Falling into a cloud of thoughts, full of Nostalgia…. Wish could roll back time again!!!

However, I am not the only one who has been off-and-away. Though there are no factual correlation I guess he is just-as-clueless or as-sure as I am, about why did he stop.

Just for-the-record, I was not mourning over MJ’s demise, as someone doubted!

The last few months were a cocktail of highs & lows mixed by a bartender, whom you tipped only after He had spoiled the first few drinks of yours.

Since my last blog, the first few drinks (read weeks) were no better than Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters. The days went tough… with complex emotions, lots of work, sporadic and uncontrollable mood-swings, and a never-ending To-Do-List. Along with the fact that the count in the list went only through an incremental curve, while the spirits and desire to do anything (leave alone blog) go sliding down an avalanche. No use listing (boring you with) the details here, as whats gone is gone, and I am back! :)

As, after the bartender (read God), saw that I could not handle the swish and swings any more — He served me great coolers with a careful blend of  some nice pep-talks by you-know-who along with the three long drinks (read weekends), nicely mixed, improving by each drink.

Started off, with Vivek sir’s birthday celebration at Pune. Well the hangover (wink) there was bad, but nevertheless a good start.

Followed by the adrenaline-driven eccentrically-planned motorbike-ride to Khandala & Lonavala AND a rocking, rainy vacation on the sand of Goa beaches. Whoa, I am still euphoric and high on adrenaline…!

While I will surely share the key savoring ingredients (read incidents) of the drinks (read trips) soon, you better KEEP VISITING NOW!

and yeah btw, now I Tweet too!

P.S. : Zaphod Beeblebrox invented the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster, and is the only person able to drink more than three of them at one sitting. I survived more…!

The quest for this game began on 24th eve, which involved (futile) visits to Crosswords, Haiko, D-Mart.. and few other shops at Powai  and finally ended the next morning at Crosswords, Bandra(W) where Atul and Mota who initially intended to shopped for just Chinese Checkers, got back with:

1. A 3-in-1 with:
   – English Checkers
   – Chess
   – Backgammon
2. Chinese Checkers
3. Reversi (a.k.a. Othello)

Its nothing new for us,as we the HCSTians..  always believe in “Live Life KING-size” – jo bhi karo chappar faad kar! :D

It also left us indecisive as to which game shall we play first…? So, we did what can only be expected from US :D.. Mota and Me played all 4 at the same time! Undoubdtedly, I lost in all four of them! :) Here’s a pic…

Now, our place has been Gamalored, one or the other game is always being played 24×7, complimented with Maggi, Eggs, Bread-Butter(with lots of butter) and (anticipated)Beer… :P.

Feels great to be game again!!!

Check-Mate!

“I can sum up in the three words what I have learnt in life – Life goes on.” – Robert Frost

“Time and tide wait for none” – An English proverb

There are numerous other great men as well, who have prophesied the same, but it seems, that for the few not-so-great and maybe not-normal souls, it doesn’t hold true in entirety. For most of the guys, life puts it foot down on gas as soon as they leave college and start working — but for us, it seems we ran out of gas…! Our lives transformed perpendicularly from the fast-paced neon lit movers to bullock-carts dragging in concentric circles.

Our lives changed in the first week of June 2007, with the end of the ‘wonder years’ – the 4 yr long college life, and it feels though we left the place our souls still reside there… coupled together in mesh, refusing to untangle and accompany its bodies who have fallen apart. Its not the place but the people who, somehow by some angelic luck, are so closely bonded that its seems life STOPPED with the parting of the ways.

Till date, may it be a birthday bash, a New Year’s eve, daru party, a causal encounter or some long sought and planned reunion – the ONLY things we talk about… are people, and  anecdotes of the those times. More often than not (now) we have even run out of new stories so we end up repeating the same old cases and remembering the same old incidents over and over again, with the same spark in our eyes and longing in our heart.

The range is of diverse taste and nature.  Our edition of “HCST Chitra Katha – Unabridged” runs across numerous volumes dedicated to people and events equally. Each character has a volume of chapters devoted to him and most of the events run across volumes in all our lives. Some of the  bestseller stories are Mota’s Healthy Habits,  Nitin’s first date, Chintu to Shaggy, Baba Bakhandar, GABA, Sahu’s quest for a GF, Chhote Babu ki prem kahaniyan, Pappu and thread-game,  Maddy Pilla ’s Fishing and the Fish Pond on fire, Rabbit v/s Registrar – The glorious night,Counter Strike warzones ,the early morning  Daru parties, 72 hour cricket tournament, Mota in ICU, The Lab, The Club the Dharamshala…..THE LIST IS ENDLESS!!!!

May God have his mercy on the few non-HCSTians (who are regularlly victimised including Mago, Nikhil, Laila, Anuj, Buddy, PK et al) who are without-a-choice compelled to listen to all of it, again and again and again. Thanks to their patience that they do so with the same interst and fervour. Moreover most of our stories sound nothing but very well crafted short stories about a place so far off from the real world we live in, that you may easily assume it for nothing but a yarn spun around our imagination. I know… they sound too good to be true. :)

We belong to the land which is there no more, we belong to Atlantis – The Land of Heroes, where we left our souls…!!!

