DramaPrasad

First phone post

2009-10-03T00:11:00.000-07:00

Here is a thought - monogomous bisexuals.

I just realized

2009-09-20T08:29:00.000-07:00

Kids need to ask permission to pee in school
Ya that's pretty much it..

Am booked

2009-01-25T10:42:00.000-08:00

I have been away from this blog for a good seven months. in the time, I have moved continents, got two jobs, taken one and i suppose you could say on the whole grown older. What is weirder is now i have at my disposal all those things i need to do what it is i have always wanted to do and that is, to write. So as promised my book which i asked for on the blog is going to get back on the assenmbly line of my mind and hopefully i will have something for you guys in a bit. In the mean while i also have plans for the mojorama blog that i had written with my friend adil (available through the link on the right). It looks like it willl go through some major edits in the process but i am hoping it sticks to the larger story line and doesn't become an entirely different one.

I apologise to my regulars for such an entry I haven't been thinking many crazy thoughts lately. I promise whe they come by, which they surely will. I will post them duely.

Back with a pain

2008-06-25T23:08:00.000-07:00

So i haven't blogged for so long, that my blogging calluses are gone and the tips of my fingers revolt against me with each word.
Bravo Drama you say. What wordsmithery! That too four months after the half hearted attempt at oral health jokes? To which of course i say..Thank you, you are much too kind and please leave the flowers on the table.
Also i promise that i shall be back with the book i promised and also back to regular blogging once i have my base confirmed i am the middle of moving from one apartment to another and since they are in different cities and i still don't know which the city i am moving to is, i find my self in a rather interesting predicament.
Rest assured i shall get back to my annoying self and relate mundane happenings of my life with me as ever enthusiastic 'victim' of life and its cruel ways.

I shall of course leave you with some of my recent magic.Unfortunately accessible only to people who understand Hindi..

Q:Kele ko aise hi kyun kha sakte hain?

A:Kyunki use banana nahi padta.

Q:What happened to Hulk when he lost weight?

A:He became halka

Sad joke i just made up

2008-02-15T21:13:00.000-08:00

Why is it that in old Ramanand Sagar serials, the villain always laughs out loud and God only smiles?

The gods endorse lip balm while the villains toothpaste!

The gods must be crazy

2008-01-23T18:04:00.000-08:00

I finally saw this movie after a couple of decades(yes i last saw it when i was five i think). Got me thinking.
If there is only one god and he has a name. There must be millions of names we call him, and presuming at least one of us is right . the others are just people who are calling god names... imagine calling bob ramone and expecting him to turn around...
My roomie pointed out this is why he says the vishnu sahastra namam. one thousand names of Vishnu.Assuming of course .... that is his name...

For Neha... Yet Again Strangely because of Cousin Meera

2007-12-10T13:32:00.000-08:00

An old picture Neha Sharma and Me before the Great battle of Dhaula kuan 2003

One of my closest friends got married a couple of weeks back. It was a good battle and the groom fell with honor. Many bards promised to sing of his bravery for many year to come as my friend ( Neha Sharma who miraculously became Neha Verma after she gorged on his heart , soul and surname) finally left the marriage with a smile on her face, which could only be described as gluttonously content. While Deep (A person i don't know personally but admire for having married Neha) watched on as if his his life had just ended. He of course had this entire situation mixed up as, his life had ended the day he had met Neha.

Back in the day when Neha's mother fed, clothed and generally kept me and my room-mate chauhan alive we were regular visitors to her place. On one such occasion, the occasion of interest here, we decided to play a game of chess. Now it should be noted here and i explicitly state here, If you know something , and i mean really know something and you use it against someone who is just trying to impress a girl, man give the guy a break, don't be mean dude. You are probably wondering what i am talking about and the point will get clearer.
So we are sitting in the living room and the game starts incidentally her dad is reading the paper on the table. Fifteen minutes into the game and she has practically lost every piece except a horse and her king. I have a slight smirk and am trying very hard to make my skinny Southie torso look like I am Adonis. All this while on the fringes of my little victory lurking was her dad who looks at the board and slowly nodded his head and started playing for her.

