Mystic Blue

Dream of a new bloom

2012-09-20T18:08:00.000+05:30

In the passing wind, sighed the bud by the river
A distant dream to float just floated off in the passing wave
A floating petal, a wish that crashed with a shiver
A dry leaf, the one which floated off in the wave

Little did the bud know, a beautiful bloom it would be
Sad it stood drooping, as if awaiting its doom to come
Heard the sobs, was a dotted old swirling little bee
Was a bug or so a pest but stood strong a hope for some

Brought in the magic seeds of love, to wipe away the gloom
Prayed to the god of light and the maiden of rains
Astonished, she bloomed to a glowing bright red bloom
Not the wind or the sun, even the river forgot its pains

Then came a day and so did the wind, in rushing spree
Was born a wave, a kiss of love to the river flowing
The floating petal, the wish of a new born and the bee
Stood the bloom, exited and all lost but forever glowing

Cubicle Paranoia - Face the Fear

2012-09-19T12:36:00.000+05:30

A wish I had almost six months back was to bring doom to someone whom I thought added to the pain I was in at that time. Out of frustration, I wrote the above line and wola..the solution to it was just there..right in front of my eyes..

"A wish I had almost six months back was to bring doom to someone whom I thought added to the pain I was in at that time."

So there it was..the problem was in this I..tried my level best to keep him off the thoughts..but all failed..then one fine day I wrote a mail to him and also a friend request on a popular social networking site for working professionals..Many days without a reply..and then he replied..haha..some unknown level of satisfaction that I was able to face this guy..I am not sure why but something in this fella always made me feel uncomfortable and felt like I am scared of him..hahaha...
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There are many things which I would prefer to be left under the stone..mainly due to corporate ethics and also professional practices..Its after all a small world..I forgave him..but still do remember his name..someday... :D

Tribute

2012-09-11T21:34:00.003+05:30

A moment of silence to all those souls departed..

Mumbai - A New Chapter in My Life

2012-09-11T21:31:00.003+05:30

After a brief stint of over 3 years, fate now has me in the city of dreams fondly called Mumbai..Not much changes since I left almost 6 years back..The city is always on the rise..as there is no space left on the ground..Sky scrappers are all over..hot n humid thru the year..a city that comes to a standstill with one strong downpour..etc etc...all that apart..I thank this mighty maximum city for giving me a chance to come over and live with the million dreamers.....

SO here I start again...armed with my tweets and a few new ideas...

The stuff around here will still be mystic..sorrounded by a hue of blue...a very mystic..very blue..

Welcome back to Xetared :)...Welcome Mumbai to XetaRed..A blue carpet welcome to the dream city..

Jokes Just Jokes

2011-03-06T16:05:00.002+05:30

A lawyer was well into a lengthy cross-examination of a witness, stopped and said: "I object, Your Honor! One of the jurors is asleep."

The Judge ruled: "You put him to sleep... You wake him up."

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Santa and Banta were looking at an Egyptian Mummy at a museum. Santa: Look so many bandages, pakka lorry accident case.

Banta: Yes you are right. See lorry number is also written BC 1760 !!!

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Santa Singh decided to start a chicken farm so he bought a hundred chicks to begin with. A month later he returned to the dealer for another hundred chicks because all of the first lot had died. Another month later he was back at the dealers for another hundred chicks, for the second lot had also died. 'But I think I know where I'm going wrong,' said Santa. 'I think I'm planting them too deep.'

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Personal Manager to New job applicant: "Why did your manager fire you?"

"Well a manager is the man who stands around and watches others work, right? " the young applicant replied.

"Yes, but why did he fire you?"

"He was jealous of me. A lot of workers thought i was the manager!"

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Customer care officer: I need a product identification no: right now and may I help u in finding it out?

Cust: sure

CCO: could u left click on start and do u find 'My Computer'?

Cust: I did left click but how the hell do I find your computer?

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A tourist goes to Africa and asks his tourist guide while walking in the jungle, “Are we safe here? Aren’t there cannibals around here?”

And the tourist guide says, “Yes. You can be sure there is no cannibals in Africa.”

And the tourist says, “But there may be still some cannibals.”

And the tourist guide says, “No, rest assured. We ate the last one last Monday.”

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Tourist: "Look Guide, Here are some LION tracks."

Guide : "Good. You see where they go and i will find out where they came from!".

