We, Sachin and India are World Champions..Hurray!!!!!!!!!!

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It is a very tense moment. Right now, I am surviving a massive heart attack. We are behind Sri Lanka. They scored 274 runs and time is running fast as we are at 224 runs. Doubts is creeping in. Gambhir, Dhoni hit sixers and here we are at 242 runs. Five overs remaining and why did Sachin lost his wicket. We are now at 256 and now at 265 and now 271 and here we are. Woohoo!India has just won the World Cup with 277 runs.
Incredible India! We have just won the World Cup. What a night!I've never been so tensed in ma life and I wrap the Indian flag around my shoulder. I'm too much excited, shell shocked. Finally, justice is done to the man who has given 21 years to Cricket in India and he won the first World Cup.The master blaster waited for 21 years and rightfully so. What a wait! We created history as we became the first host country who won the World Court. This is a proud moment for every Indian not just in the country but throughout the year.
The terrific comeback and with such style. It's been truly a glorious moment in India. My heart went out to Sachin who just after 18 overs lost his wicket and had to leave the field. It pinched me and lost hope. My cousin called from UK and I admitted defeat. But, the youngsters of the likes of MS Dhoni, Zaheer Khan, Yuvraj Singh and Gautam Ghambir showed extraordinary mentality and took India to victory. After losing Sehwag and Sachin you play with a psychological handicap but they overturned defeat into victory. V with a bang. A proud moment. The boyzzz made us proud today. I am proud to be an Indian and my team made me proud.
It taught us a lesson. Never lose hope in life and fight till the end. India played like true champions and it would have been a robbery had we lost it at Wankhede stadium.I am still soo soo excited and after 28 years we won our Second World Cup. Drama at its best. We created history today and we deserve to celebrate on the streets all over India.
I bow to team India who deserves each and every moment of this World Cup. On our way to victory, the boyzzz made us proud and this Saturday, April 2 will remain etched in our minds. A beautiful moment in life. India won today.The people of India won!

India ne Diya Ghumake

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What a match?Heart pounding, anxious moments there were as India took on Pakistan in this nerve wrecking semi final @Mohali. India got a good start as Virender Sehwag lifted the pressure off the team a lil bit. Then, Pakistan took over and gave us a tough time. We lost our wickets in the form of Sehwag, Yuvraj Singh and our own master blaster, Sachin. At that moment, the euphoria died a bit, I must admit and started to lose hope. We managed 260 runs at the end of the first innings.
I had to leave the match at the start of the second half and went to the bank. As I came back home, I  rushed back home to be in front of my computer to watch on line. I am not in India right now and had to content myself with some net link..Slowly, Pakistan crumbled and their wickets fell. I was praying and slowly the wonderful Indian team, whether Yuvraj, master blaster Sachin and Bhaji-Harbhajan Singh contributed to the down fall of Pakistani wickets, I couldn't hold myself and became so so excited.
Best moments came from Yuvi who in the flick of four overs brought down two wickets from Pakistan and Sachin marvellous catch and Bhaji's antics. We waited for the ouster of Afridi and we prayed god to fetch his wicket prayer answered. I've put it as my status update on FB and a college pal replied..done.It was such an emotional moment. Pakistan's eight wickets were done and I couldn't wait for the magical moment to come and we were in the final of the World Cup for the third time. It's such a moment in life when you truly miss the fire crackers, the roaring celebrations on the streets. 
India finally did it and with style. It's a proud moment in the life of every India and it makes it even more beautiful coz its Pakistan and we outclassed them. Cheers to Zaheer Khan, Nehra, Dhoni, Yuvraj, Harbhajan and our legend Sachin Tendulkar. It was superb, emotional..Yea, what a match.Diya Ghumake:)
Proud to be an Indian
Our boyzzz made it:)

DE GHUMA Ke - OFFICIAL SONG OF ICC WORLD CUP 2011

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Not Just a One night stand

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He opened his eyes and looked at his watch. It was just 3.45 a.m in the morning as he went in the kitchen, made a coffee and took a fag from his cigarette case. He opened the window from his Bandra appartment and looked at the view down. The few taxi wallahs, the Mumbai cops on Bandstand and few boys and girls chased away.
Ranveer always have coffee and cigarette after sex. As she looked at her, she was fast asleep and the gorgeous smile on her face gave him the impression that she would wake up at any moment. Flashback:
Hi I am Jahnvi, what u up to? Sorry!I mean can I have a cigarette.
Cool!not an issue..waiting for some friends.
Nopes,just came for a round here..I'm shit bored here . Just moved from Delhi and here I am to pursue Mass comm at Xavier's.
Well, I am a writer and work in a bank just to sustain myself in Mumbai.
Cool!
I stay here only. only 2 km from the sea..Paani puri..yea!why not?
Any girlfriend?
Nopes, single.
I just broke up with mine as I had to shift to Mumbai.
Let's go and have a hot Capuccino at barrista.
Ranveer couldn't understand why he didn't told her that he just broke up with his girl friend 30 minutes ago in the same place they are having coffee.
Yeah,man. I need to get laid.I need a man.
My house is just 2 km away.
Let's spill the coffee. I love the no-strings attached relationship with a handsome hunk.
Please don't tell me I am your FB.
Nice line to befriend me on Facebook.
Babe, I'm referring to Fuck buddy.
It's been two weeks. They met through sheer chance and Jahnvi proposed sex and Ranveer went along. Since then, she 'z been forever in his flat and holding hands as they walk down the aisle at Bandra Bandstand. She took her towards the rocks and he kissed her. She said I love and both couldn't understand why.
As he took a puff of Wills cigarette, he ponders on whether it's love. It's not just sex but they have a connect. Let it go till it goes and till then, they are enjoying each and every moment of togetherness. 

Worries behold

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Happy Holi. A belated one and Happy b'day to whoever in this part of the world who are celebrating b'day. Folks are truly special!Not a bad way at all to start!!What say?
In some ways or another, we all special. Don't they say it, Every child is special.Truly blessed Prasoon Joshi and Amir Khan. We are special and restless beings. it do brings a certain sense of insecurity in life. We belong to the global world of natural worriers, meaning human beings. We worry of passing the exams, then landing in a good jod with lotsa moolah!Then, we worry in what part of the world we sshall be. A truly tensed moment in life. Where would I be in five years time and what I shall be doing?/Joining the corporate world and climb up the latter as CEO?Happily married with 2 kids or divorce..Fuck,bhenchod,mera kya hoga!!!Pertinent yet complex questions.
Frankly, I haven't been able to master the questions as to what and where I shall be?I believe it is the huge ego ego deep inside me that is causing such worries in life. Most of the time we end up worrying on something that's just not gonna happen. The more we try to push stuffs off, the more they will be integrated in our mind and affect us. The best thing to do is to let the mind be  a passive observer to things and everything that matters.Gurus call it the power of consciousness.
We all love to have a better life, a better job and surrounded by people who matters the most to us. It gives us a sense of comfort in life and very few of us like being pushed. Ironically,in adversity or failure,lies success and vice versa. I think most of us,including myself, really hates venturing out of the comfort zone and lying within the storms of life.It leads to nausea,one would argue. But,if we don't venture, we won't feel the nausea and just by hearing things are bad, it can't be possibly bad. Things to ponder ove. Food for thought!Cranberries to taste.
Let's all be special. My point is why worry for tomorrow and grow restless out of nothing. One can never know when life can get over with the earthquakes and shakes happening all over. Enjoy every second of life and enjoy the milk shake. Things will fall into place.
Good M'nin
 

10 things about Mumbai

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The most fascinating, enigmatic city on earth. The name is Mumbai, island city or as we describe it as surrounded by the Arabian sea.Hold on!Fascinating stuffs about the city and you know you are here when
1. One spots the black yellow cabs when you enter the city from any part of India, via the Panvel, Khargar route when our dear cabbies silently ferry passengers to their destination in the city that never sleeps. One could see the passengers reading the newspapers, smoking or peeping at the views of the city-this one for people who have just landed in the city for the first time or the admirers of Mumbai.