There are wars then battles, skirmishes, duels and then there was what happened that evening. The guy, with one horse beat the living crap out of me in front of his daughter. It was surgical and clean. Though i hold no grudge against the guy now (Nakul and Shashank(my other friends) avenged me by replacing his helmet with a smaller sized one That poor gentleman has ridden many rides with a tight helmet because of our misdeed) but Dude! i mean you just don't do that. You don't Australia(verb) Bangladesh just cos Bangladesh came over and started winning against Australia B , do you?

Anyhow the moral of the story is this. If you have a chance of going into a chess game and loosing. Avoid it by playing a simpler game like ludo.

P.S No bard has agreed to sing anything involving me apparently it is against there law to sing about bespectacled skinny mallus. Hey, its a sub clause in the who not to sing for in the Bard Code and they take there subclauses seriously.

I stink therefore i am

2007-12-02T10:10:00.001-08:00

Am back from Washington where i had the good fortune of getting together finally with Adil, a friend of mine with whom I had written the mojorama blog. It was strange i guess cos Adil was three years my senior in college. I have effectively met him three times in college and yet our chemistry on a online theater group we both are a part of was immediate.
Meeting him was like meeting an old friend strangely enough. It was as far as i am concerned a long four days of discussing many intense ideas some memorable and most forgotten in a haze of several intoxicants.
One of which stuck to me rather strangely. He told me ,and i agree with him when he says this, that the notion prevalent largely in America, disregarding the coastal cities, is that men and women can never be friends. What was strange about this notion was he told me that the idea centered around the fact that it was impossible to negotiate the sexual tension that arises between two people of the opposite sexes. Coming from India where at least at the University level this seems like a preposterous notion i was quite surprised. Mainland America sadly enough is not like the soap opera/ sitcom setting we get to see on cable television. It is a conservative society with women as weirdly stereotyped as men. Kids come in to college with the sole idea of finding prospective partners and it is strange that this would be the same university setting with the highest incidences of STD's and such. But returning to the topic at hand can a guy and a girl ever be friends? So much so that he said you could be friends with a guy but not his say, wife or girlfriend.
So the question of interest here is where does it arise from? is it that men in general can't stay inside their pants or is it driven by the insecurity of the male in the relationship.
I haven't toyed with the idea of the woman's role in this cos quite honestly, i couldn't think of what it would be. But any ladies out there are feel free to let me know.

I got tagged into doing this by meera

2007-11-22T15:52:00.000-08:00

Five Things I’d Love To Do Before I Die
(In no particular order)
1) Write a book
2) Play in a fusion band
3) Act in full length play
4) play bass
5) Truely understand music

Five Things I Will Not Do Even If It Kills Me
1) Work hard
2) Listen to people
3) Wear pink
4) Wear pink twice
5) Buy Pink clothes for myself

Five Things I Do When I’m Away From The Public
1) Pretend im being interviewed
2) Sing the entire part of a song drums guitars vocals all in one go.
3) feel like i am away from public
4) read
5) do no more than five things

Five Fave Sentences/Quotes

1]are we delhi-ites or delights?-anuj bawa
2]dude meri fuck chud gayi- kapil madan
3]hello i am hot rich and dumb and i want to be with you though you are ugly and strange and this makes you feel good about yourself- Imaginary lady conviniently concocted right now.
4]Yo brother yo- rajeev pandalai/rajesh pandalai /Santhosh ramaprasad/ Dramaprasad
5]Dai!- Vikram Sekar

Five Things I’ll Make You Wish You Didnt Do, If You Did

Tell me to say five things

Five People To Tag
I don't know if five people read this blog

Quick question

2007-10-19T07:58:00.000-07:00

Ok so here is the deal. i was wondering if i wrote a book how many of you who read this blog would read it. I promise to edit it type set it and on the whole make it free for download. I figured i write about gods andwhat not always why not make thi stream of thought into a novel what say?