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United Yet Divided

2011-03-06T16:04:00.005+05:30

Everyday in some form or the other, we come across a statement which says that we citizens are united and nothing can split us apart. We blame politicians. We blame the Media. We blame the western world but there is one section which we never consider or never blame..Wondering who they are??..don’t be surprised…Its each of us. A great democracy and a wonderful country Indeed. Not to offend anyone but everyone in our land needs an identity which they firmly believe, would be found in some foreign land. Irony isnt it. If this wasn’t worse, imagine the situation the home ministry is tackling these days. Many around, need a separate piece of land for themselves. Surprising to see that people are still interested in seeing our land divided. A division happening within India in very much valid but talk about the northern peak of the country, we feel our blood boiling. I believe that if we oppose the division of the northern sector then we shouldn’t be speaking about a division within the country.

At this stage, I might sound like someone living in utopia. A perfect place. Yes..No doubt I am staying in a wonderful piece of land. The trouble is we are so very much attached to this piece that we need it all for ourselves. Someone comes says something and wola...We are out to fight without even thinking for a minute. Well..one situation of thought for everyone. Long back, our country was a cluster of small kingdoms. Many came, ruled us. We say that we accepted them all. But may be the wrongs prevailed. So there were lots of small kingdoms in an area called Hindustan. Someone from outside came and gathered under one umbrella..I know this will be opposed..So re-quoting..We united for opposing someone who came from outside. We were then called “Divided yet United” or Unity in Diversity. Let’s think about today..We are fighting for separate pieces..May be a route back to those dark ages of our country..We are very much united..More or less “United yet Divided”.

Internet - The Wowee Wobbly Web

2011-03-06T16:04:00.002+05:30

There was a time when we all used to flock to the library or to the nearest relative for a book when we had a doubt about anything in life. There also was a time when we used to talk to everyone rather than just a ping or tweet. A letter used to mean a blue colored Indian Postal Service Envelope and not the electronic version of it. No one had a mobile phone and the phones which used to exist were meant to talk and not to play games. I sometimes wonder the way we are taking our life. I will take my case as an example and will support that by saying that I am one among those goofed up geeks who wished for a search option when reading my early morning newspaper. Sounds weird...isn't it...yes it is weird. We are so used to the Internet that more than information sharing & making our life better...It is actually becoming a way of life for us. Imagine a day...forget weeks n months...Just a day without your phone..your internet connection...your TV...and all that we depend on for a healthy life style...what will we do..Well the irony is..all these still depend on things which could cease to exist anytime..on one end we say that life is to be lived..but the question is are we indeed living our life or are we being lived…Am not sure...what do you think?...

Hyderabad - Kohinoor of India

2011-03-06T16:03:00.000+05:30

Kohinoor - the mountain of light and one wouldn’t be foolishly romantic in calling this city so! Now that it has been officially christened as the ‘light of India’, why don’t we try to follow this illuminated path and surrender ourselves to the inviting charm of this archaic, rich and fascinating city? There has to be some blinding effect, which has catapulted this kind of expeditious development of the city; and we are going to find it for sure!

To begin with, lets try to venture into this 400 years old, richly cultured city and find out what is it that appeals so much to us and leaves us wanting little more the more we get to know about it.

Wouldn’t it be a good idea to start right from the beginning and see what was the force that made Hyderabad what it is today!!

The city was ruled by two great dynasties of Asaf Jahis and Qutab Shahis. Since that period itself it has attracted traders and had been great center for commerce. Not to forget that it was the largest princely state in India. The boundaries of this royal city were sketched on the map long back on 01 Nov’56 when Andhra Pradesh was redrawn on linguistic lines. Back then the fourth king of Qutab Shahi Dynasty built Hyderabad.

Legend has it that he built it for his love Bhagmati, who was later called Hyder mahal and thus this city was named. Now isn’t that quite interesting. He described it as Paradise of Earth. Quite truly the weather here is not extreme so one seldom experiences the incessant rains or high temperature. Evenings here are generally fragrant with brisk air and winters are cozy.

Another very important feature that makes it a favorite destination for people with royal gustatory appeal is its - cuisine. Its culinary specialties range from the Hyderabadi biryani; haleem, biscuits, Nan and many more like Nahari, Pathar ka gosht and Bagara Baingan. I think the mention itself is enough to tingle the taste buds!! A true paradise for foodies indeed!!

