You don't know how it feels... to be me!

Finally... I'm back! It feels so good to be here again... like an e-home for me, this! So, I've made it here, but, as usual, I'm not sure what I'll be writing on... Let's see...

The Election Commission, recently, barred Sanjay Dutt from contesting the 2009 Lok Sabha elections, thanks to his illustrious career in criminology. He is sharing his knowledge over and over and over (oops... toppled) again. Most of us thought Munnabhai might work his magic in the real life too, but then, come to think of it, he doesn’t even know whose photo we have on our currency notes. He needs a Circuit for that! Duh! Time for us to pursue rethinkology!

Talking about rethinkology, I think I should get married. Mmm-hmmm! That probably is the last ditch effort and the trump card too that India can use to stop Pakistan. Though we’ve gotten rid of our conventional practices to quite an extent, boys my age still tie the knot or at least think about it (I'm not trying to hint at their desperation). We don’t get our right girl in a matter of 2 days, you know, like we do in the west (or should I say Wild Wild West!)… so responsible parents start looking for potential bahu contenders pretty early. I wanted to say that I’m ready, yes, I’m ready to marry. But I’m only ready to marry either Mr. Zardari’s or Mr. Gilani’s daughter (if any). Yeah, I'll marry her and ask for dowry. The dowry would be "World Peace”. Well thought of, nay! No… No, no, no… these aren’t inflammatory statements made to excite communal hatred. Please don't chargesheet me. No NSA please!

Mahi and Bhajji have also been under fire for missing the Padma Shri awards. "National awards yaaa... how can they miss it!!!". Hue and cry, clamour of the crowd, booo-hoooo-hoooo, maarroooo maarooo... bhishooom dhishooom! Arre yaar... the awards were scheduled a couple of days before the IPL (I Prefer Lucre)... practise kaun karega! Perform nahi karenge toh joote maroge. The media says that they were shooting ads... ask them, the media, if our heroes had committed the ad people before the dates of Padma were announced. If yes, howzzat for commitment!!! And have you ever asked the award itself, how does it feel? Huh? I spoke to the two Padmas after the ceremony how they were feeling on retaining their freedom, one of them (I couldn't recognise who) said, "We're very happy to get to stay back. There are a few others of my family here who met the same fate. So I, my other sisters and my cousins are planning a celebration, maybe a picnic, this weekend."

And then, in the same ceremony, you had Mr. Action Kumar being rewarded with one of those Padmas for two big achievements - 1). getting unhooked, like never before, on national television by his wife, who had a twinkle in her eye when she did that... I don't exactly remember the denim brand but I suppose it was Lewives (more like giving it all to your wives). 2). For being F.I.R.ed for '1'. Mahi and Bhajji maybe didn't expect the awards and were probably shooting an 'unzipping' act.

And finally... a friend is going away. I haven't known her for so long or so much to feel this sad, but now I know that you don't really need to know someone for so long or so much to feel this way. If there is one thing that I want to do right this moment, it is to not let her go. It's 0210 hours on Tuesday morning and I could drive down all the way, 15 kms to her college, rob her bags and run away before anyone could even yawn. She's being mean, very mean. How can she just... go away! Just like that!!! I uhh...

I've had enough!

Goodnight!

ATMs are so good

I've never been so out of money.

Other than being indebted to a couple of friends, it was also a time for my wallet to stay empty. And by "empty" i mean absolutely empty. Not even a reasonable amount of change inhabiting inside.

I also noticed that my self-confidence was rock bottomming, never so close to absolute zero. Is money the only thing that matters? Absolutely not - they tell me. But...

Are the two related - The amount of money in your pocket and your self-confidence?

I feel they are, especially when you're sitting in a restaurant and wanting to hog.

I've never as much wanted an ATM to be a part of my family.

SAY NO TO CASHLESSNESS!

Hey, I've been... uh...

This is what happens when you start assuming things... 

...(not long back ago) i asked a friend "How have you been?"

He answered - "Not much."

What? You haven't been much? Why would you want to be any more? Aren't you enough already? How much more of you should we be subject to?

He assumed that I’d ask – “What’s up?”, "Sup?" or "Wazza?" or something like that.

Please stop assuming things and making an ASS out of U and ME (ASS-U-ME). Start paying attention. 

Start Listening!

COME ON BABY, SING!

