. I emptied the filthy water but Toughie not understanding my intentions jumped out to save his life (I wish he hadn’t). There he was on the cold basin tile, gasping for air. I couldn’t afford to waste a single second. I quickly grabbed at his tail. But Toughie is a slippery customer. He wriggled himself free. A quick struggle ensued before finally I managed to put him in a standby jar, while I quickly cleaned the aquarium.

Tediously I washed his glass home and all the props inside. Toughie was going to be happy I said to myself. All done, I released Toughie into his pristine world. Just like the old times.

But something was wrong. Toughie was breathing funny. And then I saw his eyes. Shrinking. I kept looking but with each passing moment life seemed to be getting out of Toughie. And then…

A trail of blood….on Toughie’s tail. In his struggle, I must have broken his tail. His tiny frame against my strong grip. He didn’t stand a chance. I didn’t understand it. All my good intentions and now I was responsible for Toughie’s plight. I felt terrible.

Then all of a sudden, some movement. Toughie, the son-of-a-gun was fighting. The blood was still there. And I’d imagine as it does for humans, even fishes feel the pain. But Toughie isn’t one for complaining. He’s out there, living up to his name.

Note: Please keep a net handy while cleaning your fish tank. Not all fishes are like Toughie.

Rukmini and Prashant

It started out, like a bolt from the blue. Sudden, unexpected, exciting…the list I assure you is long. But what started out as a pleasant surprise doesn’t cease to surprise me. Not now after seven months, not in this lifetime. I can see Rukmini’s eyes rolling. You must know that she is huge Bollywood fan but sometimes even she has enough. That’s when yours truly takes over with really lame clichés from the yesteryears. Too bad it is my blog. Read on.

Rukmini. My better half. There’s no easy way to describe her. She is a child, a grown up, a rascal, sophistication personified, full of life, homely, charming, witty, dumb, cranky girl. And more. But in midst of all these contradictions, these maddening qualities… she is also, perfect. With just the right mix of all these qualities that makes her so bewitching and endearing, all in a same breath. A paragraph nor a chapter nor a book will do justice to all that I have to say about her. But this is a blog, and people these days have patience as big as the size of a pea pod. I’m not divulging anything further.

Prashant. Till recently a rudderless soul…now - an incredibly lucky S.O.B. I know many think this way. And if you want an honest answer, I agree too. For the rest… you know whom to ask, don’t you?

Together, we are the best thing to Bonnie and Clyde, this side of the world.
Welcome to our chotti si love story.

Blogger Happy
Why must we blog? Well do you see a diary anywhere these days? Forget that, even pens are a hard commodity to come by. Aren't they? Imagine this daily scenario. You get a call and you need to write down a address. Where's the pen? It was right there...hmm. Pen's have a mind of their own. And even if you do manage to use all your connections and do get hold of a diary and pen, let's face it we all can't be Anne Frank.

Getting back to blogging. Why do people do it? Normal people like you and me. Hopelessly addicted. It may have something to do with our generation. Gen X, gen Y, Gen E or what i like to call the internet generation. Maybe we were born to type and our fingers have been genetically modified to become keyboard friendly. Ok maybe not that last thought.

But you can't ignore the fact that more and more people are find blogging a serious way to give vent to their feelings. It doesn't matter whether you write the wittiest of things or the most silliest. Writing a blog is a self fulling moment. It's more than a record of daily occurances it's a reflection of moods, catfights,
bitchiness, bitterness, optimism, hopelessness all boiling a really tasty cauldron of emotions.

Bloggers are no different from vampires. Once they have tasted blood one can't stop wanting more. So maybe it maybe a month, two months or even six months before your next blog, you will be back. And that's a good feeling in itself.

A cousin just turned 30 yesterday. Yes that dreaded 30. And though we laughed and song and danced the whole night away... deep down, it was still a big deal. Especially for a 29 year old like me. I looked at my cousin, trying his best to fend the usual question. How does it feel to be 30? Why? What had changed in a few days or the past year even? Nothing really. But it seemed like the apt question to ask.

But thinking about it, I've come to realise it's never about a specific number. It's about all the experiences one has had in those 30 odd years of living. To put things in even more perspective, by 30 most of our parents were happily married with kids. Us. For many 30 year olds today, me included, 30 is no different than 26. We're still living the life. Carefree and with hardly any responsibility. So there are overgrown children living in with their old parents and no one even bats an eye. A 26 year old in the west wouldn't be caught dead living in his parent's house but out here it's a culture thing. Or higher property rates. Whichever works for you.

For me, I've decided to achieve a few landmarks around my 30th birthday. The biggest of them is to quit smoking. If i succeed call me to know how. The other is to do things i've never done before. (There's a lot in that list). And finally to marry the woman of my dreams and get started on a journey of a lifetime. That oughta do for a year.

30... here i come.