This city also boasts of its pearl bangles and other fascinating accessories like famous heavily brocaded Dharmavaram silk sari. Other favorites are the Ikkat from Pochampalli, the Venkatgiri and Narayanpet Cottons, and the unique Gadhwal, which has a cotton body with rich silk border. Few others, which have indelible imprints on the heart of shoppers, include the Kalamkari printing using a kalam (pen) and vegetable dyes and Batik a process involving wax and dyes.

These do cost a fortune but hardly deter the willing hearts.

Hyderabad does full justice to adventurous beings too. Amusement parks like Treasure Island give you opportunities like horse riding (something very close to my heart!), Go -Karting and swimming. Then you also have sailing club in Hussain Sagar Lake and a flying club in the center of the city- the Andhra Pradesh Aviation Academy. Wow! Didn’t it strike a note somewhere in your heart!

The other avenues to enjoy life include thriving discotheques, pubs, theme villages, snow parks etc.

Life in a folder

2011-03-06T16:01:00.002+05:30

It’s considered to be the best of life styles and does attract a lot of attention when you take in the trademark deep breath with a pause and say that “I work for a company at so and so number in the word”. It sure is a matter of pride for many. It’s a way for life for lot may people including me. For some it’s a thing which would help them in all that they do. But whatever the reason is and whomsoever you talk to, either praises or curses this technology buffet in some way or the other. It would be foolishness if I start saying about what IT does for everyone. There is not a single person I know without an e-mail Id of their own. Be it a kid who is 2 years old with an account in a social networking site (Their dads make it for them with pride) or an 85 year old veteran doing a video conferencing with his son who is settled in some far across nations, technology has not only touched but has tightened its grip on everyone in some way or the other.

A day at office, for one in the industry usually starts by checking their emails. This would be followed by starting off with the chores assigned to them. With coffee breaks and cigarette sessions, the watches are glanced upon a million times during the day…Please don’t think that its to see when its going to be 6..its usually to run back to the work stations with a thought of how to tackle the next meeting. As the day goes by and by the time we reach home, finish off the tasks at home and settle down to relax…the first thing that we reach out for is our cell phones.. be it high ends or low ones, we have our share of songs and pictures arranged neatly in them. When we retire to bed with a book in hand, we usually read something to sooth our senses or something which would help us improve at work. Probably some book to awaken the senses for a better career deals or some to think out of the box.

Well.. as the cycle continues, isn’t it time to actually stop for a minute and think about the fact that we are actually not living in boxes to think out of it…No matter how messed up our living room in, we live an organized and disciplined life in a folder.

Nila Nila

2011-01-09T10:16:00.000+05:30

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2011-01-05T11:02:00.000+05:30

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Snaps from the Maximum city

2010-09-21T00:29:00.000+05:30

From the city of dreams...where everyone is king..where the rich is getting richer and the poor is no going anywhere...where people fight...claim of it as their own..probably the city with highest number of migrants..the city which in someway or the other has made its way into the life of every Indian..and probably much of the world as well..

what can you relate this to??

Lonely..very lonely.. :(

Think..there is so much left in a broken bulb..this once used to lighten the path for us..broke..now abandoned..Aint this true everywhere???

I will call this freedom..

And this is Happiness..

Whats left to say?..

Just like that..eehhee

Triangle love story..:D

Count the colors..

I know that this post is getting streched..Let me present to you..the SOULFOOD of Mumbai..

Hot n Steamy - Vada Paav..I did go for a second serving...Yummyyy

Published 2 poems in authspot..A milestone reached..

2010-09-21T00:10:00.000+05:30

Yippee..got 2 of my poems published..online..Just a milestone may be..but I know my way..

http://authspot.com/poetry/in-the-rain-7/

http://authspot.com/poetry/let-go-but-they/

Do visit..

Wings Of Love

2010-09-21T00:03:00.000+05:30

These snaps reminded me of true love :) ..and probably much more than that..

When was the last time you pecked your loved one with so much care ???

I truly can be a paparazzi..oops..privacy invaded..sorry folks..

My Fav snap...she's eager for a shot...he's pissed off..

What a mean world it is???...Kaam khatam...shurrrrr

Khunnas???...Might be thinking how to kill me for making his gal fly away??...

Also found were a few other couples..

