time to speak out for myself

I think now it is the time for me to speak out for myself. 
When i started this blog i wanted to write because i just wanted to be in the league of people who write blog and some part of me thought it is a good platform to write something which you can not write in a simple MS Word document.
I wanted it to be fun and tried to make it funny, unnecessarily, so that people who read it enjoy it.
I had thoughts to write but most of the times I write what others would like to read.
may be thats why I could never be regular.
I use to correct spelling in word before posting it.
To sum up, everything in it was for others. 
But now onwards I will write because and what I want to write. Even if it is not grammatically correct or with having bunch of spelling mistakes, its for and from me and no one else.
There will be no juggling of words but simple and plain what comes to my mind.


Now I will try and make it to reach where this blog was suppose to be, where the name of blog is destined to find its meaning.

3 months since last one...

Humm…It’s 1.52 at night, I am working, listening to music on my PC*(which I was not paying attention to, till now). Here I got an email for comment on my, long past posted, blog post which had reminded me of my New Year resolution "I will have at least 3 posts every month on my blog, be more with all with still being to me & myself".

But, it’s 3 months since last post.

Candidly, I never felt that need to be more social on net that to be on real. 

Even on blogger, I am much visible commenting on else's posts than scripting something interesting on my own. While still one thing of my long list of things to do in life… is to write a book (may be, more on this later).

Than what, am I out of topics? Surely not but writing 1000 words blog post takes much more tranquility than what I have? The most blog-social I am these days is on, reading posts on software programming forums and posting questions there to get some comments.

Some people tell me that I am better speaking thousand words than writing them. May be, I should start audio blogging. Will see where this idea goes in future?

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*I still have a desktop computer, a 6 year old HP, still beats in performance to latest ones. Lately my monitor starts to show erratic behavior. The screen starts to do salsa (picture moves side wise) after every while. After getting it treated twice by a local TV repair mechanic Lallan Singh (lallan taap, I call him) it still shows me moves sometimes. Now, I have had enough (and I didn’t mean money here) to get it there for the third time. Instead I learned the trick; spank it at back fanatically until it’s cleared. I think my PC is in its last days, but still serving me to accomplish one more major task.

I Am a Man And She Is a Woman

Among all the talks about celebrating Women’s Day with the 33% reservation, I read this funny analogy of the current perception of the society.

No matter how much we talk about giving same space to both Women and Men but there will always be many things such as this one remain stuck in everyone’s mind.

In this world we may give equal rights to Homosexuals or Bisexuals but this equality of Women and Men will never be achieved. Not even in the most advanced and modern countries of the world. 

Hi Lanka...!!!

Am alone on a hot summer weekend of Dilli...

Wana try something new.

Thought, why not try some new cuisine.

There I saw in the most unvisited location on earth,
           Hi Lanka....Taste of paradise from the land like no other...
                                          Go on....Give it a try


You could always see Spanish, Italian, Indian, Thai, Chinese, etc... at every second corner of India or World. But in which book of Food in the world Lankan food is called tasty(wonder is there any thing Lanka is known for,except for Ramayana). Who the hell in this mother earth would wana eat Lankan food and become "RAVANA".
But standing in front of the restaurant, from the smell of spices coming out, I could definitely understand that why completely human looking people from Lanka were called "Rakshas"(demons) This was this spice what goes on their head and make them loose their mind. And this is worst if one has 10 heads.


Let me present the menu for you as well,

Original Chicken Kothu Roti

Original Mutton Kothu Roti  

Yummy Sri Lankan Sousage Kothu 

Original Soya Curry Kothu

Cheese & Egg Kothu Roti 

Hi Lanka "Special" Kothu

Godhamba Roti

Pol Sambol

&&

Chicken biryani

Mutton Biryani

Fried Rice

Paneer pakoda

Shahi paneer

Muttor Paneer

and some Cutlet

etc..

So there is ten types of Kothu and Godhamba roti which is made of Kothu.
And if believe their menu the items below were also invented in Lanka, of which the world was unaware till today :P.
Please God "Hanuman" why did you burn whole Lanka and left nothing for poor soles to eat or grow.
But still Guys give this a try. Sometimes in the land of variety tastes having something bad can give you a different feel.
And not to mention eating more than one dish of this at a time can give you stomach cancer.
So, Beware...!!!

Living a Bachelor’s Life...!!!

I have been living bachelor's life for almost 22 months (It isn't that I was married before but in us, we are called bachelor only when we starts to earn and live boring life).

And it never hurt being single more than ever. When I started working, every nuptial Guy (Yah, that’s true. There are no Girls in my team :( ) looked at me with lots of hope while asking about my Girl Friend as if they wanted to listen to their long lost wishes comes true through my mouth. :D And there is no need to tell that I wasn’t received with open arms after they come to know my Orkut status shouts loud, “Single” and got even more irked when got detailed, there are only a couple of girls in my friend list. One of which is my classmate and other one is my junior (hardly a chance for them to salt away).

I was always pushed to work extra hours because I don’t have a Girl; they say “Dude, You can stay late. I have to leave early. I have a family” (I know, U arse, and I am a tube born).

