holiday boom

Holidays are supposed to be funnnnnnnn!


But standing in line to book a ticket is not my idea.



Yeah,



The fresh breeze of the mountains does make you forget it



And it also compensates for the stench of the room which has been used numerously before your arrival

Any place new but has its own charm-- the exploration, the people and sometimes new ways of life


The terrifying result of a vacation is the sleepy office eye the day after and the dull ache in the nape. Sometimes it is aggravated by the looks of the so called not so lucky onlookers.

Why is it difficult for people to come to terms with the fact that everyone has different needs at different times.

Why do I have to be the bulls eye- not that there are any Robin Hoods around- and thank God for that!

To be able to be happy all you need is to be yourself
BUT SOMEONE IS NOT HAPPY SEEING OTHERS BEING THEIR HAPPY SELVES

and that is what may disturb the other also- Like Newton said something about action and replay...(See I guess I flunked Physics)

Then the enormous moment of truth... When to pop the question; which I feel is more tedious than asking for a raise!!!!!!!!!!

The moment has to be diverted from sales figures to nature- a stretch too long and circuitous. The mood has to be developed and a week moment to be snatched under the adversary's eyes.

Careful! It should not look like a wise one then or a retribution later.

Finally smooth operation under the covers to transform the workstation so that it does not look haunted while you were away.

I guess I relax only the week after.

home alone

Is it so difficult to find a decent home in the city

the whole world seems to own one and all of them bought it much cheaper than what they offer now for but they still don't go so well

For one thing - the paperworx

No body comes out clean here

can no one be trusted?

and if the bubble bursts--- it will be the worst ever

come to think of it Of all people going 100 km from the city to buy a house

Neemrana--- the most fuck all of all places

and they call it an investment

Go to Hell!

Don't blame me as I am frustrated

One I have to deal with those bastards that call themselves Property Dealers

A nasty lot Goodfornothings who don't have a profession and don't want to get a life

And every one seems to be enjoying it thoroughly

Its like I am trying to make love and 100 people cheering around me and saying"Do This" and "Do That"

Can you beat that?

Finally I know one thing for sure that whatever I do I am not going to make a silly decision like my friend A--- who buys something in Gurgaon at a high rate and has not even seen the place !

Or for that matter H who will ruin their life by travelling 4 hours every day just b coz they will not change residence. I am pretty much sure he will never have the time to read this let alone comment

Is it not better to spend or save somewhere else?

Any way that the thought that I live for the moment with and still searching...

corporate

Why can't I get a vacation?

Why am I perceived as a lesser professional just because I am more of a comic and can't pull
that serious countenance for long?

Is working in a corporate setup all about those brooding looks?

Or the late hours?

People do that becuse they have not worked all through the day!

Why is the company like a new shoe-that looks so appealing from the outside and on the insides bites you in the sides.

Work for all its worth is done by all

There is not more that a 10% differnce in good and bad quality on the part of the worker. Its the shirker who replaces the worker at the time credit has to be taken.

But then its this 10% that defines the men from the boyz

Nonethe less, how does this ascertain that a jovial happy go lucky colleauge is a child of a lesser God?

Think...

Delhi Roads!

A signboard there says" Going Driving on Delhi Roads-Remain Calm, Keep Cool"
Why is this aggresiveness relentless on the roads?
Is there something to do with the big city thing?
All of whose denizens are small town crowd pullers. The basic fact that bogs me down has more to do with emancipation. As you climb the ladder of so called sucess why does it seems even more difficult to be connected with the ground realities?
Nobody ever stops if there is an injured or for that matter a dead man on the road.
Socially a small town teaches you some lessons in which people are forced to live as a community. You can be identified and your sins purged in no time. But why do we forget the same when in this anonymous big city.
"The other day I saw someone do this,that" is everyone's favourite line
Does any one say "I" did it ?

Sometimes maybe we can be more sensible and give out a helping hand.
Remember we deserve our roads !

slumber in my eyelids

I have this feeling of un-easy-ness, a certain maze of distorted thoughts. It would be well if it ended here but it goes on to give a convulated feeling to my existance creating for itself a complete misnomer.

What's with the hoopla we make about our life even though I think we're not even worth it !
Like ants crawling on a wall we will also be squashed one day much before our share of eternity gets to us.

Life may be, but death is not as fastidious. It hits without the charm or the mystery we link it with, whether its -- an overturned car, a needle that went wrong or a breath that no one ever heard.

Just that its done so many rounds that it's all in a days work. Sometimes the nauseating fragrance continues to linger long after the entity expires-not to mention the wrinkled albums biting into dust for ages.

But the proverbial life still goes on as the sprouts generate from seeds of a long dead plant-a tiny capsule of all genetic information and more mutataion it will ever require. From here encompasses hope to us the living and the not-so living, to forge ahead for a new sunrise.