Old chaps I think...seasoned in love..least bothered of my presence..hehe

When these guys came face to face..I thought it will be a kissy wissy..but they just sat like this for some 15 odd mins..AND FLEW AWAY...Darnnnn...

In the rain

2010-09-19T12:16:00.000+05:30

The first drop of tears fell
rolled down the rosy cheeks
packed to the brim with love
has what the heart has to say

I would say, a tear does talk
tales of joy, of sorrow and more
some get buried in the pink lips
some die down in the waiting palms

like the lonely drops of rain
pure and virgin, yet it falls
ripped apart by the waitng sand
only to be drenched and drowned

standing by the window, in the rain
inside its cozy and so very warm
my soul now outside in the rain, all drenched
not waiting, but watching the falling droplets

Let Go...But They??

2010-09-19T11:08:00.000+05:30

Heavy on the heart, tired is the soul
Glad to carry, we live on with the load
Hard to see, Cloudy eyes with tears
Why live just die, can't you just let go

Once its a girl, then its someone close
care for you, but do quench their thirst
They thrive and live glad, you sure fall
dont fight them, but cant you just let go

It grows, a spreading tree, snap it now
clean the air, stale now hard to breath
beats your heart, even now for them
dont forget them, but cant you just let go

You are the one, not much left in there
They live, glad and you just a thought
Mounting is the burden, they are now free
Burn it, shed it, just let go...but...they ??

Poetry - Afterlife

2010-09-08T10:20:00.002+05:30

I am just another guy
A dream to live before i die
Its burning all around, ego and pride
No one is spared, it was a fun ride

I was alive, was too loyal
I now burn alone, they set the pyre
Today they laugh, let it be
A dawn will come, them wishing for tears to come

Am now buried, deep down under you
don't be scared the soil is loose, so are you
As time goes by, a seed will thrive on me
roots digging deep on my emotions

That tree indeed wont hurt you
wont cause you any harm
you changed and died, forgot me
I live with more love for you.

Mumbai--How the place spoiled my vacation..................... :(

2010-08-31T20:35:00.000+05:30

Main was to leave my wifey home for delivery..all set and done..we started to Mumbai..forget the shivers n trembles of a so called super fast..God..landed in mumbai...into a taxi strike and heavy rains...Its now the 3rd day here...am at home..looking out to somebody else's house and feeling satisfied..Man..I need more space...a bit more will do..not the SKY at least...trust me I have been running around since morning for a snap...but all that I could find was either a building blocking a hill view or an over flowing sewage....Aaaargh...My wife will kill me for saying this..:)..but life backin Hyd was just too good...

And now...just to add to it...Here comes a news..."Heavy rains predicted for the next 24 hrs"

So ...House arrest or rest...name it what ever you want...I AM BORED IN THE MAXIMUM CITY... :(
(Just got poked by my wife for saying this..eehhee)

Scratch :( - The first scratch on my Car

2010-08-24T19:01:00.002+05:30

It finally happened..something which I had always dreaded..A scratch..God!!!..

but to be honest...I am kinda consoling myself saying that

"If you don't drive..you don't get scratches"

Rain Rain..Oh Rain!!!

2010-08-22T20:15:00.000+05:30

Off-late it has been raining heavily in Hyderabad..I am not sure about why it starts raining when we leave office in the evening...The first drop touches the ground and my windscreen the very moment we leave..Somedays we get stuck..full bumper to bumper traffic...gosh...sometimes sewage water overflowing a narrow underpass..half tire level...all these the negatives..push them aside...the monsoon does bring very beautiful skies to our city..its so beautiful that I always end up clicking them...ooh...I just love the views...posting a couple of snaps..a peep into the abode of gods..from the city of Nizams through my bedroom window...

Trees with legs :)

My small garden

It was this bad a week ago..

Couldnt see anything..but just clicked..heehee

Laughing Clouds..

Can you see the eyes..nose..mustache and a smile..

Doesn't this look like a lazy strokes of a painter?

no comments..i was speechless to see the colors..

See the patterns...wooo...

Friday the 13th --Ooh--Freaky

2010-08-13T12:24:00.000+05:30

A freaky movie..and above all Friday the 13th is 'the most widespread superstition'

The sixth day of the week and the number 13 both have foreboding reputations said to date from ancient times, and their inevitable conjunction from one to three times a year (there happens to be only one such occurrence in 2010, in the month of August) portends more misfortune than some credulous minds can bear.

