people of birth and death

after spending my life with people, it is difficult to say i like them. confused, confusing, confounding...people...they are all over the place...thinking they are are on the move to somewhere...which i really doubt. just by moving, one doesn't reach anywhere. similarly, just by talking, one doesn't convey anything. similarly, just by winning, one doesn't achieve anything. a constant observer from far would perceive us as worms...aimlessly wriggling worms. constantly fighting for rights...which belong to none. we have got one life each, and one death each. i only wonder what is the purpose of the time thread that connects our birth and death.

i really need a concentration pill

It's just 9 days to go. can't exactly describe this feeling. i'm not confused. in fact, i'm pretty much looking forward to the change that is about to happen in my life. but, somehow, i m not able to concentrate on anything for more than 10 seconds. tomorrow, i will be bathed in alcohol...my friends call it 'baptism'. it's a ritual now.

and, even while i write this, my mind's speeding from one thought to another. it reminds of the m-butter. quite similar, but not exactly the same. anyways, i have decided to give in, and live it up.

after all, i got just one life to live twice.

terror in bombay 26th, 27, 28th...nov '08

to fly we have to have resistance

'It is impossible to attempt and not find out what is possible' - it's what i think. i wouldn't have known that i could fly like a bird one day. i would have remained ignorant to the fact that i can make time for myself and do the little things that i have always wanted to do. paragliding didn't just give me wings to fly, but it also gave wings to my thoughts and imagination. i have been thinking about it for 3 years, and finally did it in october this year. like nike says - just do it. - think that's the only way to live and explore life, and live it to the fullest. i want to dive to the bottom of the sea, sit amongst the penguins, go to space, amazon, write a book, paint...and i have been only thinking about all these things. but paragliding has surely confirmed one thing that i must not just think, but do it, lest life gives up on me.

haven't been blogging for a long while now. why? 'coz, i'm sick of sitting at one place staring into the monitor and typing on the keyboard all day long - seven days a week, 365 days a year. i needed to do go out. jump around. burn something. dive into a lake. run for miles till my lungs cried for help.

well, finally, i did what i'd been dreaming for years. fly. i finally made my way to this quaint li'l village called uksan, near kamshet. lived in one of the most beautiful homes i have ever seen, with some of the most wonderful people i have ever met. and then, i went for my P1 course in paragliding. i, now, truly know why sanjay and astrid rao have name it 'nirvana' adventures.

i'm yet to do my P2 course, but the little 1-minute flights are just about perfect for my li'l heart, which has been craving for freedom - from this pathetic world. having spent some wonderful time there, i just can barely wait to go there again.

indian catlics can speak fluent hindi, but in english

known for their anglo-east-goan-indian accent, the indian catlics can speak fluent hindi, but in english! confused? well, to make it more clear, here are few examples:
a) hindi: hain na?
english: ya, no?

b) hindi: peete peete main talli ho gaya!
english: drinking drinking i got drunk!

c) hindi: neeche bhi khade they woh log!
english: down also they were standing!

d) hindi: ek fatka milega tereku.
english: one fatka you will get.

e) (anwering a phone call) hindi: hello...haan bol!
english: hello...haan tell!

f) (borrowing one rupee) hindi: ek rupiya hai?
english: 1 rupee is there?

it tickles you and never fails to amuse you, but one feels at home when one hears: "aye, what men, wey wey u yesterday night?" (aye, what man, where were you last night?). The genuine request to a 3-year-old: "give uncle a shake hand, baba" (these babas never grow up, i know a few 35-year-old babas). The customary question in the evening: "had khaana?", without which the khaana is so incomplete.

Examples aplenty, this unique language is so much a part of our culture today.

just heard a song from Ugly Aur Pagli....the movie sucks...and the music sucks like a toothless ho! my next blog on mr. anu malik...sorry anuu mallik!! till then...

check this out...it's hilarioius

if u r drunk, n it's early hours of the morning, n no entertainment in sight...what do you do? check what some guys in bombay do...

http://gyaanzz.blogspot.com/2008/07/hilarious.html