Renegotiation proof Equilibrium and God

2007-10-14T20:20:00.001-07:00

This long drawn out silence i have maintained can be attributed to the fact that i was away, down& out and in the dumps and on cloud nine at the same time since i last blogged. You might imagine that that is a lot of places to be and many statuses to enjoy and my honest answer to that is well... yes it is.

The current return i can wholly attribute to my girlfriend who got me thinking about renegotiation proof equilibrium and god. See if renegotiation is costless they colluding firms would meet again and again to renegotiate an agreement and therefore they would always have incentive to cheat because it wouldn't be in the suffering firm's interest to punish the other at it's own cost. I believe the same applies for praying.
If you pray and "god" doesn't grant your wishes you will always go back to god to ask for more the next day. And regardless of how many times he 'cheats' on you it is in your interest to go back and ask for whatever it is you want this time around.
She thinks it seems fair enough since anyway one's relation with god according to her can usually be boiled down to one of "you watch my back /give me things i ask for". things sort of balance out for god by permitting him cheating.

btw my girlfriend hates economics.

Aiyyo Jyokea!!

2007-07-22T14:30:00.000-07:00

What do you do when you need to get through a door, its locked, you don't have the key and the only one around is me?

Ram a prasad

Intense keratin related questions in my mind

2007-07-21T17:36:00.000-07:00

1] can you get dandruff in your mustache ?
2] if you did would you use a shampoo?
3]what kind of shampoo? normal or dandruff shampoo?
4]why don't you shave?
5]Wouldn't i be a bitch if it would be there regardless?

Bored out of your wits?

2007-07-21T13:16:00.000-07:00

i would imagine that god must be one bored guy/gal/god....??? But before you get excited bout god's gender or godliness, let me tell you this post is about th fact that he is all pervasive, all knowledgeable... and clearly bored. God can't be excited about anything right? i mean he/she knows what is going to happen from the beginning of time to its end. so whats the point? plus he/she knows that even if he/she changes anything he/she will still know what is going to change at all dimensions. i am assuming if god has a friend with whom he watches the world he must feel like a person watching a film for the second time.. either that or he must feel like Marvin the paranoid android.

Two Observations

2007-06-26T22:05:00.000-07:00

1] How do you explain Chikki to someone who hasn’t heard of the concept? Do you just call it a groundnut sweet bar or granola bar? Some how I am thinking it isn’t the same thing.

2] There is something called ‘Beggar thy Neighbor Policy’ where a country exports its unemployment. I wonder how different it would be from that if I tried getting married to a hot woman who had a lot of money and just needed someone to take care of the kid and the ‘home’. Would that qualify as exporting my unemployment??

Joke i just made up

2007-06-04T09:26:00.000-07:00

1]What would you call Sufi music if it was silly or ridiculous?

Ans] Goofy Music

The number twenty five (rantings of a senile fart)

2007-05-10T23:03:00.000-07:00

Many apologies to the three people who read this blog.. i have been bogged down with much work, what with my finals and all that. oh by the by i just turned twenty five.. i know it is interesting to know that while at this age my closest friends would have worked for two years, i on the other hand with the way i am going don't intended to do much work till i am at least 26, at the earliest that is....

people often ask me if my male pride is not hurt? at which point i try to look for it and realize i misplaced it somewhere as usual, curse my self for drinking too much the previous night and sing fee fi fo fum to the tune of the latest Beyonce number..

Ironically this is the twenty fifth entry on my blog

Moral of the story: Twenty five year olds lie. You can't loose male pride due to alcohol. It is a myth . studies conducted at the University of South Chegalpettai District prove no positve correlation between the two.

Why I love Orkut..........

2007-04-06T16:04:00.000-07:00

1] It has an about me section where you can write what a great guy you are.
2]It has a testimonial section where other people can say what a great guy you are.
3]it has a fans section about how many people think what a great guy you are.
4]it has a photos section which you can use o show what a great looking guy you are. if not you could always play the i like my privacy card and either put a picture of a flower or one which was taken on a camera phone when they first came out.
5]Its strangely addictive even though it serves the same purpose as a mail id and has the same number of steps to get in touch with a person. Only difference being on Orkut every conversation is public which can then show every person on Orkut what a great guy you are!

