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Saturday, September 20, 2008

Bucket List

Hmm.. what is a bucket list? Simple - it is a list of things you would like to do before you hit the bucket, that is before you die. Yes, I know it seems like a very depressing blog item for someone like me. But the idea of having my bucket list is to make sure my bucket has very very few things if death had to come unexpectedly to me. I have decided to make a bucket list every now and then and do things on the list, just so that I live a (near) fulfilled life when I die. 


It is kinda strange I cant think of the items on my bucket list yet... but I am sure to edit this post often and put them up here. I think each one of us should write a bucket-list often, just so that we are living at least a part of this life for ourselves and not stuck fulfilling other people's wishes... 

Hmm.. so it is a fresh day and I am editing an existing post... Yes, I did think of somethings for my bucket list

1. Touch moon light.
2. Be a farmer for a day.
3. Scrape off paint from a wall.
4. Break glass tumblers...

[Do I look destructive?]

Wednesday, September 10, 2008


The loud-speaker has forced me to write a few words on Ganesh Puja. I am a festival lover you see :) 


Deva O Deva Ganpati deva tum se badhkar kaun? Aur tumhare bahkt jano mein humse badhkar kaun?

Oh Lord Ganesha, who is more divine than you? And who could be a more devout follower of you but me?

The rest of the bhajan/song/prayer/hymn is about convincing God to bless us.

Ganapati Bappa Mourya, Agle barasa tu jaldi aa! 

O lord Ganesha, grace us and come by a  little early the next year. 

The rest of the prayer is about summoning the God to arrive on this earth again around the same time the next year and bless us all immortal souls. 

The translations (which I seem to be bad at) cannot actually reflect the devotion with which Hindus summon to Lord Ganesha for blessings. Lord Ganesha is considered the God of Siddhi and Riddhi, that is spiritual and worldly perfection. 

Ganesh festival symbolises the beginning of festivals in the Hindu calendar. We Indians love festivals. And we have plenty. I mean P.L.E.N.T.Y. We are a (proud?!) secular country and we have enough festivals from all religions to keep us on our toes, celebrating and having a good time, for 365 days in a year. With festivals come sweets (calories), new clothes, (more expenses) and celebration(loud speakers)

Find attached a picture of the last day of the festival. This is a picture of the 10th day on which the idol is submerged into water and the festival ends. 


Beauty and the beast or Bhajans and the loud speakers.

I love the celebrations, new clothes, sweets and the life that Indian festivals bring along. But there are some superbly annoying things associated with festivals. For the last 6 days, a neigborhood pandal has been playing Ganpati Bappa Mourya, agale baras tu jaldi aa... (refer to my next post to see what it means, in case you dont know yet.)


We have laws preventing clubs from playing music, or for that matter, even staying open after 11 PM. Yes, after 11PM we all gather at the push-cart tea shop outside the railway station and eat Omlettes (Yuuum!) 

On new year's eve, we cannot play music beyond a certain decibel level and the cops, as soon as they kiss their loved ones (fellow constables) happy new year, are out on their jeeps, chasing 20 somethings out of party destinations. 

But come festivals! and you can break all rules! Afterall, who are those mortals a.k.a cops and law keepers, to stop us from showering affection on Him? In fact if they did, their dismissal letters are just a laddoo away. 

My ears are begging of me to give them a change of music. I tried playing Toxicity and other SOAD tracks on my music system since they are the loudest of the lot. But hell, no! the speakers invariably take over ALL the music around you and replace them with the same agale baras tu jaldi aa track. 

I love all this fun and truly respect your feeling of love and devotion towards beloved Ganesha... but have mercy on the patients at hospitals, have mercy on the mosque goers trying to woo their God of belief, have mercy on mothers trying to put their babies to sleep, have mercy on lovers trying to silently gaze at each other, have mercy on the oldies at the local library, have mercy on poor me, I am taking the GMAT in 4 days... 

Monday, September 8, 2008






These are the colors I love... and they are from my Mom's garden :)

Indian television - It's good you know!

Indian television is surely a notch above the rest. I remember this one month I spent at Europe and the frustration that TV brought along. First, there is no cable operator like in India, who will fix every cable related and small TV related problem for you. They have Set Top box or more popularly Sky TV (yes, the British version of Tata Sky, or is it the other way round?!) We did not have Tata Sky at home before I went to Europe, so operating 1 TV with 2 remote controls was quite a task for me. Oh was it 2 or 5? Yeah, the room had a remote control for the heater, for the DVD player, for the music system, the TV and for Sky TV. Phew! I spent an entire evening with my palms freezing outside the gloves (we Indians cant seem to do anything with gloves on!) but alas, I had not the faintest idea how to work the damn TV.