“…for the love you bring won’t mean a thing, unless you sing... sing, sing, sing”

Ever wondered what that one possible thing could be which can keep you busy for an entire day? For the love of it, I can even say it can keep you busy for an entire life, let alone a day. Singing! Yes it is singing. All of humdinger’s previous posts have been written after a personal experience of each of them. So you can rest-assured that all the typing has been “O.K. TESTED” before being splashed on for reading.

Somewhere within oneself, everyone is a singer. No one openly claims to be so, the reasons varying from person to person. Let’s not get into them. You sing, be it in the bathroom while taking your bath, while waiting for your bus, while having coffee with a friend, while thinking, while shaking your leg, even while doing nothing (like I was a little while ago) and what-have-you?

Music is what you’ve been listening to since you were 0-somethings, like your mother-tongue, which is never taught to you. It just happens. So when you’re not using your mother-tongue, or in other terms are not talking… you’re most likely to be singing or humming a fine tune and entertaining yourself.

Being a sucker for music, listening to music and singing his adored tunes are humdinger’s favourite activity. He even enjoys the ‘buffer time’ while listening to music on the internet. Singings leads to the mood-swingings :p Big-time! Just the other day while going to work, in a completely uninterested mood, he started singing “Uptown Girl”, and I bet you are shaking your leg now. And even the naughtiest of moods are submerged by “Tujhe sab hai pata haina maa”. Someone who has flunked in love can be charged up by “Dilbar mere kab tak mujhe aise hi tadpao ge, main aag dil mein laga doonga woh ke pal mein pighal jaoge” and the nostalgic nerve can be easily tickled by “Summer of ‘69”.

So high time we took out those trashed music media from those mahogany caskets and brought them back to life. As Travis rightly sung “…for the love you bring won’t mean a thing, unless you sing... sing, sing, sing”. And after sometime you’d notice the precipitous change in your attitude and in turn more control over yourself. It’d interest you how interestingly you’d be able to remote control your life according to yourself.

(This post brings out such a philanthropic side of me, nahi?)

just for reads

when it comes to blogging, i've had better days than this. certainly! why do i say this? because im at complete short of wit to write anything at all. this is called FORCED BLOGGING, if anyone of you weren't aware. and even while blogging im trying to put up a British accent in my letters, the London one. (all thanks to my new process British Telecom).

it's amazing how browsing through orkut profiles and socialising there can be a favourite pastime activity for someone when you consider that the success rate is less than 10%. some passion needed for sure. when shopping (for your own self) does not fascinate you, nor does an expensive dinner at a classy restaurant. when things like movies and new sneakers don't encourage you enough to get out of bed, dust yourself and get going, then... my dear friend... you are constipated!

i'm still not good with gaudy clothes (oh my gawd!). no sense of the defined style (i just realised that). i'm still good at those basics - jeans and shirts (everytime i'm not going to write something within the brackets). a kurta here and there does not hurt either. then those Chanakya style chappals. wow! (by the way, you couldn't recall Chanakya or his chappals?)

maybe that's very non-materialistic. and saying that to yourself is so self-satisfying.

okay, so basically... socialising is still my favourite pastime activity. i just proved how non-worldly it is. and i still like raju srivastava and russell peters.

that's all my lord! ;)

(sundays can be so bloody... baaah!)
(the last post that i wrote, i now realise, was on a sunday too :D ...yeh toh funny ho gaya... mujhe samajh nahi aa raha main kya karoon. sar peetu ya pankhe se ulta latak ke pankha full speed chala doon! rofl! :D)

notes to myself

it had to, had to, had to be today. today, when 2007 is celebrating its first anniversary, and co-incidentally, its a hippo-happy birthday for 2008. almost two months now since he last visited this place. has been on and off since then, the way he feels about himself.

just last night, he wrote to a female that he likes her name and feels his life is a highway and its been getting on the only nerve he has. he has never suffered from such a lack of thought wherein he wants to message but does know what to. even the radio was playing dard-e-disco at that time. but then he didn't want that message to funnel down into negativity, so he just asked her for a babies' day out... and pop came the reply... "what do you mean by a babies' day out?". the energy to describe and explain had drained by then. somethings are meant to be explained, somethings are meant to be said and explained... for everything else you have him!

anyway, he just wanna say... why bother with what happened yesterday! but if he says he's been perfectly alright, he'd be lying. you possibly cannot be perfectly alright at any possible time of possibility. however, unless and until, time and again, you go all-out to reach for the abysmal pit, you'd never hit the floor! yeah... its true... all the stars and boulevards ain't close enough for you...

