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

the return of the flutterby

it came back one day unexpectedly. i couldn't believe it was right before me. my heart danced to the beats of its flapping wings. and now its here to stay...right flutterby?

was it a dream?

and then a butterfly passed by...the most beautiful butterfly i had ever seen.

my happy bday party list...

This is how my soft board looks like, thanks to all the girls in my office...

n then it happened.
it had to happen.


i moved on...

check out richie's tatoo lol

http://gyaanzz.blogspot.com/

forgivedon'tforgetmoveonwithvengeance

finally, my first tatoo...definitely not the last!

Yahoo! India Maps TV Commercial

This was done in just 3 days. Gimme your rating.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u5KcqeZ2_xc

Yahoo! India Movies TV Commercial

this stuff was done in flat 4 days - conceptualising to execution.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-HsbHNGBUow

boredomatic finger exercise

in position of the ultimate in reign, there is nothing to conquer. the brighter side of the soul fades into the darker phase, as the moon takes a dip into the unknown. a broken path, pebbled roads, muck-covered streets, leading to an unknown tomorrow. a blissfully ignorant seeks pleasure in anticipation. another scornful spit emerges from the philosophically t mind. what it needs, what it takes, i can't guess enough; maybe, all of you. your love, hate, blood...your life. give in. give in. i won't. i can't...i'll never. the hiss of the serpent, the fine tip of the dagger, the venomous tongue of a loved one...all that makes a fine day a darker night. combustible thoughts giving birth to impotent actions. worries of tomorrow. worries of the past. i linger on the highway to the divine core. i feel light today. i perspire love from every pore. honeycomb filled with toxic nectar, i assume it's my fate to be in your path. crush the bones, so that nothing remains in the merciless world . i fly. most i'm a caged carrion bird. report to me, or regret. sleep while you can. 'coz, tomorrow everything's going to be alright

the holy waters of gorai

people worship all kinds of gods and think a quaint river or creek as a holy garbage bin. when, oh, when will these guys really learn to keep it clean. i've seen people throwing anything and everything in plastic bags into the gorai creek. it's a pity and a shame.

it's still rising...our own mount gorai

epiphany in bombay

a day in the life of...bombay

to eternity

I took her by the hand gently. A decade later it felt the same. The music of her voice felt equally melodious. The childish laughter filled the same space in my heart.

Years have gone by. Years of painful separation. Every moment of togetherness washed away by little drops of solitary tears. And then she comes again with a flash, filling me up with her sunshine smile. Giggling and dancing like ever before. Dream...Reality, I welcome your friendship as long as you bring her back to me.