The next evening my friend came home (who had quite easily figured out switching on the flat screen monster) and we started surfing. There were many shows (read American idol, old episodes of friends and sex and the city - thats it.) There were about 60 channels playing either one of the 3 - All The Time. There was nothing else to watch. Again, my friend found for me a channel that would play hip-hop 24x7. And there too, no surprises, it was the same set of 5 songs. sigh!

And that is when, the me who cant stop saying how much I dislike TV, I started missing Indian television. The joy of Star Cricket, news on NDTV, Roadies on MTV, Boogie Woogie on Sony TV! Aah! man is that heaven!! I was desperate to the extent, some big bindis and zardosi sarees in a K serial-ish setting on TV would have made my day!

How can I forget the quintessential Indian advertisements? Authors' note: All ads in Europe were as if I was watching Asian Sky Shop. Ya, like what Bingo has tried doing, in a mocking way, is exactly how ads for packets of yucky looking potato wafers to the ads for washing machine are. That is when I appreciated Indian advertisements the most. I mean just see the latest Himani Pain relief ad, so symbolic of today's world.
The ad for an Insurance policy - Khwaab thode zyaada - it touches you somewhere. They know what we relate to. And the old dairy milk ad, remember? Kya swaad hai zindagi ka? Oh my God! now these are what I call advertisements. They are supposed to sell products, and they do!

Though I am back in India and it turns out I am not an Indian TV freak yet, I will still sign off saying - Long live Indian TV and the masala!

Yeah! That's me for you!

Yes, me in a nutshell! 
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Fettish :)

There is no way I do not write about my newest fettish! Perfumes (Vain me - I am back!) Yeah, it started with Heathrow airport I guess... the fragrances, oh I literally wanted to break those bottles and drown in the scented water!

Well, I did not know what 80 pounds were, I mean I knew, but I did not realise what would that translate into, when I had to pay back my credit card bills in Indian rupees! And there I went on this perfume purchase spree. Hugo, David Beckham, Givenchy, Diesel... and that is it. I ran out of credit limit! I came back home to realise there were a bunch of my favourite people eyeing my expensive and sexy perfumes. So...so I decide to give them away! Well not all, I saved the Beckham and Givenchy for myself! 


And then I go to Marks and Spencer in India and pick up a cheap (vis-a-vis the Hugos and Beckhams) perfume, which I am terribly in love with. I do not have a day without its smell lingering on me.

Goodbyes have their advantages too! 2 of my friends gifted me Lacoste Touch Of Pink and I will thank them forever to introducing me to the smell of heaven. The exquisite pink bottle with the beautiful smell can give any man a tiny orgasm! Well, there is no chance my best-friends' gift of Jennifer Lopez Still will go unmentioned on this blog. I leave the fragrance behind on the smelly streets of India as I walk. So you can pretty much imagine what a beauty it is! 

There are loads of new perfumes on my wishlist. Click on the name and check out the beauties I plan to own soon!





Sunday, September 7, 2008

Life begins when you start living.

I was retrospecting and trying to figure out how my 23 years of life have been. I was surprised that my meories are of only 10 of them. Where did the other 13 go? And that is when I realized, we are all essentially either surviving or living or dying - all the time.


Surviving - Eating, sleeping and being happy. 
Surviving is when you are a kid, you are fed food, sent to school, picked back, washed and freshened, sent out to play, forced to do homework and forced to bed. If you are lucky, you will have a few minutes of TV watching in the midst of all this. If you are unlucky (like me) you will have a few minutes of Doordarshan news to watch since your parents never thought of cable TV!

Living - Drinking, not eating and being happy. 
Living is when you are grown up, sent some money from home to bear expenses (if this part is missing - there is no point reading further. You have never really lived.) and from which you scringe for the next birthday gift to be given on the 29th of the month. This birthday gift can either be a music CD (to start with) or a half bottle of Absolut Pepper (as you grow up.) Living is looking longingly at that bunch of guys and girls, who you hope, will make friends with you. Living is realising that they made friends with you and you are eternally broke. 

Living is then spending quiet nights endlessly in your room, with a book to read. Living is waiting for your localite friends to call you over for 1 home-cooked meal. Living is meeting 8 other friends over 1 cup of coffee at CCD. Living is dying to go home and dying to go back when you go home. Living is writing the most popular competitive exam of your field. Living is standing outside that cheap thali joint for a sumptous meal. Living is sitting on your college parking-lot forever (and fighting with the parking boy saying you took care of your own bike, so you wont pay.) Living is recharging your mobile fone for 50 rs and giving your parents a missed call. Living is looking for the cheapest cyber cafe, since you are hooked to Yahoo Messenger. 