According to some sources it's the most widespread superstition in the United States today. I would say that it has to be counted in the top list of superstitions across the world.

Some people refuse to go to work on Friday the 13th; some won't eat in restaurants; many wouldn't think of setting a wedding on the date.

Someone's misfortune...passed on and on through centuries...adding on all sort of spices to be feared by the world...Strange!!!...

Well...On a personal level...I will have to be very cautious today...

India..Oh! My India

2010-08-13T11:13:00.001+05:30

Before I even start thinking of writing this blog..

A very Happy Independence to All my fellow country Men..Proud citizens of a wonderful country. Vande Mataram..
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Another Independence Day coming up..An entry in the calendar..Frowning folks as its falling on the weekend..No Holiday..Dry day is a reason to be sad for many..Yes..that's more or less it..That's what independence means to us now..I was just wondering how much it actually matters..

As our first Prime Minister said “At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awake to life and freedom. A moment comes, which comes but rarely in history, when we step out from the old to the new, when an age ends, and when the soul of a nation, long suppressed, finds utterance….. We end today a period of ill fortune, and India discovers herself again.”

I don't know about the country going for a re-discovery now.But if we the people do a bit of retrospection we would doubt the presence of patriotism around us.

If I was to divide the patriots in types..

Class 1 - Rarely spotted at crowded places but always seen at Red Fort on 15th August.

Class 2 - Office Goers..They remember it as its a Holiday..Cleaning, dusting etc etc

Class 3 - Found everywhere. The common man. Who is least bothered about these things.

and I am not sure where to put the most important of folks...The defence personnel and the students. The people who are actually looking forward to the independence day..Flag hostings, Parades and fun..Love you guys..You are really a class apart.

And the current situation is...now 63 years...It takes an Aamir Khan and a channel to tell us "Aditi Devo Bhava"..Incredible India ...right?...It was incredible..Many doubt it now.....Funny Isn't it?..

This is a wake up call...To stand united against all forces of bad and evil..As one country..As an Indian..As You...Jai hind...

A song from me - "Bunnies and Birds"

2010-08-12T11:47:00.000+05:30

.....Hey Its a bunny, Hey its a bird
.....Shut up and sleep,its just a cloud

Flying around careless, the mighty whites
some white, some black, some shaded grey
come out and see the ones,at those heights
its sun then the rain, some as we pray

.....Hey Its a bunny, Hey its a bird
.....Shut up and sleep,its just a cloud

once when i was a kid,a real spoiled brat
away from home, up on the green meadows
Saw one, with the look of a nasty rat
Ran home, never looked at the shadows

.....Hey Its a bunny, Hey its a bird
.....Shut up and sleep,its just a cloud

today when i looked,out my big french window
saw a clear sky, all of blue and gloom
then it came, a small mushy white dove
i smiled as it filled whites from the loom

.....Hey Its a bunny, Hey its a bird
.....Shut up and sleep,its just a cloud

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First attempt...do comment...Thanks

Photo Journalism - An Amazing Career

2010-08-12T10:20:00.000+05:30

It was something which I was waiting to hear since long. Always wanted to do something nice and niche. If related to writing..Nothing like it. and if it has a flavour of travel and photography..Woweee..I am in for it...Well so giving all the credit to Wiki for helping me with the details and also Google (My Guru...and so for many others)..Please read on...

Photojournalism is a particular form of journalism that creates images in order to tell a news story. It is distinguished from other close branches of photography when the qualities like Timeliness, Objectivity, Narratives.

Like a writer, a photojournalist is a reporter but he or she must often make decisions instantly and carry photographic equipment, often while exposed to significant obstacles (physical danger, weather, crowds).

People have been using images to depict events for centuries, from rock paintings to engravings in major newspapers. The first big event to be captured in photography was the Crimean War, establishing the groundwork for the professional field of photojournalism. Initially, photographs were often used to accompany text stories to provide some variation and visual interest, but over time, images began to be used more exclusively to narrate stories in the media.

The field of photojournalism is distinct from that of documentary photography. Although both involve taking photographs which are objective, honest, and informative, photojournalism involves photographing specific events, while documentary photography focuses on ongoing situations. A photographer who follows traditional farmers in rural England is a documentary photographer, while a photographer who takes pictures of the aftermath of a suicide bombing for publication in the news is a photojournalist.