A day At the mall

2007-03-13T15:29:00.000-07:00

It is Spring break and while the rest of my university(read young undergrads fly away to coastal retreats, to indulge in many a drunken abandon). i decided or more importantly, my wallet decided with an iron fist, that we (my wallet and i) would not go any where.
Therefore like every loser in town who has nothing to do My friend Shriram and i (no i don't call my wallet that) went to the local mall.We were fortunate enough to come across the following objects sold at our mall.Mind you I live in a small town in Texas.
1) Mooda(yes the same old faithful stool that we have spent many a winter oiling our heads in the sun on )
2) Native American Arts and Crafts (Made in China)
3) Hemchampa Agarbatti

Hmm.. Interesting..... What are you gonna throw at me next god?? That Jesus was just a Sardar drying his hair???

people are crazy and times are strange.....

2007-02-16T01:22:00.000-08:00

ok these are the kind of comments people have left in the past on this blog. And i thought i was erratic and strange!!!!

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why rhinoplasty???tell me why???????????????????????????

Strange things i have actually done!!

2007-02-06T19:51:00.000-08:00

1] Acted in a television serial. ( i played the role of the lead actors brother's friend. As i would like to believe, vital to the central plot of this drama. which i last heard, became a murder mystery)

2]Auditioned for voice overs for discovery channels Hindi dubbing, about Hawaiian canoes.

3]Sat through Super hit Mukabala, the day they promised Micheal Jackson would come on it and instead VJ Nonie came on .

4] Got drunk with friends on a railway overbridge.

5] poked a cow's butt for a bet

6] learned tables upto 40

7] learned squares upto 40

8] Sat through a prayer with Mormon nuns while they asked me what religion i was and then ask me how Jesus fit into Hinduism????

9] Got drunk with my closest buddy and pissed in his neighbor's flowers and the decided to unite India and Pakistan.

Yeeehaw!!!

2007-01-19T05:32:00.000-08:00

Hello all you jobless people who read this blog. i am back(no that is not my name). Recently returned from Home land and back n American dreamland for gruelling semester i feel compelled to write briefly about my trip back and A certain Saras Chechi Who happens to be a little mischievous aunt of mine who walks around with a pin to deflate your ego and an evil smile( entirely for herself). also till i figure out a way to put a link on my blog here it is. Those of you who have taste in good writing..

www.sarasmeandersat.blogspot.com

My Brother and i went to a barber shop to get him a haircut and i have told you in earlier posts how i am a Chakka magnet. i have nothing against them (also mentioned earlier).
this is almost the end of my trip home an i am wondering how not one has found me as yet. And lo and behold(i have always wanted o say that... its funny how such phrases don't enter every day conversations) there they were at the door of the shop.
One of them instantly asked me for money and i told him i had none, when out of nowhere this other guy says 'Usse chhod do woh student hai'(all you filthy minded bums he meant leave him alone...).
'Woh student hai'??? i mean what is it with my face and student hai.

Is there a minimum facial hair requirement to be looked at as non student.

As the extortionist of the group went to the owner for money my so called Saviour came to me and introduced himself as Badramma and shook hands with me. Rather polite chap.

Moral of the story: There is no moral this was merely a Luke warm anecdote

PP&SLSII

2006-11-14T09:01:00.000-08:00

I also just figured by saying you will be famous after you are dead means you can always ride the boat of humility.

Drama: See all i am saying is i'll be famous after i am dead.
Innocent by stander forced into a conversation with me by the power of the fact that i write this blog: Don't be so Cocky Yaar! (yes we are friends)
D:yeah but realise the irony i will never be able to enjoy it.
IBS: True True..

And by brute injustice of posthumous fame the person doesn't blame you for being a concieted brat!!

Posthumous Pleasure and Shit luck Soup

2006-11-13T20:52:00.000-08:00

Haven't you wondered, It would be such a bitch if you became famous after you died. i mean the bastards just did't get it, and the day you kicked the bucket you became a sort of demigod.
Talk about bad timing.I am sure Mozart dosn't give a rats ass about how many CD's of his people make love to( it is true i have seen a Mozart for lovermaking CD).

