The Eye of The World

One of my favorite haunts. If the gods were to look upon us, I'm sure this would be an access point.

PS: Open the full image by clicking on it. Scroll up and down rapidly to enjoy a mild vertigo. I am providing you with Web 2.0 now. Wheeeeee!

Uno Hundredo

According to the nice little counter at the bottom, this blog officially has 100 page views. Even though you cannot see it, I am now raising the mouse and muttering while looking heavenwards. I would like to thank my father, my mother, Douglas Adams, my friends and the super intelligent shades of the colour blue for this amazing achievement.

Tantra

Bought a new T-Shirt. Wish I had it during the Anti-reservation rallies.

PS: Are you offended? Fuck you!

Kaun jayega dilli kii galian chodd ke....

I believe Ghalib said so. For any unfortunate non-hindi speaker this translates to "Who would leave the lanes of Delhi?". Delhi is special. I grew up here I went to college here and I love it here. Horrible summers, nasty jaats and a rabidly hypocritical punjabbi culture included. All these little.. erm well not so little come to think of it but anyhow. All these (not-so) little things make it what it is. What brought on this weird sense of admission you ask? I'll tell you. After all that's why I typed the rhetoric!

It was my father's and a cousin's birthday today so we went to CP today to celebrate. There we roamed around till 8 in the evening then settled down in one of the many coffee bars for a nice cup of overpriced coffee. From there we went to UCH for dinner and had a splendid meal. A most enjoyable evening. But nothing that should have moved me as much as it did. So I started thinking. What is it? After a while of solid thinking and a plate of penne in arrabiata, I finally zeroed in on the reason. Perhas because of the large group with me, the outing reminded me of all the trips to CP we made in college and I could recall a story for every nook and cranny in CP.



The countless trips to UCH, Pizza Hut, Kake di Hatti, The sneaking off of Vicky and Azeez for the Shankar market chola bhatooras and our eating exhorbiantly priced food, going to DV8 with the gang and lighting up Gudang Garams, Having Tequila shots taking the lead from T, The mad dash for the saunf at all the restaurants and pocketing of the pouches and asking for second helpings.....

I was talking to Bobby a few days back and we started discussing Delhi and thus CP and it appeared that even though he is outside and I am here, CP as I knew it is perhaps as far away to me as it is for Bobby. Sure all the buildings are the same, but they are all personal now. All of them now have a bit of me and I have a bit of them in me.

To go on a similar nostalgic trip, watch this video by Rabbi Shergil...


PS: I'm not his agent :P

Ode to NH-8

If you are one of the thousands of 'professionals' commuting to Gurgaon every weekday, this might be a very very familiar sight around 6-7PM everyday while returning. Yes ladies and gentlemen, this is the much dreaded NH-8 of gurgaon. Notorious concrete serpent kilometres long. If you are in its grasp, it'll eat away your hours and hours making your days more miserable than usual. This monster traffic snarl you see in the pretty picture above took me 3 hours to get through. Woe to you stupid highway!

Love or something like it

I met a friend today and started chatting on random things as is the case with most of the conversations I have with people. Through various twists and turns, the talk turned to love. Ie. How do we perceive it. We couldn't fathom how people in 'love' talked for hours upon hours and what they talked about and that several of these don't even read books! I mean seriously, what can be so engrossing about a person that you can talk to her/him for 10 hours a day? At this point we poked fun at the people we know and who go on regular talkathons and then we felt guilty for being snobbish and bitching. So we began to have a bit of an introspection. What according to us is it that attracts to the other sex. Some broad qualities. My take on this was the person must absolutely read books. Why books? Because one who reads wants something more out of life than the standard fare that is dished out by fate ever so often. Therefore the person is a natural romantic. For if someone who doesn't read, how can he love? He's too damned self satisfied!

On another note, I was just struck by another thought right now (if thoughts were bricks i'd be dead by the way!) blogs are a way to ask for acceptance. We want people to read about us and know us and remember us and accept us. So please accept and love me. Puhleaseeee. To convince you, I'll end my blog with a cute/fancy smiley ^_^

Rawk!!

I received a mail from Sahil Makhija, the front man of Demonic Resurrection, today. His self owned record lable is bringing out a new CD the tracklist goes something like this:

Demonic Resurrection – Beyond The Darkness
1. Journey To Solaris
2. Celestial Disharmony
3. And The Dream Will Cease To Exist
4. Beyond The Darkness
5. The Fallen Stars
Severe Dementia – Epitaph Of Plassey
6. Entombment of the Traitor
7. Credence of Fort William
8. The Bengal Regiment
9. Howls Of Mushidabad
10. Strangled by Treason and Forgery
Dusk – Dead Heart Dawning
11. When The Mirror Speaks
12. Dreaming Gotishya
13. Sorrows Of The Flesh
14. Dead Heart Dawning
Bonus Tracks - Helmskey
15. Black Disharmonium
16. To Rise And Fall Again

Now notice the fantastic choice of song names let alone the band names and their section names. Now I couldn't help but burst into a hearty guffaw. Either I am totally out of the local metal scene or this is possibly the most ridiculous sounding track-list ever. Seeing this I came up with a new band name and a new album name and a new track-list for my own self.

Band Name -> Band with the cool name which you cannot pronounce

Album Name -> Immortal enema of Satan's legions

Tracks ->

1) I wore a black bib while I sucked on Satan's tits
2) Misery of balls enthrallum
3) Seven cats from hell's trashcans of filth
4) Why does the black bell toll when I'm taking a dump?
5) I am macho I wipe with cactus
6) Six six sex!!

Woo hoo I'm a rock star!!