Plastic Watches

The weekend had been a mixed bag.

Had a ball on Saturday night, reached home at 1:00 in the morning, was online till 3:30 and dozed off - only to wake up to an empty home and a brooding mind at one in the afternoon.

The rest of the afternoon and the evening passed off without event. But the mood refuses to change from the melancholic state it is in. 4 Mails from mycosmic cousin and the best writer I have come across did elevate my mood a little.

I have been planning on a lot of things, but nothing seems to be going the way I planned them to. I know that Murphy's law operates at will, but I never thought that I would so caught up with work and bits of paper they call money, that I would ignore life.

I seriously feel the need to spend some time with my friends, visit places and do things and just tell them that I am still there and that life can be lived the way it is meant to be. But, it isn't happening and this is not how I want to spend my life. It is so damn frustrating.

Shouting out, screaming out and crying out are not helping anymore, i just need to go ahead and do it, but i am uncharacteristically worried about a lot of things, and I am too scared (me scared? - that was what I used to think, till today) to go ahead and just do it. I am thinking a lot about a person, but just not able to get myself to go ahead and talk. I am too egoistic.

I have a friend in Hyderabad who, I know, needs me to be with him, atleast for moral support - but there is no time

I want to meet my friend in Delhi and also try and meet my Cosmic cousin, since I am anyway there - but there is no time

I want to meet my friends in B'lore, Chennai and Ahmedabad - but there is no time

I wanted to spend a night out with another friend, but there is no time

I so badly want to have a long chat with my cousin, but there is no time

I just want to tell the designer friend of mine that I really like her - in my style, but there is no time

I want to talk to my sister, still there is no time

I want to talk to my parents, there is no time

The list could go on... I am frustrated, I want to cry out and take the damn pain away from me. I want to be me all over again. The me who was never afraid to quit a job, never afraid to do anything, never unhappy...

Lot of feelings, all at once.. no more words

The Horse Prances on…



Thanks to my cousin, living so far away, in a place called Bremen in a country called Germany, I am now the proud owner of an authentic ferrari flag.

Made By Fila, Bought in Indianapolis, transported Via Air India, driven home on a Caliber..

Everytime i go home, i will be now looking at 6.25 feet X 5.25 feet of pure ecstacy…

Yeah... it is huge, it is red and it is awesome.

If you look closely, you can see the size in comparison to a wrist watch which is placed on it...

Brothers in Arms, Girlfriends and everyone in between,

I am a 23 year old, South Indian, Dusky Complexion, 175cms, reputable family - seeking help from people who have time, and knowledge of HTML to make changes to the template.

Now dowry. (Neither given, nor accepted)

Interested parties might contact through the comments or Tag board section.

Part I
Part II

Read on...

After 30 minutes of agonizing early dinner, we return to the object of our interest, of our desire...


As we trudge along the garden path to the object, my friend suddenly receives a call from nature and is off into the bushes. After 45 seconds of yet another wait, he returns and we finally reach the dream in the shadows.

Once again, with the piece of metal in hand, I move closer, shove it into a crevice and give it yet another jab. Once again, there is the choking noise, and then silence, but this time, the noise was prolonged. It was almost as if the beast was on the verge of taking a deep breath.

I decide to give it a few more tries. I jab once again, and this time keep my digit firmly in place, what started of as a choking noise, climbed a few notes higher and promoted itself into a whine. As my friend pulled at some other part of the beast, the contralto elevated into a wail and then crescendoed into a full fledged howl….

After 30 minutes of thorough washing, drying and blowing all the limbs, digits and joints dry and heart thumping moments and finger numbing jabs later, The Ninja, is finally alive.

Carefully slotting it into the first gear with the toe shifter, we help the rumbling beast out of the gates and onto the road. The darkness of the road welcomed the brilliant glare of the headlight with muted submission.

Carefully holding it and slotting it into neutral, I swing my leg over the beast, put on my helmet crouch behind the visor and get ready for the 175 horses under my seat to propel both of us forward….