I have a feeling i will be one of the bove mentioned.

revenge of the red tape and mediocre service

2006-10-25T21:22:00.000-07:00

ok so ever wondered what happens behind the scenes when in ramayan or mahabharath one of those fellows in war raised an arro to his forehead and sadi a little prayer and it magically transformed into a super duper multiple arrow or flaming arrow or golden arrow which could oh so kick the flaming silver arrow. Ok if you were born anytime in the nineties and haven't seen maha bharath or ramayan on dd.... sue your parents now for a deprieved childhood . Anyway i was wondering imagine a god who was granting all these weapons of mass destruction and his office. people constantly filing requests for silver and golden and arrows that multiply like they were chinese people or hould i say indian. and the mess ups .

Hypothetical setting in Ramayan:

Call CentreExecutive:Hello thank you for calling shiv ji fire crackers this is Molly speaking how may i help you.
Ravan: Dekhiye madam meine shiv ji se golden arrow pucha tha and you gave me silver one.
Pichle paanch baar se mein prarthna kar chuka hoon lekin raam yahan meri vat baje ke rakh raha hai. aur pichle baar to engaged tone aa gaya hai matlab hadd ho gayi!!
CCE: could you please hold the line.
R: ....
CCE: actually we have checked our lines this could be a problem with your local towers this tends to happen due to conjestion we are having a lot of traffic nowadays .
R: pehli baat to yeh ki "drop the fucking accent, i know your name is malleshwari"
aur doosri bat ki pichli baar bhi apne yehi kaha tha( and he puts his phone down to go back into batle and loose the war and sita {who he has abducted} to a guy called Ram- bo.)

Moral of the story:
There is no justice in this world but lots of bureaucracy..... loads buhahahaha.

Mujhse dosti karoge..

2006-10-23T09:21:00.000-07:00

So i recenty checked out the night life of the town i live in. We a bunch of brave desi boys(mostly imaciated) and girls made our way to the local night spot. After a few expensive rounds of beer(a whole crate of which is available in the gas station two shops away for the same price) we all start dancing all the while my desi sensibilities aware of the six and half foot gorrila like creatures dancing around me(read big white texans) . Little have i realised but the table i am leaning on (i am old as far as dancing through the night is concerned i have realised i can only last for so long.... twenty four is such a revalation.. my sweet aiyyappa) has two women who are scantily dressed and have their ahem.. do excuse my language, private parts rather close to my face. all through this while i am stangely reminded of my days in delhi where i used to shit bricks getting into a blue line and start screaming 'excuse me' even before i got into the bus so that the aunty who if you brushed up against even by mistake, would start screamng at you, wouldn't do what she does best, scream. So being the Sambar eating southie that i am i politely excused my self and left the table with beer for the ladies to dance on.

Moral of the story: Sambar eating sensibilities and hot scntly dressed women dancing on your table are are a great combination if you havn't been scarred for life on a Blue line bus.

Sniffle Sniffle Sob Sob...

Movie Bonanza!!!

2006-08-31T20:33:00.000-07:00

All hail SNAKES ON A PLANE!!!!!
and you thought jaani dushman would stay worst film of the century forever!!!! guess sam jackson has given armaan kohli run for his money ...

The bonanza bit i just always wanted to use that word thats all..

How i wish things lke this happened.....

2006-08-29T20:35:00.001-07:00

ok i am now officially screwed i am sittin here in a library in my univ, and for the love of anything god , cheap booze or my mother's amazing cinnamon cake, i can't seem to understand why i am doing a PhD? See i am a simple man who wanted to be called a Dr. Ramaprasad. But little did i realise you get ass rodded for the same. I figured i would be hangin around when suddenly a pretty lady would faint due to 'economic' reasons and i would give her CPR. My friend who plans on getting a doctorate in sociology and i have decided to start an enterprise of our own which would then broadly cover the realm of socio-economic problems.
though currently my only hope is the doctor who is responsible for CPR due to ass rodding is a pretty lady otherwise i am ....hmmm....

self depreciating humour part 2

2006-07-21T02:32:00.000-07:00

i suffered last morning from actute abdominal pain and was rushed to the hospital where i was given a injection of something (which i wanted to be adrenelin though i think was not). anyway my mum said it could be appendicitis.