Living is writing your first resume (with nothing to write on it) and printing out 5 copies. Living is randomly looking for 'job opportunities' in Times Ascent. Living is learning what 'soft-copy' of resume is. Living is wondering how you will live after those beautiful 5 years. Living is packing up and doing everything 'one last time' - One last movie, one last dinner, one last chasing, one last 'meet up', one last re-union. 

Phase 2 of living is when you get a reply from your resume soft-copy. Living begins again and when you phone call them all about your proud job. Living is when you buy yourself 'formal wear' and go to 'office' and everthing out there seems awesome. Living is when you get your first, first ever salary. Living is taking a color-photocopy of the cheque and sending it to your parents. (and blowing the money therein on buying stupid gifts for all your best friends, best aunts, best cousins...) 

Living is making a new set of friends and going on endlessly about your phase 1 of living! Living is planning vacations since you have the money! Living is buying your mom a saree and dad a Reid and Taylor shirt. Living is the ecstasy of seeing your old friends and having them over for new years eve! Living is guzzling Long Island Teas on ladies' nite. Living is dying of your job after a while and living is looking for the next option. Living is resigning your job and counting how much you saved. Living is cuddling up beside your mom, the way you did just before you started living. 

Dying - It is loving. Dying is knowing that the best 5 yrs of your life, with which you are now madly in love with, are over. Dying is loving your college and leaving it behind. Dying is being asked out by the guy you no more have a crush on. Dying is when your best friends' boyfriend walks out on her - and you always thought they were meant to be. Dying is hoping someone else played you this song on the juke box, and not this guy. Dying is loving your sister so much that it aches to see her married. Dying is about all those big things of small consequence... 

Saturday, September 6, 2008

Some more from my wealth of books...

By the river Piedra I sat down and wept - Paulo Coelho

I looked at the other, there in the corner of the room, fragile, exhausted, disillusioned. Controlling and enslaving what should really be free: her emotions. Trying to judge her future loves by the rules of her past suffering. 

But love is always new. Regardless of whether we love once, twice or dozen times in our life, we always face a brand-new situation. Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere. We simply have to accept it because it is what nourishes our existence. If we reject it, we die of hunger, because we lack the courage to stretch out a hand and pluck a fruit from the branches of the tree of life. We have to take love wherever we find it, even if it means hours, days, weeks of disappointment and sadness. 

The moment we begin to seek love, love begins to seek us. And to save us. 

Jonnathan Livingston Seagull - Richard Bach

When you come to the edge of all light you have known, and are about to step out into darkness, faith is knowing one of the two will happen - There will be something to stand on, or you will be taught to fly. 

Reality is simply the name we give to our most cherished way of looking at the world. 

Tuesdays with Morrie - Mitch Albom

As my visits with Morrie go on, I begin to read about death and how different cultures view the final passage. 


Fountainhead - Ayn Rand

Well, look at it. Every piece of it is there because the house needs it - and for no other reason. The rooms in which you'll live made the shape. The relation of masses was determined by the distribution of space within. The ornament was determined by the distribution of space, method of construction, and emphasis of the principle that makes it stand. Your own eyes go through a structural process.  When you look at the house, you can follow each step, you can see it rise, you know what made it and why it stands. But you've seen buildings with columns that support nothing, with purposeless cornices, with pilasters, moldings, false arches, false windows. You've seen buildings that look as if they contained one large hall, they have solid columns, and single solid windows six floors high. But you enter and find six stories inside. Or buildings that contain a single hall, but with a facade cut up into floor lines, band courses, tiers of windows. Do you understand the difference? Your house is made by its own needs. Those others are made by the need to impress. The determining motive of your house is in the house. The determining motive of others in the audience. 


*A thing is not high if one can reach it; it is not great if one can reason about it; it is not deep if one can see its bottom. 

* Illusory joy is often far more worth than genuine sorrow. 

* Love - The word is not enough for what it is

* Peace of mind is not the absence of conflict, but the ability to cope with it. 

* Renunciation is not getting rid of the things of this world, it is knowing that they will pass away. 

* Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional. 

* Those who look outside dream, those who look inside awaken.


Shakespeare in Julius Caesar- 

Cowards die many times before their death. The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all wonders that I yet have heard it seems to me most strange that men should fear; seeing that death, a necessary end, will come when it will come. 


Detox - Back on popular demand.

I had a blog few years ago, which I eventually stopped using, since it had become more of an emotional vent than being a blog. On that blog I had posted something on the concept of detox. I detoxicated myself in a self propogated way. It was during the most transformative months of my life and it did help me lift myself up, when I was in pits. A lot of my friends have expressed interest in having the post back. So, here it is copy-pasted. 