Both film and digital cameras, along with video cameras, can be used by photojournalists. The equipment tends to be state of the art, with many photojournalists seeking out lightweight, rugged equipment so that they are not hindered by the tools of their trade. Getting the perfect picture can also involve a fair amount of danger, as it involves being present on the front lines of an event. At the Queen of England's garden party, this may not be terribly risky, but photographers who work in war zones and in periods of civil unrest face significant risks.

I found this interesting. Hope its of interest to you as well..Thanks for reading.

Courtesy : Wikipedia and www.wisegeek.com

Letter from the past

2010-08-11T22:47:00.000+05:30

All this started in 2004. I wonder why I used to plead to every for posting comments in my blog..haha..that blog was everything for me..One article I write..I wanted everyone to read and comment on it..an excerpt below

"and those of you folks who are reading this are expected to put comments about what you read..and not just simply closing and leaving.....welll...pleaseeeeeeee dont dont close ...read on...2005 was bizzare...really bizzare...i call it the late 2k + 5..."

Let me start from the year 2004..I was slogging and really pissed off by what i was doing at my first job...I was a kiddo among all present there..hmm lemme recall..there was a guy called JK ..then RK..and apna old fella...I really was on the run after he put my name in the most wanted list for taking a long leave and being absconding for 10days...hahaha..it realy was fun when he said that.."welcome back..I thought u ran away"....spooky #$@$@#$$.....there I was with a future full of fog and dog s***...I had to quit...and then it happened ..someone from a BPO ( familiar among the top players..sorry ..no points for guessing)..called up and said that I have been shorlisted..cool dude..but chuck it ..I have to celebrate my new year...so we met up..Mocha ( he was christined Torappan recently..)..Sammy ( those who know him ..pyaar se..apna phugga..reason is classified..) and me..at a wanna-be-pub in vashi ( there were no pubs in vashi...till date )..and had a blast( literal ones!! ) and some burps (haha..u got it right..)..Amma was at home during that time..Dad was busy packing bags as he was on the verge of another transfer to Himachal Pradesh ( but this time with a promotion..congrats dad..)....shopping shopping!!!!!!!!!....this was the only thought I had for those ten days..dont ask me what I bought.....after a nerve breaking series of interviews...yippeeee....I am selected for the job...I really slept well that night...thisngs were going fine at our office..then change stuck like a hurricane...we were shifted to a new location...really among the call centre guys...( Mr.Chetan Bhagat..if u are reading this, I really agree with what you have potrayed in ON@TCC)..those guys really have a tough time..either their boss or the client..SCREWS them!!!!.....we were just getting used to this new atmosphere when we were put into an all-night shift...TERROR STUCK!!!....no options..I was in search of a green pasture but what I got was even drier than a desert...shift starting from 6:30..all the way till 4:30..am...tell me how will you guys behave if you have to...travel from vashi to malad during peak hours ( 2 1/2 to 3 hours one way )...work through the night ( this was fun!! ) and then in a state of unconciousness, you get a drop half way home..then catch a train and off to vashi..then a bus to home...I was not having any problem doing this but everyone around me was hellbound in me changing the job or atleat asking for a shift change..shift change ..no way possible ...so after 7 months...I again started to search for a greener pasture...got many a calls but wasnt able to attend many...few of them were stinky...between this Mocha shifted to bangalore..a nice thing to happen..am really proud of you my boy...u really fought well..and came victorious...

Changes again were happning in my life..some time in Jan..Amma called and said that I have to shift from my relatives place..within 24hours..god knows what went wrong..who cares afterall..but I had to shift ( anything for her... )...along came a friend who did show the courtesy to accomodate me in his pew...he was in the day shift and myself in the night ..really a tough time...blah!!!!!!!

gosh..I was fed up of running here and there, and was in a dire need to live life on my own...so again the hunt began..this time for a better job and most important a place of my own to stay ... luck favoured fast this time and I got an apartment ( my regime...a wolf's lair )...and a job in one of the top companies in the world..my life changed and also changed was my approach to it....am just mid way here..Life started to root..I started liking what I was doing..may be that is where I belonged..nice boss and a good enough job..high expectations..life was good...Out in that company I met my wifey..well time changes when you have company...Thats another story..another post maybe..so standing on the corpse of the time that went by...its breath still remaining....I am screaming....and screaming....and screaming....and screaming....and screaming....and screaming..................phew!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!