Symptoms of a normal patient suffering from appendicitis:

· Generalized abdominal cramps.
· Nausea or vomiting.
· Elevated temperature.
· Increased pulse rate.
· Loss of appetite.
· Constipation.
· Abdominal swelling.

ok i had abdominal pain so thats cool. no nausea. normal temperature. BP 120/80. Had eaten perfectly the night before. crapped nicely. and well if you have ever seen me the only swelling on my body was my ego which too fizzled out when the doc told my dad that it was a case of GAS. apparently it was building up for too long.. inside me and needed a vent.

Self depriciating humour 1

2006-07-17T07:45:00.000-07:00

i have once recieved as prize a packet of biscuits and a pearl necklace for being the best male model in a school fashion show competition... i know! and the part that is funny is not best male model, its the biscuits and pearl necklace.....

Mechanix of a teenage/young adult blog

2006-07-14T23:54:00.000-07:00

Five Easy steps to start a blog.

1]find a recent experience of yours .....

2]confess how you thought it was earth shatttering in terms of how it changed you , how you realized something profound...(refer one entry bout annonymity and rang de basanti somewhere below)

3] pick up a mundane object like a used tissue or cd case and compare life to it(for ex: life is like a cd case if you trace the edges you come back to the same place....you get the drift right)

4]employ tried and tested sentences like ," a friend recently went to ..." or " Just the other day i over heard...."

5] end the entry with profound thought like if only we look inside ourselves we would be really flexible.. ok that was my own take. but try something like if only we could see that other people's happiness is our happiness too..

And there you have it you have just created the essential teenage/young adult angst blog ... all hail the ultimate recipie for pain..

And remember if Dramaprasad can gas so can you

you probably think i hate my life part 2

2006-07-01T11:59:00.000-07:00

You come home for summer.. you even have a plan this time . 'He is going to do his Phd in The US , says amma in a voice audible two tables away (this stunt should be tried only by trained mothers in untrained hands this could cause severe embarrassment).
You hope that this Pre phd summer is what you have been lookng forward to. All those jokers who knew where they were headed(i am off to iit/iim as case may be) now i had some thign to say hahaha(only they had all left and the others i really had nothing against them )
Anyway you think your life is going to be so exciting this summer...

Have no misconceptions...

the things i have being doing over this summer:

1] call the carpenter cos the last time it rained the doors all swelled up and now we need to get them to fit in so we can close the door without running into them and trying to latch them at the same time(which results in one side of your body being blue)

2]Watch Septic tank cleaner well .. let your imagination work that out..

3]Go to neighbours house to pick up a cylinder of gas because she has a five year old (the fat shit is bigger than me) which she had borrowed from us in the first place..

4]drive amma to vegetable shop . realise i don't know the difference betwen the 2345 different kind of beans there are. drive amma back home.

what then is the well the moral of this story?

is it he who laughs last is clearly the guy who got the joke late or
look before you leap or you could land on the pile of poo poo you were trying to avoid in the first place...
well i am afraid the answer is neither..

the moral of the story is..

you can be a Rocket scientist for all you know but at home if you are the youngest then well you better know your beans!