Off late I went into a mind body detox. This is how I went about doing it:
Body detox:
zero alcohol and zero tobacco.
Light food. Slightly hungry at any given point in time
.
Mind detox:
This required me to free my mind of all the conditioning that has happened to me in the past so many years. Especially, the conditioning that is not of a conscious nature. I tried to be more open towards criticism, avoid arguments, avoid small talk, distance myself from others and come closer to myself. I had to struggle in the initial days of doing so. What was more important than the struggle itself was the realization that we spend so much time worrying about trivialities. How we place others above ourselves by worrying about what they think about us or do to us. After all how much time in a day do we spend trying to figure our position in the complex matrix of all the people we know in these years we have lived?
Why do we not make best friends of the same intensity than what we had in our school or college days? That is merely owing to the fact that each breathing day we spend here, all we learn is to compare. Again that springs from our Endeavour to filter. Filter the people in our life based on our preferences like as if we were buying a pair of shoes. Eventually we filter the chosen friends in such a way that we accept them only in parts. Where is the friend in totality whom we would accept for the way he or she is?

The other thing that put me to thought was the fact that we spend so much of our life arguing, trying to put our point forth, trying to make the other person believe what we believe in. where is the whole point in debating? I remember I used to take pride in the fact that I would win all the debate competitions that I participated in while I was in school/college. I realized that I was taking pride in the mere fact that I was a bigger fighter than most of the other people, that I could force a panel of judges in believing that I have researched more than my peers have and that I have the art of jabber whereby I can outdo the other person by modulating my tone and voice. Victory would have been when I could convince the other party in debate in accepting my belief and not finishing my point before the bell went off. The wiser thing is to indulge into a discussion or even better a dialogue where we enter with an open mind. We speak so as not to give but to receive, wherein I am not trying to make you buy my beliefs whereas I have come to attain a new perspective by looking at things the way someone else looks at them. And of course give them a new angle. In this process not only do I grow as an individual, I also help someone else. So this is the development of not one individual but many by retaining originality.

After all how important is the validity stamp? How often has ecstasy and euphoria been the effect of a cause involving more than one person other than you yourself?


Sahaja Yoga

I have been thinking of doing Yoga since eternity. I also came across a few Sahaja Yoga centres here. I want to go register at one of them. Sahaja Yoga, as described on its website, is a unique method of Yoga based on the concept of self-realization. Through this process an inner transformation takes place by which one becomes moral, united, integrated and balanced. I am a staunch believer of transformation through balance. So, here it is! 


Tentative date - 1st October. 

Food for thought.

There are these really awesome things I keep coming across: while I read, while I surf or even while I listen to music. Sometimes I write them down on a piece of paper, sometimes in my diary and sometimes save it as drafts on my Gmail ID! I thought it is a nice idea to add them to my blog, so that whoever lands up here, gets to learn something while passing by my way. So here it goes:


1. This is from the book Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. 
  • Life's metaphors are God's instructions. 
  • You have just climbed up and above the roof. There is nothing between you and infinite. Now let go. 
  • The day is ending. It is now time for something beautiful to turn into something else that is beautiful. Now let go. 
  • Your wish for resolution was a prayer. You being here is God's response. Let go and watch the stars come out - on the outside and on the inside. 
  • With all your heart, ask for grace and let go. 
  • With all your heart, forgive him, forgive yourself and let go. 
  • Let your intention be freedom from useless suffering. Then let go. 
  • Watch the heat of the day pass into cool night. Let go. 
  • When the karma of a relationship is done, only love remains. It's safe. Let go. 
  • When the past has passed from you at last, let go. Then climb down and begin the rest of your life. With great joy. 
2. This one is I think from the movie Rocky Balboa. Please correct me if I am wrong. 

"The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows. It is a very mean and nasty place and it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't how hard you hit; it's about how hard you can get hit, and keep moving forward. How much you can take, and keep moving forward. That's how winning is done. Now, if you know what you're worth, then go out and get what you're worth. But you gotta be willing to take the hit, and not pointing fingers saying you ain't where you are because of him, or her, or anybody. Cowards do that and that ain't you. You're better than that"

3. I read this in some MBA prep forum. 

It all boils down to the debate of Ends v/s means .The end can always justify the means. But each and everything you do may not be focused towards achieving the means.
Achieving the End is like the Tour de France. You may not win every stage, you may not always wear the yellow jersey, but in the end the one who endures and comes out on top collectively is the Winner.

Lots more to come, as of now just published those that were saved in my drafts :)