It was the time when the world was blazing past and everything seemed to be a blur…

The scenery rushes past, the lights draw curving lines all around me, the wind whizzes past at break neck speed. The world seemed to be standing still and yet turning fast. The earth trembled, the heart pumped faster. The blood rushed to the head. I experienced euphoria like never before. And till now, never after.

The black horizon is charging at us, as we leave the growl of an engine revving at 7000rpm behind us. I had finally done it. For a blazingly fast 67 kilometers, I was astride on of the fastest bikes on the planet, and I was one of the few privileged Indians who have seen the figures 1, 6 and 5 in that order on an speedo on a two wheeled beast.

...Continued from Part I

I look at the piece of metal with trepidation, fear and a vague sense of thrill combined with hope. My friend gives me a smile, and nods, with an expression that said, go ahead brother, do the honors.

Still unsure, and not able to believe that I was actually doing this, I take a deep breath and steady my weak knees and muster enough stability, courage and strength to take the first step.

Clutching the plastic grip of the metal object, I take to steps to the object, consider my chances for a while, change my position and taking careful aim, thrust the glinting piece of metal into the body and give it a twist. There is a clicking noise and then everything is silent. My friend comes over, looks over my shoulder, looks at me and says… “kya hua?”

I look at the object again and shrug.

“Kuch tho karo”, He says.

I look at the bulk, grope at it and as I find what I was looking for, I give it a firm jab. There are choking sounds as if there is still life, but it was as if the breath was constricted…

I remove the metal object, and this time, my friend takes position and pushes it into the object, once again, there is no movement, I jab at it again, this time, there is a faint noise, resembling a muted growl. My friend and I look at each other with anticipation.

Just as we were about to contemplate about our next move, there is an earsplitting yell.

“Bhaiyyyaaaaaaa……, Maa aapko under bula rahi hain, khaane keliye,”

After 30 minutes of agonizing early dinner, we return to the object of our interest, of our desire...

Coming up next...

The Conclusion

This happens to be my 100th Post, and today Happens to be my 500th day with Mozilla FireFox, FireBird or whatever it might have been called earlier and whatever it might be called later. (That is the reason why, I actually logged in to blogger and am posting this, instead of the usual email stuff)

I would also wish to Bring to notice that what ever has been written in Part I (the previous post) is entirely true. A lot of people have been under the impression that i have lifted it from somewhere, which I have not.

And, oh. I forgot, While i was away from blogger, i have been busy reading banking strategies and blah. If you can call that mysteries and thrillers. Well...

All of a sudden, my memories take me back to the time where the world was blazing past and everything seemed to be a blur…

The scenery rushes past, the lights draw curving lines all around me, the wind whizzes past at break neck speed. The world seemed to be standing still and yet turning fast. The earth trembled, the heart pumped faster. The blood rushed to the head. I experienced euphoria like never before. And till now, never after.

It was the time, which now seems like eons ago, that when my friend took me to his place and then to a dark shuttered room switched on a incandescent bulb that cast eerie shadows all round.

As we moved into the shadows, my friend stopped at the dead center of the room, standing on a discarded plank beside a huge shrouded shape. After regarding it for a while, he grabbed at the synthetic material and gave it a tug. What lay beneath was beyond my expectations. As the light bounced unevenly over the dust covered figure, I felt as if a rug was pulled from under my feet and I was falling into an unending abyss of space and vacuum.

Feeling giddy and out of breath, I plopped on the crate sitting beside me, which promptly gave way, leaving me sitting on the floor, still disoriented and still dizzy. I felt a hand gently trying to get me out of the stupor. “Arre Bhai, thoda madat karna!”

As we haul what was shrouded from the dark interiors taking care to stay in the shadows, and trying to keep it out if sight, my hands were clammy and trembling. After what we did to it, the results were even more staggering.

Giddy, scared and full of mixed feeling, I stand back, as my friend rushes into his room and comes back with a pointed metal object, ready to deal with the object. As I prepared for what was about to happen, he thrusts the piece of metal into my hand…

a dish which is best, served cold.

And I am about to gift someone a triple Sundae, chilled with liquid nitrogen.

But, the wait, is unbearable.

How do you know that it is true love that you have found, when you think you have found it?