Lo que sea

A Mi , mi Vida me parece esta sin Fin de la Semanas. Bebo mucho Cafe para despierta. Quiero estar tiempo libre. Pero me gusta mi vida y espanol. Ahorra me escucho una cancion : La Cucaracha :

Spanish	English
La cucaracha, la cucaracha,	The cockroach, the cockroach,
ya no puede caminar	can't walk anymore
porque no tiene, porque le falta	because it doesn't have, because it's lacking
marihuana pa' fumar.	marijuana to smoke.
Ya murió la cucaracha	The cockroach just died
ya la llevan a enterrar	and they carried him off to bury him
entre cuatro zopilotes	among four buzzards
y un ratón de sacristán.	and the sexton's mouse.

Muy Muy Divertda !!

Doppelganger

Last nite we let the alter egos take over. Broke the pattern just for the sake of it. Wore printed Tees and felt ten years younger. Got refused entry in places and laughed about it. Rejected some chic places after entering coz they didn't fit in with our aspirations. Ate like maniacs, watched Dexter, cracked shady ones, heard music which we heard ten years ago courtesy the DJ at Kivas. After ages Summer of 69,Livin on a Prayer, Sweet Child Of Mine, Another Brick In the Wall part two and a host of other wannabe stuff sounded fun. Woke up early , had only cold coffee all day, just returned home now. Feels great, as they say:
Whiskey after Beer, No Fear!

Heavy

Its been that sorta week. People have been quitting the company or going onsite or returning from onsite. Have had numerous heavy lunches as a result. Plus it being the festive season et all, have had heavy dinners and drinks as well. Am so sick of it all now that the sight of food makes me wanna throw up. All I want is just an ice tea or a large cold coffee I can sip through the day and not have to eat anything. But our Indian Audience folks never understand this and take it as some sign of stress and mental depression that their loving child doesn't wanna eat for a day or two. Too much dramas in this country man! Can't wait to get out and starve myself till I vanish !!

Inglorious

'Have you watched Inglorious...? That is what most people stop at while inquiring if you have watched the latest Tarantino Firecracker at the cinemas. In India, we can't get ourselves to say Basterds in public. I have seen people do crazy things to avoid saying the name , but still convey their message. Take my German Class for example; the teacher asked "What movie have you watched this weekend?" An eager soul responded, "Yes I watched a movie at e-square. I forgot the name, but it was set in Nazi occupied France". How the hell can you forget the name of a movie you watched yesterday? Its better you give up on learning a language then I believe. However on hearing his response I couldn't help but laugh. When the teacher (who is also old and wouldn't have understood what film the guy watched), asked me what the reason for my outburst was , I smugly responded "I guess he watched Ghajini, so he forgot the name after 15 mins. He should probably click pics the next time ".
If you ask me, purely on dictionary meaning terms, a Bastard is just a victim of circumstances. There is no fault of his that he is the Bastard. The real bad-word should be "Bastard's Mom" or "Bastard's Pop", but like true legacy the child carries the societal disrepute although his folks literally fucked up. But now if you look at the way in which the term is used on a daily basis, it conjures up that anyone who is remotely connected with stuff that is illegal or unethical maybe called a Bastard. I guess the reason is that phonetically "Illegal" or "Unethical" don't have the same impact as "Bastard" does. Its similar to how everyone from an only child sans even cousins to a brother with dozen sisters is termed as "Bhenc*" in Hindi. It is all for the lack of a more impactful word.
Sometimes, people refer to each other as bastards even endearingly. Like in the movies, Robert De Niro (with his eyes half shut and smile half formed) might say to fellow Italian with a warm smile on his face " You dirty Bastard". The moment is so tender , you almost feel they might actually peck each other on the cheek now. Some people do refer to each other as Bastards just for the sake of it, because they believe that they are Bastards themselves for no real reason except some deep hatred for being termed as all good. This phenomenon is common in Punjab where everyone is a BhenC* or Bhen Da* atleast verbally.
I would say to sum it up " Some people are Born bastards, Some achieve Bastardness, while some have Bastardness thrust upon them". It is very difficult to remain out of all thse 3 categories as Greatness Excludes but Bastardness Includes!! So Happy Diwali Fellow Bastards! May the new year bring you Sexual Fulfilment, Sexual Prowess, Striking Good Looks, and Shitloads of Money!