2. Local trains
As the local trains seep through the railway stations and the maddening crowd jostled inside the jampacked trains to Churchgate, Andheri and Vihar and when the street urchins loudly break into 50s, 60s songs in exchange for some paise.The sensation felt as the trains rattled past the station and at the speed two trains crosses each other's path is breath taking and the vroom vroom rush felt towards one's face as if the energy has been splashed all over the faces. It makes one a commuter and a Mumbaikar for life. Pride of belonging to maximum city.

3.Chowpatthy beach.
Be it Juhu chowpathy or plain chowpathy, adjacent Wilson college in the Tardeo vicinity, one is charmed at the livid city. Be it the guys selling coconuts, channa or Kulfi, you feel your city exudes a distinct charm which no other city possess.I may be biased here but it is what belonging to one city makes us. Sitting there and popping paani puri is one of ma favourite activity on the beach.

4. Chittrapathi Shivaji Terminus(CST)
During the Victorian and British rule VT and now CST, our central lines station stands out as the most historically rich station and is a must visit place to have a feel of Mumbai or Bombay as it was known during a certain era. The clock which is easily spotted standing at the chowk, amidst the crazy traffic and honks. That's Mumbai for you. 

5. Haji Ali
The dargah. Take a train from Churchgate, alight at Mumbai Centrl and take our red Best bus, which by the way, is a significant characteristic of the city and here you are at the dargah, surrounded by the sea. Treat yourself to an ice cream falooda. As one gets on the way to the dargah, this beautiful, romantic place is surrounded by numerous traders selling chadar, flowers which you shall offer, paying obeisance to Baba. As you stroll on the long way to Haji Ali, surrounded on both sides by sea water, you encounters unfortunate crippled mortals begging for Alms. the dargah itself is very crowded, receiving visitors of all faith. It is a very soulful and peaceful place and I was there quite often,sipping chai and eating samoosas in the Poor man's canteen. Yeah, right that's the name of the canteen.Enter the dargah, tie the tabeez on the cement poles and silently make a vow and offer the chadar and pray. legend has it that whatever one ask in the dargah is obtained as Baba silently transmit your wishes to the Great Almighty.

6. Siddhi Vinayak mandir
The Ganesh mandir is one of the most visited place of worship on Tuesdays and Saturdays. Straight from Dadar station and be there early Tuesday morning, you may well spot the entire Bachcahn clan, Amitabh,Abhishek, Aishwarya and Jaya as wella s Jeetendra, Tushar and Ekta Kapoor who are stout devotees. The mandir is no less than the airport and security is tight. First experience, spent a good 2 hours standing, queuing for the Ganesh Arti. Don't expect to leisure sit and pray.Give your offerings to the officiating priests and calmly step back and pray to Lord Ganesha coz there is a huge crowd and you just be shunted for not letting others pray. The Lord is highly demanded and we get few seconds of fame, standing face to face. Do not forget to whisper in the mice ears and your wishes shall be given a patient hearing. Ask it and you shall get it. Don't ever forget your promise to the Ganesha.

7.Marine Drive, Bandstand, Shivaji Park.
They are all my favourite places in Mumbai. My first days in Mumbai were spent on the alley at Marine Drive,  more precisely listening to Kalindi-purani jeans on Radio Mirchi. It makes for lovely evenings and remains my most memorable nights in Amchi Mumbai. In the morning, take a walk from one end,Vasant Vihar appartment, next to C-road, Churchgate or ITC hotel towards the end of Nariman point or towards Barrista. Sitting during the early morning,watching the sunrise and reading Times of India or Midday. Bandra bandstand is another favourite place of mine. Amitabh Bachchan's office, Salman Khan's galaxy appartment, Aishwarya's  flat and SRK's famous Mannat is just round the corner. Sit at Barrista or CCD reading a book, sipping a coffee staring at the seaface is a relaxing experience or you might just sit on the rocks as the wind gushes on your face. Yehi hai Zindagi yaar..Go to Shivaji Park,another beautiful and typical Maharashtrian place in Mumbai and there is the beach, the park and Barista. The most beautiful and sexy Barista outlet, frequented by a class crowd, college students. You are in for a treat.Shivaji Park is a must visit place once in your life.

8.Rajabhai Tower
The Fort area constructed during the British rule house the University of Mumbai at Fort and the famous, historical library and it  bears the name of Scott. The library bears all the marks of the British rule, right from the doors, stairs, wooden tables, chairs and even some fans. The most famous Rajabhai Tower is located on the peak of the library. From the stadium or from Eros Theatre, one can have a beautiful view of the famous Rajabhai Tower. Hordes of tourists visit the famous Rajabhai Tower.

9. Mohamed Ali Road
The famous and beautiful Muslim place is the Mohamed Ali Road where there are so many distinct and exquisite Muslim food. You are in for a treat during Eid after Muslims break their fast. The place is beautifully crowded and the place is charming, vibrant coupled with sellers displaying Muslim calenders, books and other beautiful things associated with Islam. The food is delicious and here you enter the festive mood.

10. Monsoons
Can Mumbai be complete without the monssons. As the first droplet rains showers on the city,just get out of your house and roam freely on Marine drive. Get drenched as the sea wind shake violently on the city and the black umbrellas compete for space. Watch the kids play football on the streets. Monsoon is special in Mumbai as it makes the city colorful.
Truly Amchi Mumbai. 1000 things bout maximum city to be unleashed in a book.
Mee Mumbaikar

Effective ways to break up with your gal-For males only

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If there is something I wanna change bout you, it's that you are a sick bitch who always love emotional blackmail to get things done in your favor. You are such a shameless bitch and I just wanna tell you during sex how I hate such crap. It's one thing I hate the most bout you. The worse part is how do you use sex to make yourself desirable and makes me run around.
Hey fellas!It's the sure shot to get the hell of your babe out of your life.

The second pointer to get rid of her--ok tread with caution here:
Go to her house and after kissing her and making up in the kitchen, take her cell phone and send lovey dovey messages to your ex or some love interests. When she replies back, don't delete the message or better still,don't pick up the phone.Let her discover your antics and in no time, they will communicate-your ex-ex and your to be ex.Be ready to face her wrath, drama before she becomes your ex.
Here's the big one an dis one sure to awake the dead volcano, the tigress inside her. Propose sex to her best friend or one of her shopping cum gossip cum kitty party compagnion. Gals love to gossip and it will be an occasion to screw you. Next moment, you walk in happily without her and heave fresh air around.
Always drop a nice,flirting line on the Face Book profile of the female,classmate she hates the most for being a boy friend stealer.Pointer, how you doing,babe?Let's catch up sometimes over coffee at CCD. Now, this one is tsunami and it's the best way for her to break up with you. See, you gotta no effort to make and she'll be the one pulling the plug.
Never stick to the thing she loves people around her  to do or indulge in things she hates the most.Of she likes you wear yellow short, wear pink always and if she looks at you, make as if you can't get the vibes. Act terribly weird. Or, keep her room in a mess and through your clothes on the bed,use plates and mugs in the kitchen and keep them idle somewhere if she's a clean maniac kind of chick.
Be the devil and why we should always run around and designed to so by the women to do stuffs they wanna us to do?Point noted!!!Like I hate being the kind of good guy the chicks think I am. I wanna be mean,evil and have grey in me.I urge all of you m,en folks to do so. Be mean to your gal friend, live in partner and wife but not to your awesome female friends.Let's be mean and as it is, chicks,babes whatever we call them,love mean guys.So,guyzzzz what are you waiting for?/If they can gang up against us,the feminists so can we for a change!!!!!!!
Here we go.


