Tonight's gonna be a good night....

Over the few years i had developed this peculiar habit of keenly observing people around me and let me confess its a damn good past time. I end up observing their peculiar habits, accent errm basically something like a character study...

So yours truly was in a night club yesterday and what better place to observe what people actually do in a night club... with a few rounds in I was in a best position to see what happens around..

fact 1: no one can dance. night club dancing involves random shaking of the arms and legs.Its a myth that people "dance" in a night club.

fact 2:Standard step. Always 1 arm is raised up and the other above your waist line ,below the chest and move to the beat. This is called going into the groove.

Me and my friend AT had perfected this in our high school.

fact 3: Every one wants to score or at least get a "piece" of the action before the night is over.

fact 4: Number of people waiting in the loo is equivalent to those on the dance floor. This is called natural crowd control.

fact 5: If in doubt of your steps- copy the dude who has the most girls around him. Noticed a majority of the stags do this. At one point it was like a sync and all were doing the same thing.

fact 6: Desi's stand totally out. They will not follow fact 2 and be just doing the Desi Head bob or a bhangra (if north Indian) or a dappan kutthu (if from south India)

note: We are smart, after a point we learn Fact 5 and we are one with the world.

fact 7: personal experience: Never dance if you are conscious of your movements, It will be a harrowing experience to recollect. I ended up laughing all the way back home... :)

note: One needs to be drunk to dance without the conscience pricking in a club.

fact 8: One is bound to hate at least 40% of the songs played. this will really show as the demeanour of the person will visibly change....But come on tonight's gonna be good night :)

fact 9: You are bound to see head banging to trance music.

fact 10: You are bound to see a group who take more pics than they dance....

fact 11:The party peaks at 2AM- all are drunk.

Observed a lot more.... but i was too drunk to remember now......

Having said that clubbing rocks and i had a great night out.....

Bubble Top.

Its been a while since i have blogged, let alone post something its been aeon's since i even opened my page, so here i am trying to see if i am still up to it, eager to find out if someone had actually viewed/ commented on my posts and i get a tad excited to see someone has actually commented..my ego bubbles up a little- literally translates into " hell i am good even when i am not blogging" and what do i find ???

an ad for viagra.

do i need to rant more?

nuuu picha..nuu sytz...nuuu....What the $#%

After the installation of wi fi in my apartment, i cm 2 ve 2 mch o tym ta kll.. awww fuck i cannot do this to myself.... I was checking out FB and saw a comment on my friends photo...

Details below...

nuu cut...nuu cut...pweettiieeee picha..

I did not understand even a word - if you can call it a word, of it. Can you? (if you can you are truly a born linguist) I initially thought this was some cryptic code used between the girls,but how wrong i was.

Phew, the amount of abbrv. that is being used these days are mind boggling. Not that i am against it or i am "old fashioned" (as one of my friend addressed me), but i feel down the line we will need dictionaries to "expand" the words and people will forget how the word is actually pronounced and spelt!!!!

One used to find a lot of people trying to mimic Americans, now that era has long gone by, a nu(new) generation has come out trying to imitate the gangster slang there..sheesh..."nuf s nuf"

A extent of abbrv is accepted as its understandable and is for convenience. But this degree of abbrv is actually complicating the sentence rather than make it simple.I know its considered to be "cool" , "rad" and "slick"......but its just so bloody fake. Get real. Grow up.


and btw...

it actually means...


"New cut, new cut..pretty picture "


Kudos to those who got it right.....

Hey Ram...

I just saw Slumdog Millionaire by Danny Boyle (not that it needs an introduction), there is a particular scene in the movie when the character Arvind talks about Benjamin Franklin on a 100$ bill and eventually Irfan Khan asking the protagonist Dev if he knows about the personality on the Indian currency, Dev replies he doesn't with the utmost honesty. Pause.

I asked myself,” Do I know about Gandhi??”

Unfortunately, I don’t know much about him. All that I knew was from my history text books giving a vivid picture of his contribution to the Indian Independence (much appreciated) but a rarely any reference is made to the man’s personal life itself. I did not know what Gandhi was as a normal man, only the projected Mahatma image.

Inquisitive and cynical in nature I actually searched for Gandhi in wikipedia and what a shock I was to receive. The content in wikipedia was exhaustive and by habit I skipped to the contents of the article and found part which refers to Gandhi’s bramacharya…DING..he was married and had 4 chidren…!! Curious, I continued to read on….

Apparently when he was having sex with his wife his father died, giving him a deep sense of guilt and became a vowed celibate deeply influenced by the philosophy of Brahmacharya.

“For Gandhi, Brahmacharya meant "control of the senses in thought, word and deed."”

Reading on was even more shocking to me……

Towards the end of his life, it became public knowledge that Gandhi had been sharing his bed for a number of years with young women.^[38][39] He explained that he did this for bodily warmth at night and termed his actions as "nature cure". Later in his life he started experimenting with Brahmacharya in order to test his self control. His letter to Birla in April, 1945 referring to ‘women or girls who have been naked with me’ indicates that several women were part of his experiments.^[40] Sex became the most talked about subject matter by Gandhi after ahimsa (non-violence) and increasingly so in his later years. He devoted five full editorials in Harijan discussing the practice of Brahmacharya.^[41]

As part of these experiments, he initially slept with his women associates in the same room but at a distance. Afterwards he started to lie in the same bed with his women disciples and later took to sleeping naked alongside them.^[40] According to Gandhi active-celibacy meant perfect self control in the presence of opposite sex. Gandhi conducted his experiments with a number of women such as Abha, the sixteen-year-old wife of his grandnephew Kanu Gandhi. Gandhi acknowledged “that this experiment is very dangerous indeed”, but thought “that it was capable of yielding great results”.^[42] His nineteen-year-old grandniece, Manu Gandhi, too was part of his experiments. Gandhi had earlier written to her father, Jaisukhlal Gandhi, that Manu had started to share his bed so that he may "correct her sleeping posture".^[42] In Gandhi’s view, the experiment of sleeping naked with Manu in Noakhali would help him in contemplating upon Hindu-Muslim unity in India before partition and ease communal tensions. Gandhi saw himself as a mother to these women and would refer to Abha and Manu as “my walking sticks”.