Choose Ur Executioner

They glare at me from every road's side. Filthy looking, mustached, their hands supposedly mocking a namaste, and that disgusting smile on their lips. The texts, sub texts, names etc written in languages I don't wanna understand and in colors that I don't wanna recognize. And then there are the symbols. Da Aaichi Code I suppose. Its kind of like our devotional system. One god has many faces (avatars). Similarly all they needed to make is a symbol of a butcher's knife, but they go about creating many avatars like an elephant that might trample us, a telephone whose wire they'd wring our necks with and then there is the palm, the open palm. It will cover our eyes, ears and mouths making us deaf dumb and blind in the process. Supposedly we should "See No Evil, Hear No Evil and Speak No Evil". That is precisely what the open palm has done throughout history. They have inundated us with so many problems over the years that all we see, hear and speak about are our immediate problems. This helps mask their shady dealings and evil deeds which they do with gay abandon, but then they don't claim too see them, hear them or talk about them. And then the time comes when they need us once again to continue with more of the same. They then announce ridiculous measures like so and so has switched to wearing Westside Undies instead of genuine jockeys , to prove that they are with the people during these recessionary times. If their wanton ways at road sides weren't sufficient , they have started inundating us with smses, calls, flyers at our doorsteps, etc which are equally irritating. Then there is a Jar which was a part of the Lab. But the Jar didn't like the treatment meted out to it in lab Conditions. So now its opted out of the lab, and has started storing vernacular reptiles, letting them out every now and then to spread their plague in the region. From mountain rats to independence seeking former Lab Rats, the region seems to have come a long way. I think we need an Aldo Raine of our own who would carve out disgusting rats on their foreheads before executing them. When will the Jar Break, the palm fold, the telephone go out of order and the elephant get de-tusked? Until then, the only choice we seem to have is to choose our way to go. But its also a choice we don't have to make :)..

High Spirits

So whats wrong if I want to wear an Osho robe to sleep at night?Its loose and comfy and has no interference in certain areas.. But people construe it as some plunge I am taking into joining the commune. The thing is I don't even believe in communes or the concept of taught spirituality. Spirituality has to be an individual experience. If someone teaches you the path to Nirvana then its no point. Its like that cheat code in a videogame. U'll reach the next level but you would have that sinking feeling that you aren't good enough or ready for this. Maybe I am an alpha male who just doesn't like asking for directions in any form buy there are people I know who have joined art of living classes, vedanta and god knows what all. They swear by it , but i can see that they are probably as bad or even worse in their personal lives than all of us on the other side. Most of these things are like chain marketing. People join something and then feel they are doing something stupid so they promote it and hook on more unsuspecting lambs to the ordeal that they're going through. Once they have a sufficiently large number of member then they feel secure in the safety of numbers and start acting as some exclusive community and then start shunning off newer believers who then form their own clubs. Everything does and will get commercial whenever there are more persons involved, so spirituality is a journey that a person has to undertake himself/herself. To conclude I would say, the more distilled beverages (containing ethanol) you drink , the more 'Spirited' u get. So after that spirituality can't be far out , can it? I wonder why people avoid the obvious and take the more complex and winding and unending routes which extend well beyond their life spans. They probably want to become spiritual when they are actually spirits and not when they are full of spirits! Cheers to that!

Mein Kampf

I have to be free. Mentally, physically , emotionally. But freedom cannot be achieved by running away. It is different from escapism. I have no control over some things and I am no God here. But still I believe, things will fall into place. Although I am no fan of Gandhi, ironically my life story seems to be that of Satyagraha. I do have more violent instincts, but those I haven't given vent to as yet. I hope I don't have to and I too achieve my independence through peaceful means, but someday if the "spot of bother" doesn't become the situation it's supposed to become, I might have to finish the bandits off myself. They seem to plunder everything that is beautiful, lively n real, and convert them into artificial doormats. Their sole mission seems to be that of replacing life by existence. The world can really do without such viruses. They're worse than Swine Flu, HIV, Cancer, etc.. but what's happened to the divine laboratory. No timely vaccinations for this one ? We need a selective holocaust to survive this pandemic.