 

The sea and the tide of life

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Standing on the sea rocks, the water violently dashes against the sea bank,as it splutters on my face.
I bend down and pour the salt water in my hand and let it flow in the sea.
Our life is like sea and high tide comes to elevates us all.
At some point, the water remain still, so does our lives.
Life itself is like the huge sea and it embraces us all.
As humans, we have the inherent ability to withstand the storms and we go get carried by the huge Tsunami.
It's god warning to us.
No matter how big we become,let's stay and play modest.
We can never know how the sea storm may take us away.
What shall remains are ruins.
Our emotions felt are like the seas.
Sometimes we vent it out and sometimes we repress it for fear of being judged.
We cry as if telling the sea to take our tears.
But, we want to tell the sea to take us in some faraway place where our energy flows-love,sea,tears,anger,sadness will be freely expressed.
A wish that our life shall bear the stillness of the seas.
No tornado,floods shall wreck our existence.
Yet,life is a mirror image of our life and we are pushed to the extreme.
Either we learn to swim on the spur of the moment and reach the banks.
We emerge the strongest.
Or, we choose to get carried away by the storm as our dead body floats on the water surface.
The sea water and our life are intertwined together, soul is the sea and the sea becomes the body.

Mom's a woman..Happy Mom Day

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Happy International Mom's Day..U know why coz Mom's a woman..ah!Corny line!Someone in college said that in front of an audience during college days..I love all women coz my Mom's a woman..Ah!There were some round of applause and some boos as well. It sucked to the core.
Yesterday, was the International Women Day and I take a bow to all women who juggled their professional career,taking care of the kids and husband and were able to shine through. There are also the home makers who take care of the house, those admirable ladies who had the guts to sacrifice an interesting career to take care of the kids.Mom is one of them and she choose to abandon her career in the 70s as a supervisor in a textile industry to take care of me.Silly me! 
Move over the ladies and let's jump right to me. Something that may be termed memory or partial memory loss been happening to me.Met Meghna on G-Chat and here the conversation goes:
Hey..sup
Meghna to me:You didn't wished me..
Me: Is it ur bday..Happy Birthday..oops!I'm bit lost nowadays..should have checked in my diary.
Meghna to Me: Check again
Feel Meghna was angry and  sent her bday wish by sms, offering thousand apologies
She shoots back,dude it's not my b'day.
Now,I'm crest fallen and I'm oh how on earth did I fucked up!!!
Meghna to me: Google
Immediately I Google celebrations..International Women Day.
Partial memory loss on Women's Day. See, that's the power of Women and they can't really make your brains go awry..Thank god, we are not in the same city or else she would have killed me for mistaking Women day for her b'day.Never ever do that,it makes them furious.Powerful ladies!!!!They make you go Kaput, the confuse your heart,mind and head. As it is, don't we fall in love with them and we start taking care of our body,cutting the hair,polish our appearances and they drive us into doing stuffs which we would consider weird on a normal day.
Mom's a Woman..I love Women and Happy International Women Day.

The ragged shoes and naked feet

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We ran together barefoot in the muds and rains.
We played football barefooted in the rains.
As we stand barefooted,we learned to laugh and live life together.
As time has elapsed, we forgot where we left our shoes as we see the kite hanging on the branch.
We have forgotten to live life as the shoes we left in the mud.
We have left a part of our lives on the seashores,mountains and lakes.
The lakes,mountains and hills are still there.
I can still here our crazy shrieks, laughs and our inner presence.
But, we are not there as our physical bodies have moved elsewhere.
I can the presence of our souls, distraught and crying.
My soul told me, why did you left me here lurching as the body and mind has lost itself in the crowd?
I have no answer for that.
I wanted to respond, life is unfair, it takes us too places.
I try to explain, a chapter in the book got over.
The soul respond,read the book before the last chapter end, there shall not be a new edition after that.
I nod!!We have lost ourselves to life.
We no longer know how to have fun.
We are being unfair to ourselves.
I will search for the abandoned shoes.
I shall stand with my naked feet as the torn, ragged shoes lay beside my feet.

Have a great Sunday.

Mumbai diary

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Happy Maha Shivratree to everyone. As everyone spend the night in mandir,offering prayers to the Lord,I was at home hanging round my PC..mom came in the morning and me woke up in the sleep to wake up the door and went back to bed. Watched Saat Khoon Maaf yesterday and me feels that Priyanka Chopra is so damn scary. Well made film and it's a good change. The film contains some well directed scenes and good performances were extracted from the actors. Review shall come in one day or two.
In my free time, I have become quite an expert in going back to my past as it gives me a sense of peace thinking of the good times spent during my college days. It was in 2005 when I was still a student at Fergusson college, Pune. It was the last day of my second year exams and I had to meet someone at the airport in Mumbai since he was bringing something for me. Must say, I was soo exciting to go to Mumbai, the city of dreams.
As I took the Volvo bus late at night, I reached Mumbai at 00.30 a.m the next day and took a rickshaw at the airport. Must say for a long time for the dude to land in Mumbai as I told him, Welcome to Mumbai. We had some smoke and chai and he had to take a local plane on his way to Delhi as I accompanied him. It was in the wee hours of the morning and it was in no way possible to get a cheap lodge to stay. I strayed throughout the night at the airport. I asked someone that I need to go to the station and he asked me if I want to save money take bus or a rick, but I can't remember whether I took a bus or a rick. I must confess that earlier I boarded a rick in the middle of the night and the rickshaw driver took me for a ride and he came back post 2 km.. I made him stop since he was asking for a huge sum of money but I finally gave him Rs 100 bucks for nothing. I fought with him but there were lotsa rickshaw at the airport.Jus wanna get rid of the fucker and I'm like go take it, a******** I was taken for a ride and I still get jitters. Dat y I say Mumbai is a great teacher.
As the gentleman told me, I took another rickshaw which cost me only 15 bucks and boarded the local at Andheri and reached Churchgate. From where, I took a cab to Colaba. Imagine I had a huge bag with me and searching for lodging in one of the most expensive places in the city, the same place where shoot out happened and where hordes of tourists shop and have beer. After much frantic search, I was damn tired and went to a Cyber cafe and asked one of the guys, not before surfing. They took me to a place,much say I was apprehensive that it might be dark, sidey place.Fortunately,it wasn't and finally got a room for 3 days.The cost:Would you believe some 150 bucks per day and was a place which belonged to some South Indian guys. It is a very small room near to Mc Do, metro shoes and a jewellery shop.Soo happy, chat milgaya sar chupana ke liye:)
In the evening, met Adi and his girl friend who joined me from Pune. We had some beer at Leopold Cafe. Since Bombay, as it was now at the time, was his birth place, he took me around in the double decker bus from Nariman Point to Dadar. We travelled for a good two hours and man, what an awesome sight of the city when you sit on top facing the window and the busy roads. At Dadar,we met one chick, Aboli,his school friend and he set me on a date with her. We met, had coffee at CCD,promise to meet again. Back to Colaba, I indulged in lotsa shopping, buying tee,shirts,Kurtas, shells and a miniature yellow black cab,plus many more stuffs. It was an awesome ride and if I sum it as, Memories to cherish in Maximum city.
Mumbai unlimited.

Holding hands in old age

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We promised to each other that we will be forever together.
We shall hands in old age and walk through the busy streets of old age.
We shall be the reference for young lovers as they look us at us with envy.
Who told you that we broke the promise?
We were together.
Only difference is that you can't see it?
See it through my own eyes.
Remember,when I too you to the ballet?
We had wine and how you yelled throughout,laughed and kissed me.
Everybody clapped their hands and you smiled sheepishly.
Later you told me, I made a fool of myself and smiled.
We loved,fought and had loads of fun together.
Alas!All good things must reach an end.
It's time to let everything go.
I decide to let you go and you must do the same.
We lived our life, WE shall not stop living.
Not being with each other shall not be an excuse not to enjoy every second of our life.
There ain't broken promises. We promised to be with each other.
We held to our promises and you just need to feel it.
Till love does us apart.
What lied before us was then, what lies in front of us is a mystery that no one can explain.
We shall meet in a new reconstructed world.