Gandhi called Sarladevi, a married woman with children and a devout follower, his “spiritual wife”. He later said that he had come close to having sexual relations with her.^[43] He had told a correspondent in March, 1945 that “sleeping together came with my taking up of bramhacharya or even before that”; he said he had experimented with his wife “but that was not enough”.^[42] Gandhi felt satisfied with his experiments and wrote to Manu that “I have successfully practiced the eleven vows taken by me. This is the culmination of my striving for last thirty six years. In this yajna I got a glimpse of the ideal truth and purity for which I have been striving”.

I am not making any judgment on Gandhi based on this. I am still in the process verifying the claims made in this article. I let you guys decide upon how much you know about our Father of the nation. I felt like an ignorant ass after coming to know about all this from wikipedia and not our history teachers.

Was surprised, shocked, ashamed at myself for coming to know about this after my education is over.

More to come on this, the unknown about Gandhi, you know any references send them across.

Personally... How does that smile look now? Sweet and innocent or otherwise...? i would really like to know..

Source of italicized content

:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gandhi#Brahmacharya

Shantaram..

Why is this post named as it has been? No particular reason. Its been a while since i have posted anything in this space...Well, its been almost an year, time flies... Now i am back in business with a net connection and a swanky wi fi router..Its been a year since i was offline..Wow one can write in regional language here..ஒதா ...Internet was a luxury i coudnt afford, but now what the heck... :D.. Balls to the recession.. Life on a genral has been monotonous with most of my time devoted to my work, which i seem to apreciate and enjoy as days pass by.....

Mumbai has been through its troubles during this one year and so i have been.. I can seem to able to connect to this city..This is the most dynamic city one can see..strong and full of passion. Its a city of contradictions...People are either too caring or really dont give a shit..... Sometimes i hate being here..sometimes its almost home...But home will always be good old Madras and Mylapore.

When away from one's home, one tends to appreciate the finer aspects of home..I miss good old vathakozhambu with vadaam, thaiir saadam, pallavan bus, chitrakulam, kabali..63 moovar..ther thiruvizha...mylapore festival...RR sabah...SSK road...Marina..Bessi...bessi fast food..the dirty gobi 65 and fried rice..and many many more......aaaahh chennai....

I AM BACK......

After a long hiatus (i always wanted to use this word... :D got the opportunity just now) I AM BACK. Two months in Trivandrum and now posted in Bombay….TCS has changed my life entirely…away in a distant land, unknown language (trust me that is a big barrier) every day is an adventure….

But till now MUMBAI MERRY HAI..!!! I love this place…for its speed, people and obviously the babes… :P

So this blog will now be bullshit not only from me..but also from Bombay……

BEWARE…..

Dog Wars

This post is not about the dysfunctional system in the suburbs but about DOGS and the menace they create.Though dubbed man's best friend i prefer to keep my distance from them.I had a terrible confrontation with a Alsatian once and lost four kilos from my thigh.Due to the gore involved in the incident i will refrain from going into the details.So this particular incident in my 8th grade changed me from being a dog lover to a paranoid human petrified of anything that has sharp teeth,nails(vinod)claws.I stay away from untamed dogs,cats and strays as much as possible.

Its been four years since i have moved into the suburbs and the biggest problem i had ,besides adjusting to the new environment ,was that of adjusting to the martial law of the dogs in my street.Seriously...after 10 'o clock the curfew begins and the dogs take over the street.It is impossible to move around without them snarling menacingly at you.It is a risk i normally do not take.

Having a lot of free time to kill i began to name them...

1) Black beast -big fucking dog...as big as a Pig...forgot to mention..the territory is also shared by pigs also. i think he is the alpha male

2) Scarface --This dog was subjected to gruesome tests by some mad scientist living nearby i reckon,because this dog's face is distorted in the most ugly way which would make Scarface(from 'the Texas chain saw massacre ) look elegant. ***Menaka Gandhi are you reading this???

3)Fucked---this dog convinced me that someone's sexual orientation in my neighborhood was on psychotic lines.

4)Big Bad Brownie and 5)Spots.


These were the ruling dogs in my street...what is their lifestyle....?? Fuck around the entire day...howl in the night ...fight with the dogs from the next lane..and bite the occasional postman or the courier guy...

I made my peace with the dogs in the first week i shifted to the suburbs by offering them biscuits and i stay away from them as much as possible.If i am late..i ask my dad to pick me up from the railway station nearby to avoid any confrontation.
Who said dogs were cute and cuddly.....??? They should have a look at the dogs ruling my streets.......i hear from the society that they are planning to remove the gurkha,because his job is easily taken over by these "best-friends of man"....wait wait....i can hear the gurkha wailing in the background...think he got his pink slip...or did he get mauled by Big bad Brownie?????