I must spot that the girls are not the only ones who face such or some form of office abuses...!!!

Only now I realise that a past/current relationship in your life can earn you so much mileage in your carrier which your brainpower and social acumen can never do.

Everyone kept on saying the same thing, which I never get was to motivate me or make me look down upon myself, “U r young, smart (???), and bachelor. Go get a girl and enjoy life. What are you doing with your life?” As if I am turning Gay or running away from my birth right of having a girl. Sorry Sir, no matter how much “Spray Mint” be used I could never be as “Kiss Ready” as the Guy in that Ad.

Everyday of my life going forward, I pray to find out the way out of this.

Thou shall bow to me...!!!

“Once there was a talented but unknown Football Player and he had a talented but unknown Coach. Once he scored marvelous Goals in a world cup final match. His team Won. He became a huge Star. He made huge bucks and a gigantic bank balance and big fame. Few days later his unknown Coach of that time came and asked for his share in the fame and money. Saying that it was his training and inspiration what made the player so superb at the game. Hence, he deserves a part. Player said, though Coach was paid enough for his services, deserves thanks but nothing more. It was me who had the talent and did all the performing.
One day they both died in their share of glory and lonesome, one after the other”

This story has no say for who was right or what could be in the best favor of the Player and/or the Coach.
I take myself as one who is not very much in pace with present. But unfortunate to notice instance of misfortune by the end of passing year.
One of those is with someone remotely threaded, Chetan Bhagat.
One Writer (Chetan) writes a book (FPS). Huge success.
Few days later, one Maker makes a movie (3 Idiots) based on script which’s story somewhat inspired by the famous book with his own creativity and nuance. The movie became a huge success. The Writer claims a word of appreciation but movie Maker didn’t like the idea and tried shuttering it with name in credit in the end of the end of movie where even -10D micro glass couldn’t locate it. Which legally fills Writer’s cup with his “share” in the success. Which obviously in this case is not enough for Writer.

Though have had written lakhs of words, Writer is standing stunned and deficient of words this time. As a price of raising voice in against, Writer gets a Legal Notice for bulldozing the nobility of Maker.
Again, I am not quoting it here to give any decision on what is just and fair but it surely gives me one thing that the world is ruled by powerful and dicks. Because they are the one who do anything to make their favor. An intelligent will always try to find the right and just way of doing things.
There are people who are at the top, suck blood and eat flesh of others to remain there.
May be nobody is wrong in ths case but it’s the way world works. Anyone there will behave the same way.
May be science can explain this, “people reaching at top gets their brain leaked through their ears due to low atmospheric pressure outside”. :D
Heard sometime back that “Everyone in this world is a dick, but ones who are at the bottom see assholes above them”.
[This post doesn’t have any concluding idea only because I am still sitting foolish and stupid and waiting for closing remarks]

gOnE Is tHe oNe. mY sInGinG sTaR

" Wed-Jan21-09, it was 2 AM at night, I was trying to sleep and this metal sound coming form Elmira in my room is killing me. I felt like having a Gun and kill that thing which is making that everlasting sound."

Ever wonder how a rat can speak, cook and become the soul behind the fame of a human restaurant. It was ratatouille, a movie rat.
I never expected myself to see a talking RAT in my life but by the miracle of God, I have shared my room with a singing rat.

Though in beginning it panicked me more than calming me, but the days went and I could listened to the music behind that clatter.

Whenever I go to sleep after tiring day at office, my BUDDY often comes to pamper me with his music talent. Manier times I have seen Dog bringing Frisbee back or a cat doing weird stuff in the name of talent, to hell with you all my RAT can sing- a real talent.
Witnessed his very scarcely blessed music talent, I gave him the name "REHMAN".

This forever frustrating job is enough to make me kill myself @ night, Rehman is the one who has shown me light towards life with his lively music.
Wonder how two people of same liking come so close instantly, I and Rehman become the best budds. It was music connecting us. Always wished to have a friend who can listen to me whenever I have lot of things to say, to bring out my anger and he is the one I found beside me doing that.

I started feeling like it is my duty to show this world his immense talent. HE inspired me to pursue my ever wish of learning Guitar. I know I can never be as good as Rehman but may be in future we can give duo music performance. May be later we can give music to movies also, even once dreamed of MJ dancing on our beats.
Hurray.. finally I could leave this life of software mechanic.

I challenge all music humans of this world, my RAT is trained in all those genres of music could be possible. He can play Pop, Rock, Mettle, Grunge, Latin, Hip-hop, Electronic, Jazz, Lounge and some of his own inventions....

We were having a good time, until the cruel hands of time made us apart.
Alas.....I found him hanging through my Elmira, Dead. One of the most dreadful day of my life, I was broke.
Where I can find such a buddy, all my plans of shining and glamorous future shattered.

I couldn't show this world his talent but I want them to know about this music maestro, who was way ahead of his time and left this world before his time.

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with tears in my eyes
my first blog entry to my Budd, Rehman
(Rat in size but Mammoth in talent)