Note:
This poem was inspired by a dialogue in Inception which I watched yesterday on DVD. A brilliant, intellectually stimulating flick.I'm still inspired. Watch out for a post on Inception.
Loads of love

Maximum city

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The city that never sleeps.
A city lingering on two extremes of life.
The fast,slow lanes of life.
The rich on one side of the skycrapers,
The poor living on the opposite side in the slums..the slumdogs of the city.
A city that moves too fast, a world in itself,yet a place to reckon on.
If you have it in you,you shall survive and conquer.
It's a world in itself, ruthless at times.
Mumbai,maximum city, the one that never dare to sleep.
The early morning rush,struggling to reach the jam packed local trains.
A city that truly soulful and once you get used to it, it becomes an addiction. 
The city which celebrates life.
The Queen's Necklace as one enjoy the scenery at night on Marine Drive.
Immensely beautiful and graceful, to say the least.
They say that if you work hard and armed with dedication,
it's the place to be and have success crowned upon you.
One become like a bride adorned with jewels.
I shall repeat it.
You want to make it big in Mumbai and you shall.
Loving the dream city.
The city where all dreams are fulfilled.
Mumbai

p.s:This ode is dedicated to Sneha who is moving her baggage to Mumbai. Make the best of it Sepo and may ur life be crowned with glory,success N Happiness in the city of dreams
Love

Forbidden fruit-ur place or mine for a harmless fling

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Word of caution:
Have a faint,dogmatic moralist heart,refrain from reading it. Should you choose to do it,at your own perils.Cheers:)
A tale of smitten odalisques,Adamesque in pursuit of the forbidden fruit,behind the white sheet of the bed. Tomorrow,they shall not text each other for a coffee date.Adam poke,Eve poke back. It's no longer shameful,the one night stand. 
We live in a world where films have changed the equation in our life. Life is busy and ain't no time for a relationship coupled with the commitment angle. It's costly in terms of time,stress and expensive dinner and getways. We'll live to favour a night of shameless pleasure, a harmless fling coupled with both parties experiencing win-win. No one ending up losing in terms of emotional hurt,ill feelings and self harm inflicted.
Gone are the days when we would watch TV and a kissing scene appearing in a Hollywood flick would make us unease or our elders would chid us if we speak bout sex with siblings. The time..ah!The hell of time when sex was made sin or evil by the sanctity of moral guadians yelling on the roof,terming it as religious bigotry or non-conforming to social laws and mores. We have the power of condoms now.Remember, the taste of the forbidden fruit is sweeter and holier that we could have imagined.
It brings me to the real story. Yes,I am speaking about one night stand,casual sex and fling. Lemme get it straight. Outlook sex survey appeared on January 24 and columns by authors of the likes Meeankshi Reddy-Madhavan,Tishani Doshi,Hari Menon, Jerry Pinto and Nilanjana Roy propelled me to have my own column. Though denied on Outlook,I have blogspot and am the new kid on the block. New Kid says he's all game for a harmless fling. Historically, fling has always existed and since the times of Mahabharatha and in Islamic societies,interalia,Christian history. Indeed, it is not something novel or else we are not shaking the foundation of society. Picture it:You are single and you meet an attractive lady in a bar.You offer her a drink and the possibility of spending a night together as one of you pops up, your place or mine. It transcend the Mills N Boons culture. Sex has always and ever existed between mates,vanilla sex or strawberry flavoured condom,red sexy lips if it ever stand as an ode to love,sex and Dhoka.
Another tale of abrely chested male,females caucasian or Lolita-esque version of new redefined and refined lust sex.Boys and girls have moved beyond the masturbation part. Bluntly put:Sex is an energy as we were put in the world to breath fresh air,consume water in the stiff heat,our aderaline rushes.The mating game been started by animals and humans alike and make no mistake we are social animals and as dogs shameless search for pleasure beyond the moral crass so are we.Mating,indulging in physical pleasure is only but a natural process of the human brain,physical longing.
Till there are humans there shall be desires. Longing for the forbidden fruits,lusting on males and females bodies.Any takers?Many do it on social networking sites such as Hi 5,Orkut,Facebook and many more mushrooming in the web world.Nopes,I am not referring to those despo whose status claim,services for satisfaction..they are in for cheap thrills,your regualr dude or chick,you poke,I poke..you know the story by now.
Have a great,harmless fling with no strings attached..Mr Right or Miss Right is just round the corner..what is right or wrong is relative..dat my quote for the day.
Love

Snippets of my life

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Describing the state of the mind right now.Nah!I'm not feeling,thinking or sensing anything right now. Not before or just after,the Now moment of life,no pain or glory is experienced within. Trust me on that,it is a pretty good feeling and a trance like state.I'm not high but in a state of consciousness fully aware of my mind.
Too much philosophy in the readable matter,isn't it?Yet,it's just a state of the mind. Absolutely harmless yet enriching in all aspects and my multi-faceted life.I'm feeling romantic and in an awesome mood. Catched up with Dil To Bachcha Hai Ji..Nice light hearted flick which scares off the demons of life-work,worries and tiredness.Frankly speaking,I dunno what I'm talking bout and how this post is finding its way here.Well,it is coz it had to be.
Hell!Wait there are news.I always end up doing the most stupid thing like rendering the switch off button on CPU inactive. I almost broke the button yesterday as my comp was frozen and pressed it so hard that it was entrenched in the gadget in a bid to switch off my PC. It was a state of utter frustration.Thankfully, Bryan my neighbour,who deals in PC repairing,fixed it for me in the morning.Well,that's life and Vishal for you!He always ends up fucking up things only to say,had I known,I woul'd ve never done that. Confession: Right now,I'm obsessed with the idea of living my teenage days and adolescence that I've bought Mills& Boons and Harlequin..crazy,yes it is.I wanna relive my childhood.Yes!For a guy to read those mushy mushy romance it's quite something and please don't get ideas..I'm straight and not a virgin for fuck sake. I know it's strange coz things are happening to me and I'm finding it weird.Identity crisis,oh!Yeah!The scare of growing old like I freaked out the other day by finding a single grey piece in my entire bundle of hair.
An attempt to sound serious on the blog..no,it never happens except once in a while..Can never do that here as whatever I say I fail to fulfill them.Better keep mum and let nature overides the self.Example...simple 1.was planning a short love story but never get to sit and write for blogspot...been trying to reduce smoking since one month..Ahem!Ahem!Ya..another piece of news..I'm planning to resume gym.I started way back in Nov 2009 but stopped after 2 months..Oh!God!Why I'm like that..But,idea is appealing to me again in a bid to keep fit and be active, if not super active.shall stick this time..yay!I still need a break from work and let's see I might concentrate on giving tuition to students and do some freelance work for the media.I'm waiting for the day where I shall cease attending work.Yay!Didn't acquired my new denims to replace the old-rugged piece.Shall buy it towards the month end or perhaps later.
Cheers and love
BTW I'm feeling romantic.

Happyyyy Valentine Day

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Everyday is a Valentine Day.
Every moment is a Valentine moment.
Love is our most precious gift conferred by the saint of love.
We surprise each other by chocolates,gifts,flowers,candle light dinner and a beautiful kiss.
Why not make every day a Valentine Day.
Happy Valentine Day.

