Preserve Wildlife - Pickle a Squirrel ...

6 Apr, 2007

Just like the title heading, this post is again entering the Random Zone. Somehow i feel i am moving away from the concept of my blog name - The 5th dimension, where thoughts meet reality - there doesn't seem to be a reality check here. Though i wouldnt even put it to be an all out thought forum like dear little Spaceman 'the Spiff' Calvin and Sir 'Tigger' Hobbes enthusiastically share.

Well pulling myself back into writing what i intended to write here, the title is "obviously" stolen. Its not my style. Rather put, i ain't good enough to think up something like that. Its been clearly and shamelessly plagiarized from another blog that i had been reading earlier today. Also, don't expect me to name the blog. If i did, it wouldn't be plagiarism, rather it would end up being a bibliography.

The point i am making is - how do people end up writing so much daily and that too quality stuff. I surfed through 3-4 blog authors and read a few of their entries. Not exactly mind blowing but pretty good stuff. Especially the titles they think off - i mean that practically sets up half the tone and mood.

Okie i am back after leaving my blog midway and just browsing around again aimlessly. I mean what the hell am i even doing on the net right now. I should rather read up something and spend time better. Oh but then again - i am reading blogs - screwed up vicious circle it is.

I have a client meeting at 9pm. I think I'll skip that and get back to reading some Asimov and listening to dear Andrea. My managers should be "able" to handle the rut.

One more post down with just nothing going in as content. Damn it hammy - i blame you for it (now somebody has to get the stick - u being a junior are in the firing line)

Bloggers Paradox

05 Apr 2007

Hasn't everybody who blogs ever felt the frustration creep in when he/she gets in a mood to write something and decides like - here it comes - my best piece of blogging ever ... and suddenly the moment u punch the laptop keys - Whoom Crash Bang - all ideas disappeared !!!

You have nothing or nobody to write about, crib or discuss. It feels as if what a mundane day it has been. You did this and that, and yet you cannot say what you did. Nothing really significant to write up or share. Even if you did, you might end up not publishing it, simply because you wouldnt consider it a work of art ...

I think i am just writing right now simply for the heck of it - just because i came in to write and nowi feel challenged right now. None of this makes sense; a few incoherent repetitive ramblings just to relax and not get bored. I might as well read some better blogs and spend time productively.

Who knows i might come across a good topic to think about and might just plagiarize it myself. I mean who really cares. Its not as if I am using romantic couplets written by others and passing them as my own to some girl. Though come to think about it - the idea ain't half that bad. But on second thoughts - naaa - i probably could conjure up a few lines myself for my loved one if need be. They might end up being stupid or even dumb to an extent - but the pleasure of creating art in any form has always given me joy - i cant dance, sing or play - and yet .. and yet - i simply try.

Sure, i mean it gets obscene at times, the way i just try and go cacophonic - I don't intend to set a phobia of music into the people next to me - but kind of inevitably it just happens. I believe when people say so modestly "they don't sing well". I think we should all stick to bathroom singing. Thats the one time when the shower wont complain. But that's another story - somewhere sometime someplace ...

And hey - look what happened - i thought i would manage to write something good - i thought Oh God what should i write - i thought and couldn't think - i wrote and couldn't write - and yet i manage to fill in a few lines here - abstract abject arbit. Seems like i am getting good in things i can't do. Now that my friend is what i truly call a paradox :-)

Ulysses

Apr 04, 2007

The sheer joy of being able to leave my office at 9pm today has just made me more of a lunatic. Given the stress i have been under to continuously slog day in and night out, had taken a toll on my health - physically, mentally and emotionally ...

With suddenly all work materializing to a finish, and no backlogs or pile-ons apparating onto my plate, i simply was overwhelmed with emotions too good to be true or comprehended. I can understand how Sanjay Dutt would have felt in Zinda after he came out of that horrid cell - in his case it was fried wantons - in my case Paneer Tikka Pizza, Focaccia and Brownies.

