Tuesday, July 27, 2010

London Dreams

Ekta : My boss is a hypocritical, racist #$%&..
Me : Umm.. what happened?
Ekta : I caught a common stomach bug going around london and he jibed saying "Oh, so you caught the Delhi belly long distance.." and the bugger's married to an Indian.. arrrgggghhhh!!!
Me : Hmmm.. you have to get back at him .. Poison him.. :)
Ekta : Yeaaaaaahh!!! Death by Curry!!!!

Friday, July 23, 2010

Fight for our right to love..

I received a message on facebook today from someone I didn't recognize.. The message is amusing and just a tad heartbreaking..

hey friend main (my name goes  here) from peetampura ko dhund raha hoon agar aap ho to plz tamanna se shadi mat karo wo meri girlfriend hai plz ....

For my readers unfamiliar with Hindi, its some hapless soul messaging everyone with my name on facebook imploring them not to marry a a certain Tamanna, his girlfriend.. My overactive imagination has already built up a background story ala bollywood.. Ah the trials and tribulations of love..

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Boys Dont Cry

I would say I'm sorry
If I thought that it would change your mind
But I know that this time
I've said too much
Been too unkind

I try to laugh about it
Cover it all up with lies
I try and
Laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes
'cause boys don't cry
Boys don't cry

I would break down at your feet
And beg forgiveness
Plead with you
But I know that
It's too late
And now there's nothing I can do

I would tell you
That I loved you
If I thought that you would stay
But I know that it's no use
That you've already
Gone away

Misjudged your limits
Pushed you too far
Took you for granted
I thought that you needed me more

Now I would do most anything
To get you back by my side
But I just
Keep on laughing
Hiding the tears in my eyes
'cause boys don't cry
Boys don't cry

The Christmas from hell..

This is what comes out of having to work Christmas eve..

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The box files were stacked by the cartons with care,
In hopes that the client wont find them there;

The errors were nestled all safe out of sight,
While visions of reviews kept me up through the night;

The manager was in a frenzy, the files in my lap,
My eyes they were bloodshot, in need of a nap,

When in the finance bay there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my seat to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But the psychotic CFO, who was drawing near.

With an odd kind of gait, slithery and quick,
I knew in a moment it must that dick.

More rapid than eagles the VP's they came,
And he cussed, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Bakshi! now, Misra! now, Datta and Verma!
Oye, Prakash! Abe, Kumar! Arre, D'souza and Sharma!"

"Hide under your desk! Dive behind the wall!"
From all around me rose such frantic calls.

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,

So in to the store room the Finance team flew,
With eyes ablaze, the CFO followed too.

And then, quite an uproar, I heard from within
The screaming and pleading and confessing of sins.

As I lowered my head, and was turning around,
Out the store room that blighter came with a bound.

A folder of pink slips he flung on the rack,
And recited the names of the ones getting sacked.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

He was fuming and frowning, a right scary sight,
And I shivered when I saw him, overcome by fright;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had plenty to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And fired all the slackers; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his signature aside of the sheet,
And giving a nod, he rose to his feet;

He sprang out the door, his team breathed relief,
And away they all flew some overcome with grief.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he walked out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."

Tuesday, July 20, 2010


Oh please let it rain today.
This city is so filthy, like my mind in ways.
Oh, there was a time, like a clean, new taste...
Smiling eyes before me, inches from my face.

Wash my love.

Sin to sell, buying just a need.
Just who planted all the devils seeds?
And what the truth, the truth that lies at home...
It's on the inside, and I can't get it off.

Wash my love.

What's clean is pure, but hey,
I'm white on the outside, though I stray...
What she don't know today
might kill us both tomorrow.
Bring it back someway.
Back to the clean form,
to the pure form.

Wash my love.

Monday, July 19, 2010


Under the spreading chestnut tree
I sold you and you sold me
There lie they, and here lie we
Under the spreading chestnut tree

"I betrayed you," she said baldly.
"I betrayed you," he said.
She gave him another quick look of dislike.
"Sometimes," she said, "they threaten you with something — something you can't stand up to, can't even think about. And then you say, 'Don't do it to me, do it to somebody else, do it to so-and-so.' And perhaps you might pretend, afterwards, that it was only a trick and that you just said it to make them stop and didn't really mean it. But that isn't true. At the time when it happens you do mean it. You think there's no other way of saving yourself and you're quite ready to save yourself that way. Youwant it to happen to the other person. You don't give a damn what they suffer. All you care about is yourself."
"All you care about is yourself," he echoed.
"And after that, you don't feel the same toward the other person any longer."
"No," he said, "you don't feel the same."

Friday, July 16, 2010

Go figure..

Its uncanny how people evolve into the exact opposites of who they used to be.. Shy, introvert sorta people turn into regular social butterflies.. commitment freaks turn into advocates of casual flings.. and people you had pegged as selfish buggers turn around and surprise you with truly selfless acts..
Im not saying I havent done it myself.. It just startles you sometimes.. especially if you're in a position to draw a before and after kindova picture..
A certain somebody I've known for a while now couldnt stand cigarette smoke.. Mind you, it wasnt just some passing displeasure.. This person had a full blown attack around cigi smoke.. coughing.. inability to breathe.. the works.. matter of fact, an acute desire to be around this person is the primary reason I quit smoking..
But mark the sequel.. just a few years down the line, my reason to quit has now turned occasional smoker! astounds me to no end it does..
Such are the curveballs that life throws at you..
P.S. on the flipside, I cant stand cigarette smoke anymore.. :)
Ah well..

Thursday, July 15, 2010


Oh my dear, 
When I was dreaming, 
I wish you would take your lies elsewhere 
Don't give them to me. 

Oh my friend, 
Old as you are, 
How could I trust you as far 
As I could throw you, brother? 

As to you my love, 
My precious baby, 
If I die be sure to eat me up 
Where I can stay with you. 

Take my flesh, 
And eat it down 
Drink my blood for every pound you can brother. 

We reconcile, our differences, 
When I saw God and the devil walking on and on. 
We reconcile, our different tastes, 
When I saw the devil swimming in the Lord's swimming pool. 

To drink his wine, 
God forgive him, 
Your falling angels doing fine 
He's got you under boards. 

Oh then God, 
This dream may be done, 
How he had given rise to him what would we care. 

If there were no Judas, 
Or there were no devil, 
Where would God and this little boy be now? 
No where I swear. 

Oh it's said, 
When it seems extreme, 
When all we do is reconcile our differences here.

Friday, July 2, 2010

Back in Black..

They said it was just a phase.. They said I'll grow out of it..
I reply with a revving engine and some burning rubber..
I've been too long, I'm glad to be back ..

Here's to following your dreams..