Today is a Valentine Day. Every lover will be together to celebrate the day of lovers. Flowers and gifts shall be out of stocks in major shops in the world.It's a special day as lovers rejoice and be with each other.Making love on this special day.Truly blessed are those who found true love!
Couples shall live for the day and enjoy the precious day. Whether it's candle light dinner,partying,love and romance is the only thing that holds in this crazy and competitive world where there is practically no time for love,romance and spending time with each other. I always says let's try and find time for each other,even if it is a plain 30 minutes coz life is too short.We can never know what can happen in the flick of the seconds.
If you are single and really like someone,pluck the courage and express your feelings to him or her. V-Day is the proper day to express love to your lady love or Prince charming. Do not lose time or else she'll be in the arms of someone else.If he or she says no,well better luck next time. At least, you won't regret that you haven't expressed your feelings of love.Hey,but when was love perfect and such bits of imperfections and fights makes love and romance the most beautiful thing in the world.
Rewinding college life.It's such a beautiful sight of lovers holding each other's hands,kissing,cuddling and flowers in their hands walking down the busy street.Yawn!The moral police were safely guarding our college yard,checking on whether we were celebrating V-Day. On V-Day,the hypocrites are always here to do what?Protect Indian culture from foreign invasion.Balls to them buy yeah, we would exercise caution since we didn't want to get into troubles with those idiots.
College V-Day was cool as everyone wishing everyone happy V-Day and coolly asking what's d plan tonight?There were singles like me who was looking for the moment to propose the cool chick on whom I had a crush or expressing,How I wish we were together!Or,friends in college-boys and gals giving flowers,attaching a red band on the hands of strangers to protest against moral police.
I was staying with two couples,ma frenz in the flat and how they would pester me to be with someone and at that time,I was a happy go-lucky guy,being in the company of frenz.How they would surprise.Adi told me that it's V-Day and he won't leave his girl friend in the room alone and if I can go buy a bottle of beer for them.Bah!When I came back,surprise in my room.No, they didn't brought a chick for me.The lights were off in the room,except a candle.A beautiful Valentine card,pizza,chocolates and the bottle of beer was for me.I love you guys and gals.A perfect Valentine indeed.It made my tiny heart happyyyy.
It's a day to celebrate love and to be the one you love. Spread the faith and keep the romance going.oops!How can I forget the beautiful forwards sent and received on cellphone. Only hitch is that V-Day has become too much commercial and s way to make money,flourish business.The feelings that matters.
Love is something to be felt within the hearts.
The Act of love and Romance should be self less.
Be yourself in the act of love.
Say it with flowers but feel it within.
May all of you find your special Valentine.
Happy Valentine Day.
With Love.
Vishal 

Complexities of life

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We are born different as human entities yet we reach a common point in life. Circumstances brings us together and a small,mundane conversation propels us to understand the true meaning of life. We are considered lucky since we were saved the pain of going through the pains and struggles felt by the less fortunate in life. As goes the saying, we become what we are.
As I left from office, I had a conversation with the driver who spoke to me about his life.The struggles he faced and told me that he worked in the market place,with a saber in his hand,peeling coconut from 5 in the morning till 8 o'clock. He had wrinkles on his hands.For a man who didn't reached the basic level of education it was his university, a great mecca of life.The man is proud and rightly so. He worked as a driver in many companies,affording the luxury of 3 hour sleep in a day. Then,I realized that no matter how much we complain about life,there is somewhere someone who is struggling to make ends meet. We are somehow enjoying a good life relative to many. The pain we feel is very less to what the unfortunate lot feel.
He has a son and wish to give him the best of education,compensating to the deprivation he was subjected to as a child. Born in a poor family,his parents could not afford to give him a decent life.he told me ,I don't want to make my son go through the the things I'm going through in life. I struggle to buy him milk,still I do so because I don't want him to suffer from malnutrition.
We may not have many things in common,yet we can make an effort to understand the other person. We end up looking at them with prejudice,perhaps because of the language they use and crass manner.But, do we blame them?Let's blame their environment for the time being. We reach a point of appreciation when a father struggles to make both ends meet. I came to realise one man's frustration and the lamentation of not being given the chance to have access to education.He was just one common man and there are millions like him in the world.
We have the tendency of blaming our situation, kicking at ourselves for not getting the life we desire.We deserve better,we often say. But,but in this world many people are there in all walks of life who are living a painful life. Let's make an effort to enjoy every minute of life,feel the power of the moment where our life can be improved and chances of getting better are ten fold. It's a world of immense possibilities and chance the dreams.Better not lose our time in lamenting on the hard life.Life isn't hard, our perception and thinking are. We can change things.YES WE CAN and get rid of NO WE CAN'T.
Good Morning.

Perish in the flames of lust

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We shall perish in the flames of desire.
Born in the city of lust,
Adam and Eve ate the forbidden fruit.
Hell!It was passed to us.
Innocent as we were,we mistook it for a sweet fruit.
We ate the fruit of lust.
It thrust us in Eden garden as we longed for lust.
O!Yore!We shall perish some day in the flames.
We call it by numerous names.
Love,lust,desire,sex.
Spiritual fathers call it an energy.
We call it a necessary evil.
Evil always perish.
We shall be.
The scared hour shall come.
Our souls will be liberated from the shackles of lust.
We shall become free again.
Free from the forbidden fruit.
It shall no longer remain sweet.
Lest,the time hasn't come.
We shall lust, ran after desires which eludes faraway from us.
We shall suffer form the wrath of the Gods.
Remember we choose to consume the forbidden fruit.
The lethal poison has integrated our body.
A life time won't suffice to remove evils.
We are enjoying the lust,carnal desires as if there is no tomorrow.
Little can we do to overcome the tide.
Yet, The Time shall come.
Believe me!O generations of Adamesque and Eve...
We shall burn in the flames.
It will rip our souls.

Droplets of rains

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I sit down,sipping the coffee and wishing for the rains.
Nah!It's not Monsoon time.
Gotta wait for few more months as the first showers splash on the windows,the branches shaking itself.
The first monsoon as I remember this girl,beautifully drapped in her salwar.
She ran down the stairs and  pulled her arms,embracing the rains.
She willfully offered herself to the God of rains, drenched.
We all patiently wait for the rains to come.
We drench ourselves as the rains falls on our hair and our faces,down to our lips.
From our upper lip,we taste of the water as if it is droplets of wine.
As the rain water fall heavily,shaking our existence,we dance to its tunes,playing street football,falling down.
Crazy stuffs that we Indians love to do.
We love our monsoon.
It's unique to our character and carve our identity as a nation.
As we sit on the Drive,Monsoon is another excuse to steal a kiss and get cozy.
The most romantic time of the year,Monsoon time.
Come fast as we impatiently long for your presence.
Shower us your blessings.
Spread Love N Cheers