the first half of two thousand and seven was all about an endless craving for the bachelor's for him (whatever! i'm talking about the graduation degree, you!!!), which quite mockingly has still not arrived. he has met quite a few very interesting people this year. some expected. some accepted. and some, just excepted. he might just take a resolution. now that, is unexpected!

this other lady tells him that 'men are dogs', then she tells him 'men always like blondes... and blondes are dumb', no wonder then, that every blonde has a pet dog, around which she can get drunk and dance. and quite interestingly enough, he just predicted how an ex-couple would patch up on this last day of 2007 as this last day is so speacially emotional for couples and especially for all exes. it eej the EX effect!

beharhaal, he's had a good year, yeah a pretty good one. the degree, the job, the new city, the parties, the stress, the moods, the people, the transitions, the falling-in and falling back-off... o humdum suniyo re

as much as he liked the year, he'd not want to party on the ultimate day. he likes it different. the whole world would be partying out. there would be no place for even the nails to peep out. how about a night-out at his home, or a friend's... with something to drink, something to listen and something to talk about! conversations take no time to begin with him around, but rest assured, they take a long time to end. you think you know him, think again! well, you probably knew him all along...

although, he'd like to change the way he lives, he's still liking it. perhaps, things somehow find a way to just even themselves out. like he looks younger than he is, but he sounds older than he is. he's is not in a fix. you get some, you lose some. it's just another way of evening things out. by the way, what are you doing this evening? would you... uhmm!

he thinks. he believes. he feels. he’s humorous. he’s calm. he’s quiet. he’s talkative. he’s in good shape. he’s a foodie. he's a quaint young thing. he's not much into movies. he's fine. he’s on orkut!

yet again, he does not know why does he write... it's only after he does, he finds a meaning in it. it's been a while though, since he had been at it. and its always a good way to vent things out of you, he feels. he's a laid-back character. sometimes just a little too laid-back for his own good. he's a gem of a character... one of his favourite chocolates is gems, and he's proud to announce that. he’d like his name to be remembered for ages to come. he’d want to be a revolutionist, cause he believes there are far too less in that category, especially in the present age.

these seem like the last few lines of the post. all-in-all, he owes to life, which's given him so much. there's always so much to learn from it. he's high on life. you bet, he is. being humdinger, is not, after a whole lot all, an easy task. everyday is exactly the same... it's you who make the difference. hutch is now vodafone. airtel still remains. one day, koi bhi apne naam se nahi jaana jayega. ;)

i guess the subject and the narrator of this post were the two same men. the good young man. the humdinger.

up high i feel like i'm alive for the very first time...
up high i'm strong enough to take these dreams and make them mine!


an autobiography...

...from him to him!

and finally... he'd like to do it in the traditional way...

"a very happy new year to all of you"

BYE BYE 2007...WELCOME 2008! rofl

COMMA A LITTLE

think, think, think a little over what you've been doing!

oh, wait a minute! don't start thinking from the day that you were established (you'd not be able to do that anyway). start thinking from as long back as you can.

(let me tell you this in the very beginning itself - please ignore the grammatical errors. it's 0407 hrs right now!)

think a little before you think the way you think. think a little over the way you've acted. think a little over what's going on here! do you know? keep reading.

pause a little. wait a little. think a little. COMMA A LITTLE... not only when you write, even when you act. you might be a writer, maybe a journalist, a blogger [:)], a freaskster, or maybe a THINKER. still, think a little.

it's such a teensy-weensy bit ---> (,), but means such a might-hefty lot.

a comma before and after everything makes you raymond - the complete man! no, no, no, it makes you a better person. yeah, a bet...ter, person! yes, i'''''m sure.

i do not know what's happening here. blogging usually happens to me, err... i usually happen to blogging either when my mind's been thinking for quite sometime, one... or two, my mind's been in a state of numb for quite sometime. i do not know what reason is it this time. i might not know it tomorrow either. all i know is that Diwali is round the corner, so comma a little before you fire the fire-crackers to crack them up (and make the world a more polluted place to live in).

PLAY SAFE! comma a little.

P.S. - please... think a little before you think that this post is issued in public interest for safe diwali. NO! it has not been. comma a little...

Just an FYI - i've used as many as 20 commas in this post. that's quite a lot of thought that's been put into it! :)