you probably think i don't like being myself

2006-06-11T10:11:00.000-07:00

if you were wondering why the absence? you can attribute it to 32 hours of the last 48 that i spent in good old Indian railways..
i was to go for an innocuous visit to Madras nka (now known as) chennai. to pick up my certificates of course completion for my MA. got into a train at three thity in the afternoon for which since amma (mum) is such a fuss sent me to the station one hour early and with a confirmed ticket there isn't much to do an hour earlier as you can imagine. ok so the train is moving and i realise that there are exactly two people in the compartment (indicating subtlely to the fact that no one except idiots like me and the other guy travel at that time of the day). moving on here is the good part. i have to make confession i am a hijda magnet . i know, its true. if there is one of them in the train and i am somewhere on it he/she will find me. mind you i don't have an issue with them and well kinda like their funny routines. but nothing could have prepared me for what was in store. the hijda after having ellicited money from my fellow passengers came to me and said ' ten bucks' in clear english with a firang accent .
i laughed so hard i almost fell of the chair . so much so that i gave him 'ten bucks'.
ok reach madras for the work i am supposed to do but can't seem to get it done.
was to meet my friend pixie(no thats not her real name!! only the name under which she has no gambling debts) but since my lovely college made me wait till four for something i was supposed to get in five minutes my entire day goes for a toss = Pixie is not happy( about me.. not the gambling debts mind you).
ok now to another issue i have a train to catch from a train station that is twelve stations away .....in one hour<=> estimated time of arrival 5'0'clock. estimated time of dparture of train
5'0'clock. in a manic run which attempted to imitate tomcruise(which looked more like kesto mukherjee) i board the train(half screaming out to the guy whether it is the right train) also quitely thanking indian railways for not installing automatic doors. he smiles lets me in. i look around something is wrong.. i realise i have entered the general compartment. i want to scream at some one i look for inspiration hope kali or chandi will grace me with their fiery precence. in walks buddha into my mind wearing his shades. ray-ban ki chooth i say!! he looks around and says nice!! i ask him doesn't any thing piss you off ? he just smiles and puts on the a'c of my mind i figure just wait till the next station. the guy at the door tells me this is an express train its next stop is at arakkonnam two ours away . i love my life.
two hour later with half my spirit broken and the other half spent on staying sane i walk into my compartment to hear from my TT a speech on why young people shouldn't be late..
and it gets bette r i finally go to sleep and get up in the morning to realise my train broke down at night when i was fast asleep and is five hours late.
I LOVE MY LIFE!!!

when you want to shoot yourself but think of all the mess you would make...

2006-06-06T12:00:00.000-07:00

i arrived in delhi after a break of seven odd years to go to college. As i am unpacking my stuff in my room in walk Mr. Anuj bawa from lucknow who asks me promptly ' yaar now that we are in Delhi what are we delhites? or delights?'
i looked at bawa, at his heart felt question and replied 'you definately are a delight'.

What if god was senile?

2006-05-29T11:24:00.000-07:00

Ram frowned upon sita as if to say - i am sorry but your agni pareeksha doesn't qualify as a sign of chastity. he raised his eyebrow and was about to say something when he realised he had forgotten . old age was such a bitch it spared no one. he had had particular trouble trying to remeber where he left his glasses after his morning game of sudoku. That wasn't half as troublig though to the general junta. After fighting for a good Fourteen years from his family and being kicked out the cut by tommy hilfiger in the first couple of rounds he wasn't really feeling at his brainiest best. he suddenly remembered he was supposed to make india win the third match in the windies but reacted a second later, yuvraj cursed as he looked at his stumps dislodged.
but all wasn't lost in this age of technology he just looked at his mobile and retrieved his speech for sita. He took a deep breath and said...."i am sorry but your agni pareeksha doesn't qualify as a sign of chastity".

PS:thanks for the inspiration sharmaji!!

When i die

2006-05-20T01:42:00.000-07:00

Hypothetical conversation if i die and go to heaven.

my eyes open
me: i am fucked!!

pretending to recover from head injury that was the cause of my death.

Me: Mein Khan hoon?
St peter aka yamdoot etc etc....: TUM pearly gates pe ho vats
m: par mera naam vats nahi hai
SP: yeh mazaak karne ka waqt nahi hai. acha tumne zindagi mein kya kuch kiya
M: bahut kuch sir. meine logon ko help kiya kabhi apni biwi ko dhoka nahi diya i was a good boy Sp
SP:lekin beta tumne bhagwan ko kabhi kyun nahi maana
M: time hi nahi mila uncle
sp: sorry par aap bhagvan mein invest nahi karoge to kaise chalega?
M: chaliye ab pata chal gaya thank you...
and since god is just waiting to forgive you even at the last minute cheeky me will walk alongside him in the kingdom of heaven...