English ya Hinglish

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Hiyaaaa,I've just finished reading a book review of The last Linga Franca:English until the return of Babel by Nicholas Ostler and Allen Lane. A review conducted by The Economist and it shows how the author predicts death of English and the review is quite sarcastic, English Anyone?
Now,Shakespeare must be languishing in his grave and would storm out with fury coz the author is predicting  the death of the language. They are retracing how foreign and regional languages such Turkish,Italian and so many  were propelled to the forefront with trade and communications.In short,the slow death of English as a form of communications. He also spoke of African language where natives would prefer their own to English.
Well,I so not agree with that. There is nothing wrong with native or regional languages as tools of communications.But, it is also an undeniable fact that English is used when we blog,networking on facebook,Twitter,Hi 5 or other networking sites.Moreover,when we sms each other,English is preferred.It is also a fact that in India a good chunk of low working class parents prefer to send their children in English medium school,given a choice since they are convinced that to make a career in the corporate world,English is the passport to climb up the social ladder and earn the moolah. In the Hindi film industry, the whole gamut of celebrities converse in English despite our films are made in Hindi.Just look at the fashion shows or chat shows like Koffee with Karan and so many.
Having said that,I am not against regional langauges such as Marathi,Punjapi,Bhojpuri,Tamil or our own Hindi which,I feel, is the most beautiful language in the world.The sheer pleasure of listening someone speaking in Shuddh(pure) Hindi is such a treat and appealing to one's own senses. Being cosmopolitan in nature and truly believing in bilingualism, I strongly believe that one should not stick to solely one language.Given a choice,I prefer Hindi over English and during my college days,we were conversing in Hindi with friends.
I have also observed that so many speak in English to show their superiority over others,in terms of class and when people speak in Hindi or Marathi,they snigger.Frankly,it sucks when you use language to show your superiority over others. As it is, I strongly believe that a language spoken is a means to communicate with people and it doesn't matter that our accent is different from the Brits or Yankees..read American.That doesn't mean they are better than us.As long as we speak and write with proper grammar,spelling and punctuations..well,you know the story!
The British left us with a good legacy,their own language when they left.But,according to statistics,India have more publications in the language of Shakespeare and more and more people,not just in big cities but also urban areas are turning to English.India hold the trump card for not only the survival of English but it's sweet victory.
Truly yours.

A story of Denims =Puraani Jeans

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We love our jeans and it's a piece wrapped round the waist,covering the arse which neva goes out of fashion.It makes its time and it goes straight into vintage collection.Me been jeans crazy for years coz it never goes out of fashion. My Levis boot cut has worn out,teared and is sporting the distressed look. At the risk of wearing it,I may sound like an out of place junkie,hippie..How much I love this weird look!!!! I shall never do away with my favourite denims.
I always face the scathing criticisms.Dude,how many pair of jeans do u buy? Here it is,the stuff which covers my fanny doesn't stop here. An extra pair of denims is not too much and it doesn't matter if I already own a dozen denims in my wardrobe.Jeans crazy. Yeah!I confess I am one.
Favourite denim:
Levis-always and ever coz it never runs out of style and comfort.It gives me this extra confidence.It's sexy zanny.

My prized collections
Me own a black Spykar, a green Pepe Jeans London which has grown too tight on me.It hurts that I can't wear it.It's lying somewhere but can't image getting rid of it.PJL is another awesome brand and the quality of clothing is smooth.Don't believe, then gently and affectionately touch with your hand.It feels like you are stroking or caressing the hair or hands of your babe. My newly acquired Lee Cooper.It's a cool one but nothin like Levis or my Pepe.I shall very soon own a new Levis or Flying Machine.I love experimenting with Denims and gotta Fly with my Machine.

My first Denim
I cannot recollect since as a child I was given a pair of jeans by Mom and Dad.At that time,I wasn't brand conscious like I'm now.It wasn't a branded one. I vividly remember a cool grey jeans which I've been wearing for years and Mom got it for 75 bucks in a fair. Would you believe that.I also had a wacky White jeans.My personal collection when I was in 10th standard. As I joined college,I chose branded jeans not just because of the name but a true blue original branded jeans stand for quality,comfort and last for a very long time.Levis is awesome and I vouch for that.

Favourite color
There is nothing like blue denims.It neva goes out of fashion and I'm a compulsive,obsessive buyer and the risk of making a hole in my pocket is palatable.It raise the stocks of one's sex appeal like old wine which taste better. So,is a pair of blue denims.

A story of denims,date,happiness,first kiss.The memories summed in Purani jeans which is always associated with a life long memory. A reason for celebrations,aha moments of life to be cherished forever and ever.Like old music which transport us into a trance of sorts so are our Purani Jeans.Lying somewhere in some soft corner of life coz it's been a part of our beautiful lives. So galzzz N Guyzzzz, ne story hidden with the history of your jeans vent it out here or a romance starting with your purani jeans.I wanna hear all.
Good Night.

Our Purani jeans and Denims rock:)

National Anthem India Jana Gana Mana by Lata Mangeshkar

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Hi guys let's bow to Mother India and celebrate our Republic.62 years and we are still a young and vibrant republic.Our national anthem is something to be proud of and every time I listen to it,my eyes are filled with tears and I strongly believe that India's national anthem is the most beautiful throughout the world.
let's join hand and pay respect to our national anthem.

Date with time

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Jai Ho!Happy Independence to all Indians across the globe.26 years at midnight India became a free country and we pledged to correct all anomalies so that each and every Indians can breathe free. Did we?We shall keep it for another day and I'm sure there are lots to talk on India as a nation.
Here we go as the nation had a date with time. So,we have ours. As humans, we all have the habit of postponing things giving flat excuses that we are not ready to get the plunge.But,one day we have to face the music. As truth hold it, we are often thrust to face it.Our date with time.Better face it rather than bearing the wrath of time.The opportunities just knock us down and if we fail to keep with our date,we may lament.Oh!Man!I had the opportunity to make it big.Why didn't i?Better fail than not doing it all.Very often, we become adept in letting go of the wonderful occasion.Date with time doesn't come often and if it does,it may not necessarily jibe in our favour.
We are smitten by this beautiful girl. We get the opportunity to ask her out but we end up fooling ourselves that this isn't the ripe time.Then,one fine day we see her walking hand in hand with her shining armour.It could have been us. Well,we didn't hit the bull's eye but the dude did.No point in cursing him.
The greatest authors,actors and everyone associated with creativity kept their date with time and entered the trance and were swayed by passion.They were not concerned by failure or rejection and took the train.Do we still want to wait by the station and 1.40 a.m is the last train.Lest, we keep on repeating it's not the proper time, we will end up sleeping at the railway station.Just hop on the train.The world offers us endless opportunities to make it happen.
Ours is a generation full of potential and there isn't anything that we can't do.All what we need is some confidence and slowly but surely walk towards our goals.We wanna become a film actor.No problem,let's work slowly towards it.Once we'll fail,twice we will fail,third time no problem but ultimately,we will nail it.End result glamour,moolah and all the perks associated.The time to enjoy the fruits of our success will come and we shall sit and reap our treat like tasting mint-choco ice cream.
Let's keep our date with time.
:)
Good Morning

All that I want

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All that I want from Life.
It's all bout me,me and me.
I wanna some love N fun in life.
It is my life and wanna live on my own terms.
I dunno to be judged on what I do.
All that I want,.
The Moolah,to buy by branded stuffs,travel.
Wanna treat myself with mint-choco icecream.
All that I want.
I want affection,respect,requited love.
I want to drive a nice car.
A BMW will do,
A Porsche will be on the top of the list.
A bungalow by the seaface.
All that I want.
A beautiful girlfriend.
All that I want.
Travelling to an exotic place in the world.
People not saying no to me.
A home theatre to feel the movies.
My novel published.
Make a movie.
Become world famous.
Win the filmfare award.
Walk and sizzle on ramp.
Act in a movie.
Be in the same frame as Amitabh Bachchan.
Being lost in thoughts.
All that I want.
To dream a lot.
To be myself.
All that I want,
Is very less than the whole world want.
I just want and want.