Its been days since i got time for myself - let alone devoting time to others !!!
Thanks to a very close friends advice, i put my foot down to the inhuman torture (oh ok - it wasnt so bad as i am making it sound, but nonetheless - leaving at 7 am in the morning almost twice a week and coming back by 11 isnt something anyone would want)

I dont know till how long a time my manager would be able to digest my happiness - but that is not something i am worried about presently. As of now, its heaven, bliss and ulysses - all rolled into one ...

Ringa Ringa Roses ...

25 Mar 2007

Surprising as the topic might sound, its a game i played after a very long time at a friends bday party, that too, standing right in the middle of a hip and happening place with chicks gawking at our antics.

Even stranger was the fact that, well, the birthday bash wasn't thrown for kids tho.

A former workplace colleague, an ex-manager, and a good friend (they are the same people - lol) was throwing a party at khan market.
Standing near a small outlet famous for its "Spicy meat-a-balls" as Jim Carey would put it, there were 6 adults and one 4 year old overly enthusiastic kiddo girl, who in her innocence was in a total mood to embarrass us by playing ringa ringa roses. Well we all tried to comply - by standing in a circle, holding hands, and going round round, with one of us singing the nursery rhyme every time. Well, 3 of us got sucked into it before food arrived and saved the rest.

It was an interesting site that - hilarious, real odd - and yet reminiscent of the good old days when kids were kids and nothing else.
The energy and exuberance of that little kid made me feel so lethargic from the inside (even tho it was more of an adrenaline rush considering the amount of chocolate milkshakes and ice cream and mud pies we made her eat - the sugar hyperactivity got to her). In this daily military rigor of ours, we simply have lost track of the fun and laughter and excitement associated with life.

I need a break ...

The Great Gurgaon Deluge

Aug 5, 2005 (10:48 pm)

If u thought bombay looked horrid in the pics - with the floods and jams and all - come to gurgaon - and u'll know

yesterday, i left office at 7:30 pm frm gurgaon (close to malls) - was on bike with another friend. we encountered the "routine" jam at iffco chowk.

only diffrnce was - this time we were wading through a river.
the road was utterly jam packed - and being on a bike - we managed to zig zag along the narrowest path on the outskirts of the road, barely brushing past the walls and other vehicles.

we almost skidded in the mud and were close to going down in a "watery grave" (read ganda naala, the embankment being broken)

after 40 minutes of trying to cross atleast the 1st DLF tower, we gave up - took a detour, towards maruti, hoping to find the old gurgaon road less congested.

on the contrary, we nvr saw a more stuck up case of jam. ppl were coming in frm evrywhere, trying to go nowhere and god knows wht.

amidst the chaos, one truck waale bhaiya, assuming the road to be his paapas, went off for a stroll - leaving his vehicle in the middle of the road. the haryanavi police jats (u get the picture) got mad - rapped the bonnet a few times - and whn got no response - broke the trucks windshield and headlights.

well, we thought off better to stay there and face the "lath" charge. so we moved on to the jaipur going road - taking the roads inside gurgaon. i visited IBM, MDI, Signature towers (in shrt a gurgaon darshan) - and then retraced our steps back to our office.

so then aftr 1 1/2 hr of travelling on bike - we had managed only 4-5 km of forthgoing distance. we came back to our office at 9pm , to find that - thank god - some poor souls were stil working their ass of on the projects.

the 2 of us "travellers" sat for a while - dried off - studied a bit - and were about to go off for dinner to the nearby mall (sahara or DT or PVR) - however, we were joined in by those other guys as well - so we ended up going to Yo China at pvr mall - having awsome dimsums - and footing the bill to our clients project.

fokat mein acchha khana mil gaya !!!

came back to office at 11 pm - called a cab and went back home - only to find the flooded river and jam stil abhorently existing.

this time my cabbie took the wrong lane and blaring his horn ran past the opposing traffic. thanks to his "intelligent" thinking - i made it to my home sweet home at 12:15 am - only to come back at 9:30 am to office

well - whn ppl asked me today - aaj itni jaldi - kab aaya tu - my reply was - gaya hi kab tha !!!