2006-05-04T11:17:00.000-07:00

I recently went through an interesting experience.i think i came to question one of my fundamental beliefs and well this also resulted in me thinking of interconnected issues which i find hard to express with clarity. So running the risk of the before mentioned, here it is.
For the Sake of brievity i think what i am writing about is trust and information also in a sense what anonymity means to us. i was watching this program the other day (scrubs) , where this doctor asks his collegue why people lie? And to say the truth i really couldn't see a good reason why, at least in the context of medicine. I mean after all doesn't honestly with one's medical examiner give you the best possible chance at good medical service? but i can remember countless times i have lied to a doctor misquoting my symptoms, sometimes to avoid medication and other times to just not be looked at as a sick person. Ok so maybe sometimes to live up to some macho image that my friends would say i am delusional about[;-)].But seriously this irony was well interestingly stark.
Then i came upon another interesting issue that of annonymity,which branched from the earlier. i Have been giving some serious thought to the fact that the internet is a democratic and well if not perfectly so a free space. Speaking to a friend led m e to believe that i must moderate my comments for he believed (and convinced me too) that i would be doing it for my own good. i of course have decided to not do so.(which by no means is proclaiming my total love for human thought and expression and how i am the last standng samaritan who permits people to say stuff they want). Interestingly this throws open another thought which i find quiet perplexing. When the internet is the most democratic and free space that can be thought of at the moment. why are people most afraid to be them selves there? or is it that, the lives they lead are but the mask that is shed?
I speak of the numerous times i have seen myself type erase and retype on messenger the times i have deleted stuff.
well the Point i am trying to make is this . the question is not if i am a person who was ever in a band or watched a film or had a friend called deepak.
The larger question is, isn't it ironic? that when we(or at least i did) dream of a place where just being ourselves is possible it was never a corollary that we would still not be able to get over lying from ourselves....
Random thoughts i admit but well thats what you get when you put a monkey in front of a typewriter and he outsourses the work to me!!

2006-05-01T23:46:00.000-07:00

I just finished with playing for my band boo hoo. and all i can think of is my friend's band played its first concert in baltimore on friday.... why???? ok i am happy for him but i wanna play..i hate this episode of my life some times i wish we could jump chapters and replay it like i do when watching films on power DVD? should it be an option hmmm...? i dunno..
Btw for those who saw it took the picture off cos i thought it was cheesy.

2006-04-30T07:44:00.000-07:00

I saw rang de basanti the other day again and frankly i thought to my self "where the hell is that fort"?? . After that brief but totally apolitical question i came across the politics of the film that hit me slowly one by one. I loved the anger the wanting to kill someone cos you think that is the way to do things but hold on is it the right thing to do?? then you have siddharth surya narayanan's charecter go" no we know it was wrong". then why the fuck kill my man??
i have also asked my self several times over if i am qualified to actually make a statement on the film. i had a friend who had grown a beard in 2002 december in delhi when the parlimanet was attacked and remember how the cops picked him up and i had to go testify that he was just a student who had fallen victim to fashion rather that a terrorist. the anger one feels against a system where 'collateral damages' such as my friend deepak or for that matter the charecter madhavan plays are well hard to describe and can have dangerous repurcussions. but then comes the major fuck up that i find the paralel of the revolutionaries. now here the guy seriously got it wrong while the revolutionaries did it for the country these guys made it personal and that i couldnt forgive. But that is the truth o it all every thing is personal at the end of the daymaybe why i don't like the film is because its all fucked up but i have to admit "it could happen... " on that very note one last thought
Where is that fort??

Musings of a lazy writer

2006-04-30T07:11:00.000-07:00

I have recently discovered that most women i have dated tend to hate the fact that i don't punctuate. I also have discovered this is a problem faced entirely by the 'unfairer' sex. What is it with women and punctuation? Saala The last two have been patrticularly trying. Another one is messaging. what is it with women in chennai and messaging, how can you message 400 messages in one day?????? how?? it defeats the very core of me. Ps i actually revisited this entire blog and punctuated.