Love is not enough

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Rajveer and Sunaina were childhood lovers and madly in love with each other. Rajveer worked as an assistant film director in Mumbai and Sunaina worked worked for a PR firm. They were in a live in relationship since both feel that with their career,they were not ready to take a plunge with marriage and kids.
One fine day, the film company spoke to Rajveer that they are downsize their staff and he had to look for work else where. Their last film didn't do well at the box office and with the recession hitting the film industry financers were less willing to invest in their major productions. He tried to looking for jobs with other producers but failed to get any break. Sunaina was willing to help him since they couldn't do without each other.Over time,Rajveer grew more frustrated since his girl friend was feeding him. He withdrew from everyone and eventually met some guys and gals. He came home late,drunked. They started fighting a lot in the house and it would raise an alarm among neighbours.Sunaina became so fed up that one fine day he asked him to leave the house since she was the one who earns and pay the bills,including the rent. Bas!This was the end of it. During the night,she started crying and trying to understand who cast an evil spell on their beautiful live and why things had to be so cruel.
Enter the new Managing Director, Piyush Shah and Sunaina was made the head of PR and they started meeting each other and she found a good listener in him.Once after the party, it was raining heavily and to avoid the heavy lash of rains,Sunaina invited Piyush to stay over. Something brought them together and they couldn't stop together on the moment. They kissed and made love to each other. Rajveer was to be forgotten,she reasoned with herself. she had to erase him from her mind. She wished him well in life. She knows it hurts.Two years later,Sunaina married Piyush.
The big question is:Is love enough for a couple to be with each other. In the start, everything seems so beautiful,flowers,chocolates,kissing and sex. And as in Turning 30,Gul Panaag rightly says,Just because I am sleeping with you that doesn't mean that we will marry.The point here is not that Sex and marriage or live-in are complements to each other. What I mean to say there are many factors which comes in play in a couple relationship. There are career clashes,the choice to have children or not,professional clashes and of course,the money factor. By professional clash I mean,in fields such as films,ad world or media, sometimes one or both of them will come home very late or is the other person willing to accept it.Very few will and I'm happy to be among the few. Or, when you spend the major part of your life with colleagues at work,there are obviously some spark and you might end up falling in love.Fatal attraction!Of course, we cannot provide a generalisation to the picture.
An important factor in a relation is money.The M-Thing,big bucks or simply moolah.No matter how much you love each other,the differences will crop and many times it comes in the form of the necessary evil. For how long,can one of the partner afford to give his or her better half the hard-earned money.It crops up especially when one of the partner is not working or is struggling to find a job.It requires a lot of understanding and patience. A wise couple should not let the moolah factor affect a relationship and both must pool money together to run the house.If one partner is footing the electricity,food bills,the shopping and rent stuffs must be managed by the other one.Or,as we used to do in college paying half for almost everything,including the rent.
Love itself is not enough for a relationship to work out. The couple should not think that everything is rosy with romance,sex and flowers.Especially when you guys stay together,better speak about the money factor and I would advice that try taking very less money from each other for personal uses such as going out,cigarettes or shopping.If you,it makes sense to give the money back and keep your relationship going. A relationship requires a lot of understanding and compromise on many things that matter such as career,friends and even sex. It's way beyond love and more than the L-factor, the U-understanding factor stands out.Indeed,Love is not enough.
Cheerio
Wish you all an awesum friday

Straight from the heart

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This post comes straight from the heart. There is no concept behind the mind as so many post have nor do I have any clear picture running madly on the nature of the post. Frustrated!bah!I am for having less time on my platter to pick up stuffs,materials to read and I am unable to watch DvD's.Tired like shit from work.
But truly blessed I am.Yesterday,wrapped up work at 10.40 p.m and in a flick of 5 minutes, the transport left me and spent three and a half hours in office waiting for the next transport. I slept in the reception room. But,as I was travellling during the night, I feel a felt a gush of fresh air,opportunities running down my spine. Someone from the farther world was telling me,dude no worries better things are coming your way.It was an aha moment in life and sometimes one feel the blessings. Came home a lil bit earlier and met 2 friends online.Who?My college mates. Vandana was a class mate and she's now settled and married in London.It feels good to connect with classmates and as I look back,it felt like yesterday only. Time is a real bitch and it never had the decency to tell that it had reached and so many stuffs can happen in life nor does it tell that it left us.
Mobzz another mate of mine in college with whom I had the best of times in College.Damn cool dude and been telling me to come back to Pune.I will,I promised.Life is moving and we are beckoned to to come to terms with it.I've been a bitch as well.Everyday been saying that I will write to my Philosophy teacher but time been failing me. Sorry Sir.I shall try my best this week.I'm frustrated and I'm intellectually,physically,emotionally drained,not necessarily in that order.Im loking forward to a big break from work and there is a need to spend time with myself. At least,dat d mental state right now.My Mama came to visit us from London and I couldn't met him since I had to report to work.Wow!The word report to work sound so-ooo-soo huge and complex a word to use. Hopefully,things hould tirn out to be better.It's just a matter of time.Arrg!Time yet again!No time for a harmless fling,casual encounter with a beautiful lady.Time!Indeed!By the way who invented the buzz word time???I wanna fire the guy or gal right now.
Things can get bigger and better. True!Very true! i've started writing in a diary bout stuffs I wanna do in life and the approach to make things sound right. Dream list and how to make it happen.The trick is list 1000 of your dreams and be completely wild,like dating Deepika padukone or britney Spears or perhaps becoming a billionaure,owning a space craft.What those souls who were there before us did and how.Then,eliminate the less imporatant ones if you fail to write why you have the passion and how to proceed.Concentrate on better stuffs.I've yet to do this part.i shall soon reach out to it .
Unleash the passion or shall I say and let not be wary of people.Go and embrace the world and I shall embrace ma bed in a few minutes.Time to catch up with sleep.
Adios Amigos.
Comments gals and guys needed here.Who's gonna be the first one coz a surprise shall be waiting for u.
Good nite.Young minds rulzzzzzzzz
 

Single speaks

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The perk of being back to blogspot.I'm loving it like lovers of Donalds. Me enjoying the benefits of being a bachelor,an unmarried young men.No live-in partner in ma room who constantly driving me nuts to jump with her on the bed.Or,the common female antics,will you stop typing at this odd hour.I need to sleep.Stop being blog obsessed.
Blog obsessed.I confess to be one.Blog spot happens to be one of the bestest,cutest and smartest things that can happen to an otherwise,not so exciting life.Lull seemed to set in but was offset by a kick-ass conversation with a Dear friend who lifted me out of pessisim,negativity. Words always carry a potent meaning to life. In any case,if you seem to be confused with this post,just plain ignore coz God alone knows what I'm getting into. Got no clues on the final outcome of this otherwise non-sensical post.
What to call myself?Bachelor in need of cuddling,single dude needing a chick.Ha!Just joking. This man clearly seemed bored in the early m'nin. Ma God!Yet another week of slogging the ass syndrome!I getting all kinds of S-factor nowadays. There is the eye which is demanding rest,there is the fingers who wanna type on the key board. What is that yaar?Confused bout life,women,career and almost anything to everything.Guess,the brains need help. An intellectual stimulation and space between cells to think.I wanna yell,space out.From gentle soul to naughty one. Am I sounding like those despo TV channels in need of TRP..read stats here.Blogspot!How I love you!U my muse,ma gal friend,wanna make love to..Hell bent to love and love making. Something,something must be wrong and been getting to my brains.Oh!Watched Koffee with Karan today and the mad caper,crazy stuffs celebs do must be getting on my mind. Another syndrome leaps forward.
I sit,I think,I observe,I write. But, no following guidelines and norms.I jus hate such stuffs and all. Do I need a crash course in morality?Don't ever do that coz I may end up discussing sex,porn stuffs with the great master.I shall be banned forever and guilty of making the guy suffering from a massive cardiac arrest.Me turning his dutiful,right life into a mess and he shall invoke the Gods to spit their anger on me. I'm mortified at the time of the day and at least,I think so.
I know..me been an asshole right now. At least,this post says so and an ode to blog lovers...comments..see I know u guys are lazy since you visit the blog and don't wanna coment.Make ur silly minds work,it's a mental ejaculation drop a few words and no one shall stop you from making it big.
Chees to the m'nin.
V