The weekend splendidly spent in Pune, with creatures of most varied nature and significance, comes to an end this very moment, as I travel back to Mumbai in this Neeta Volvo (sitting next to a beautiful chic^* ), listening to Enigma and typing this weblog. Few hours ago when me and Jonty were trying to find a bus/taxi for Mumbai, I was half-heartedly wishing that there be no vacancy today and I might just stay for another night and leave tomorrow. Not that it would have a party-night or anything close to it. Considering the fatigue and the amount of sleep we had in the past two days, all of us would have surely hit the sack like a log only to wake up early morning and catch the first bus. Still, I longed – just to lie beside… the few who are treasured the most!!!

Still, the 2 great days and nights spent talking endlessly about anything to everything (most of it is redundant trash) leaves me in a mix state of spirits heightened, due to the pleasurable moments and dampened, for I am back on ground – back to the world around!

Footnote(s)

* sadly, none of the conversation starters did work well and weather wasn’t good either :P. So Shaggy, I think you must consider revising the Appendix. ;)

kaal kare so aaj kar, aaj kare so ab
Pal main parlay hoe jo, to bahuri karega kab.

Just penning typing down some random thoughts for no good reason…

A Random Prayer

A certain number 97 made me too happy and proud.. I’m still just too happy about it. It wasn’t actually ‘the number’ but just… something inexplicable. Audience who is able to interpret the number might interpret the feeling as well. Yeah, it also re-kindled a hope, not exactly a ray of hope.. but just a spark.. in the voice that said it… which meant more than a lot of things… a wish.. that may come true.

AMEN!

It’s a Saturday night… my eyes are puffy.. worked till midnight today.. but not in a mood to sleep.. wondering.. why did chicken cross the road? To go to the other side, isn’t it? The problem is, can’t find him anymore… Burrp!!!

Too many ellipses (…) in today’s post.. its just my non-linear thought process… Its a birthday today… i could have been partying, ‘IF’…. or could have been in Goa.. carrying a six-pack with Nitin (no IFs here)

2/9,311,126,453,349,701,502 a few numbers… lives lived … love lost… laboured to leave what was one of the only worthwhile things in life…. or just numbers Random Numbers!

Do You Realize – that you have the most beautiful face
Do You Realize – we’re floating in space -
Do You Realize – that happiness makes you cry
Do You Realize – that everyone you know someday will die

And instead of saying all of your goodbyes – let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It’s hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun doesn’t go down
It’s just an illusion caused by the world spinning round
- Lyrics from Do You Realize?  by The Flaming Lips

Non-English random thoughts (not latin)

Veni! Vedi! Vici! 3 words…. million thoughts!!!

Codito Ergo Sum ( its just g(r)eek)!

Tschuss!

Its not my diary.. its just a we(blog)… so don’t take it too seriously. :D

A  Random P.S. : Was just reading a wiki on Randomness, it says:

“…Randomness, as defined by Aristotle, is the situation when a choice is to be made which has no logical component by which to determine or make the choice (see Buridan’s ass)….” and  I’m still laughing… why should I see some Bridian’s ass(et) to understand randomness.

It included, a night-long bash with the dearest Bakri baba, Nigotiya darling and Alok Bhaiya — after a long time.

Followed by the next weekend enjoying with 8 friends including Nitin Darling – who came to Mumbai after planning (and canceling) for over 6 months; some of others, I was meeting after over an year. We had The Great Big Bash, which began on Friday night, and ended Sunday. Though the friday preceding it was a ‘different’ kind of Friday. The kind when I don’t say TGIF. :| The weekend though made up for it :)

This weekend, again, enjoyed to the fullest starting at Firangi and a fine Sunday lunch and evening including the Bumper Car Wars, the next day. Whoa, it felt great to be a kid again. There we wre 6 grown-ups sitting in those mini bumber cars and having a time of our lives. It feels great just great to be with friends after long.

For all those who ever lived and still long to live the way it used to be — through thick and thin. there is just one way to be with friends — “BHAROSE KE NAAM PAR’
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तो यारों जिओ ज़िंदगी बस
—”भरोसे के नाम पर“—
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Well, does it sound sound all nostalgic…? That’s how I am felling right now.

Here it is. Just because its good, and I read it (again) on this Friday eve, before the big bash; and I want that all of you who care to read what I write, also read what i read.

The Quarter Life Crisis

Being in Twenties…

It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn’t know and may not  like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year  or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.

You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those  friends that you thought you were so close to aren’t exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are  some of the most important ones. What you don’t recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren’t really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.

You look at your job… and it is not even close to what you thought you  would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you.

Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that  you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn’t. One minute, you are  insecure and then the next, secure.

You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is  drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.

You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can’t meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you’re doing  this because you know that you aren’t a bad person. One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap. Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic.

You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself… and while winning the race would be great, right now you’d just like to be a contender!

What you may not realize is that every one reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.

We call it the “Quarter-life Crisis.”

I have been shot, or shooed away. Did it hurt? Yes, it did!

Did I deserve it? Yes, I did!

Why did I get shooed away? I just told you, i deserved it.

So, will I ever try again?
I don’t know.  I’ll try not to.

Shoot!
Its just a word.. isn’t it? May be it is. May be it means more than what it says. Maybe I just can’t measure the depth of the wound. (Mine? no.. not mine.)