Love,mating,dating=homosapiens

Inveigled by the perks of writing and cashing on it for an intellectual ejaculation. Been toying with a brand new post on blog spot,I'm given a reminder on love,mating and daties.We are species and by definition Man is a social animal. Now,will that raise eyebrows.I'm cocksure that it shall.
Man or let's put it that way humans=Men+Women before the feminist fire me for discrimination. We have always longed for and looked for love. Doesn't matter we suffered a break up and we constantly long for a partner to nurse up our love wound.It's only natural to lean our head on a shoulder.It's an energy just like sex. A very natural urge to make love,kiss and indulge in some physical intimacies. Completely harmless.
Am I drawing an inspiration to type on something as beautiful and appealing as love?Fire the computer. Tis season,come and fall in love.Now,isn't it some direct lifting from some Yash Chopra mushy romance. As Yash uncle says,come,fall in love.I put my stamp of approval on that,right now.Let's put it right here.Enough of dilly-dallying and fidgeting with words as I type.I believe in living life and enjoying every bit of romance with my girl. Altogetehr,it's another matter that there is no gal right now in my life. As humans, we have always been attracted to the opposite sex since there is a certain energy which brings two human beings together. Till,we have emotions,we have always fell in and out of love. We constantly strive for the perfect being. True,in a relation there are some expectations.He expects you to be like this,she has some expectations which she seriously wish you will fulfill.
The day you start hitting off and the way he makes you feel special when he surprise you with a romantic card,red roses and chocolates.Chocolates and roses are lethal combination.You get the lady.She makes your life beautiful when she says cho chweet. Suddenly,you start taking care of your hair style,applying the most expensive gel and pick up the Calvin Klein perfumes,picking up a new levis jeans and tee,doesn't matter if you have thousands of them lying in the cupboard.You leave home,smiling and blushing like a five year old who had birthday cake smudged all over his face.You meet,you hold hands and kiss passionately at Marine Drive.You forgot how ur ex has ditched you and how you wish she or he can witness your smooching session at the drive. It gives you a kick telling bystanders,I don't care a damn.Fuck you and your societal's norms and morals.
The break happen and you lay paradised on bed for a few days.You even hit the bottle for a few days,spoil a one day handkerchief for few minutes.It find its place in the laundry.How I wish it didn't happened,how I wish this and that..No use crying over split milk.You freak out at the idea of he or she making up with the new lucky bloke or babe.Poor,innocent,nameless thing you plot their death.They are inexistent,you are the past and they are the present.
You meet someone else in a brand new setting and here you go and hum the song,the last song of your life.You are the one who makes me alive.You bring the best in me.You are my oxygen.How can I exist without you.
The point is here,baba.No one is perfect and don't shy away from love.Deception happens but don't live in the past.We are humans and need love to survive and a relationship is always welcome coz we need somebody in our life.Till,we exist Love shall not wane way.Adam and Eve didn't consumed the forbidden fruit for nothing.They were humans and we are the descendents.

Gifts wrapped with love and affection

Great Goals Require Great Passion.
I received this small gift from aunty. I have placed it near to my desktop so that everyday when I wake up it's right in front of me and I am reminded of my dreams and goals in life. Caught in the humdrum of our life and when our odd hours of work start taking a toll on us, we tend to forget that we exist together with our aspirations. It's a gift that I shall cherish throughout my life. A great gesture which speaks volumes as to how much your loved ones care for your well-being.
A gift must not be something very expensive. What matters is the intention with with a person offers you something. A small action which speak volumes and shows the person hold a special place for you in their matter.
I have observed that so many people shower expensive goodies for birthdays, Diwali, X-mas or New Celebrations. It's a blatant and arrogant display of money. Or, when someone is conferred a gift, he or she is not satisfied since it doesn't carry huge monetary value. You don't have the bucks and your girl friend birthday is coming. No problem. Save bucks and surprise her with flowers and chocolates.Inside the cadbury wrap, write a small poem. Say it with flowers and chocolates and you win the lady's heart. She'll know how much you love and care for her and she will say, "so sweet,my poochie po."
The theory of gift nowadays has heightened to a materialistic level and represents a huge source of revenue for advertisers and shops alike. I am not saying that I am against expensive gifts but rather, mo matter what gift one chose to offer to someone it should be given with pure attention, warmth and love. The time the person unwrap the gift, he or she should feel your love and warmth in it and as if you are inside the gift smiling.
Spread love and cheers
:)

Dreams in wonderland....

As the cute,pretty teacher turns her back to write a Mathematical sum on the board, the kids followed her trying to decode the equation. Some of the boys are having a fun time,peeking at her short, white skirts,admiring her sexy legs. At the far bench, sat an 10 year old who is neither interested in the equation nor Miss Jenny's sex appeal which is already causing an erection in 10 year olds....
He spend the whole day,looking outside the window, day dreaming. He dreams of becoming am actor when he grows up. He dreams of becoming a doctor, lawyer or pilot. That's me. The small boy who was never interested in following classes or being chided by teachers. I love dreaming and day dreaming. Nothing has change. Going nuts is the state of being.
When I was a kid, I was day dreaming of becoming a bus driver so that I can travel through the country side for the whole day,hanging at bus stations like a vagabond. Or, becoming lawyer, the black coat fascinated me a lot as I saw Dan uncle coming home from office in his black trousers, white shirt  and long,black coat. It was sexy. Imagining myself as lawyer or barrister Vishal. Then, I moved on. I wanna be an accountant and the high end salary and working for a private company with car and flat,thought,held the key to happiness. Later, wanna become an Economist. Well, I'm one and taught Economics at Junior school level.Teaching was another job which I longed to do. I've done it for one year.
Last but not least, I dreamt of becoming a film actor and all the glamour associated with being an actor,killing 25 goons at one go and dancing like Amitabh Bachchan.He is my inspiration and was my childhood idol. He still is. I dreamed of smooching Deepika Padukone,well, I still do it. Or, Bipasha, Sushmita. How, I still dream of acting in the remake of The Graduate opposite Padma Lakshmi, the sultry chick from Boom. Looks like the dream of becoming an actor is eluding me. yeah, dis my dream I wanna act in front of the camera or calling the shots. I shall one day,doesn't matter how long it takes.
Don't kill the dreams or you'll lose the child within. That's my mantra. Age wise, I have grown up but I'm still a child inside, who refuse to grow up. I know, I am confused about life and what I wanna do. But, that's me and the sneak-peek of moi childhood dreams. I am still a day dreamer,imagining fairy stuffs like Alice in Wonderland.
Keep the dreams going

Passion player

Ignite the fire within.
The passion unleashed.
Be the undertaker of dreams.
It only require a small idea which germinate through the soul.
Be consistent and start dreaming from now.
Be Passionate.
Life is boring without passion.
Dreams without passions are the by-product of an unfulfilled life.
It requires a degree of honest to start with.
Be gutsy and dare to dream to go to places where others fear to.
The reality of achievers were just like your dreams.
Yet, their dreams did not remained plain dreams.
They consistently worked towards making them real.
If they can, why can't you.
They dare to dream and pushed the enveloppe further.
They have ignited the fire of passion in their belly.
They are the passion players.
Be the passion players.
Savour the fruit of passion.

Rockstar year 2011

Jan 2,2011: Wow!Incredible!Isn't it? We all waited for the day to come and it smoothly crept in as the crackers split,wishes for a brilliant new year poured in. A brand new decade with promises to be fulfilled. As I look back at the decade that was and how life changed with the kind of people we've met and the masti we had in college.
This year I've decided to make things happen and not gonna rely on destiny to change my passion. As Chanda told me yesterday when I've called him to extend my New Year Wishes, the passion must burn inside our heart so that we can achieve our dreams. Indeed, I'll be penning a script for my short film, my memoir on my wonderful college days and the publication of my short stories in novel form. It gonna happen and me gonna work on it religiously.
The time has started to work out on things and stick to it. It's a brilliant year 2011 and a year of achievemnts. Have fun gals n guys.
Love
Vishal