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When it rains it pours...suddenly i have verbal diarhoea (at this point i open word to check the spelling)............................. ..................."Diarrhea"...that doesn't look right....checking "new websters expanded dictionary"....definition: 'a morbidly frequent evacuation of the intestines'

*grin*

why do most guys have this morbid fascination for all things disgusting and grose? or is that gross...like bass is not 'base', but 'bass'...like the fish i think....

i just visited a friends blog http://typolis.net/kraftedlogic, and he had a map there that displays the % of the world he has visited...and this guy has visited quite a few countries in europe, been to a few places in south east asia...(well....one place, South Korea :) ...and in all he's - correction - he has (he's would be he is) seen 5% of the world...

I've been to exactly '0' places outside India. I'm a true patriot you see - given that India gave the world '0'. ;)

isn't there a game called 'tag!'?

...though i think in India we call it 'lock & key' ...'you're it' or 'it' is also the same thing...

I'm guessing you can tell a fair bit about a person's personality by just looking at the 'tags' that make up their blog...

...which in turn make up their 'world'....

(strange percussion music in the background)

you are now enlightened.


(what? read the 'tag'line of this blog - "self indulgence guaranteed")

...just realised that i'm sharing my thoughts....as they'd occur in my head.....i'm sharing them through my fingers into this blog, without ever speaking them...no voice....

so there's so much noise in my mind...and yet everything is communicated in so much silence.

also, so many people (..uhhh...) will be reading this and depending on how they read this and their mood at that time - each of them will interpret my words differently.

Still in silence.

So much communication can happen in silence.

And in this case - digital contact.

So much has happened over the last few days...

my car brakes failed. That seven or eight kilometre stretch between Ranga Shankara and Koramangala was no doubt the most harrowing drive of my life. Throughout the drive (at no faster than 20km an hour) i had graphic visions of me dying...being involved in a horrific accident...

I now get what foreigners must feel like when they are driven around on Indian roads. Indians drive in 'anticipation'. They anticipate that the cow that's walking a foot away from the car isn't suddenly going to turn to the left - so the speed right past it...and they anticipate that the cyclist won't suddenly fall down on the road and be run over - so they speed right past...it's fucking insane man. I DARE anyone to try driving down ANY stretch of a busy road in India using only the handbrake...maine koi teer nahin mara hai, but it's just ridiculous man!!

Then i compeered an 'awards' ceremony yesterday....well....it was more like an 'award' ceremony...a well known playwright, actor, writer from Bangalore was felicitated (?)...hadn't done an MC act in public before so was a bit nervous - but the best thing to do when ur nervous is to just be yourself...so i tried and kept things light. Went well i think...

Going to delhi tomorrow for 'Design with India' http://www.ciionline.org/events/2755/about.htm ...i'm travelling by train!! I know it's quite mad to be taking 36 hours to reach somewhere when one could reach there in 2 (the difference between rail and air travel) ....but i'm going by train more for the adventure...don't think i'll ever do a 2 day journey to delhi by train ever again, so i think i might actually enjoy it....

The summit promises to be pretty huge...with the galaxy of speakers on board....lets see if it lives up to it's expectations.

Oh i watched 'the departed' the other day...have a feeling i've written about that in another post - truly awesome movie. Must watch - but on the big screen.

K, have to get back to some work now...might be another post on sunday after the journey...have a great weekend!

Cheers,
Karn

when do my thoughts stop being mine and become....yours....

I sit and write....not knowing who's reading...saying ... thinking what....as a result of reading my writing...some of you would say, "...why do you care?" ....cuz i'd like to know, that's why. No other reason. I'd like to converse...one sided conversation doesn't work for me after a while...

am i giving up on 'blogging' the same way i give up on so many things that don't sustain my interest after a while? am i that fickle?

i wish i knew.

today is an imporant day in my life. Based on what i choose to do today - now - a lot of things will fall into or fall out've place in my life.

....it's amazing how easy it is to connect to people....if you really want to...i love connecting with people....sometimes you connect with them a little too well....and then it hurts when you can't access that connection anymore...when the connection is lost....when there's a cross connection...."what? you have the wrong number!! Please stop calling" ...and just like that, connections are lost...

Have you noticed how rarely you actually ever see a cloud with a silver lining up in the sky? ....and this is from a man who says his glass is half full - all the time...in the recent past it has been....i've been getting quite smashed as a result of it...

Our minds work in such 'mysterious ways' (you like that band too?)...we make the most arbid, randomn connections from one point to the other extreme....like jumping from one place to another...jet-setting....it'll be a thing of the past once teleportation is a reality (starwars)...

Life is a perfect symphony
of phonies and fairies
on the streets
and on the stairs
must you beware
of a little feeling
that leaves you reeling
like a shot through the heart
and it all becomes dark
after a flash of light
leaving you in flights
of fancy and fantasy
of calm and ecstacy
before you encounter
burning skies and swarming locusts
falling toads and seas that make you retch and focus
on the dream
and you *awake*
to reality.

when will my words stop being mine....and become...yours?

A lot has happened since the last time i posted anything on this blog...last post was on the 6th - 10days seems like an eternity when ur hooked onto something ;)

For starters, a coconut almost fell on my head...almost because it fell on my shoulder instead. Thankfully it didn't fall on my laptop - was checking a file with it out on the dickey (?) of the car. Randomn stuff.

Then i got my first Ninjitsu grading. And got my certificate from the grandmaster in Japan...hehehe (I'm boasting, i know, but it's fun once in a while :) - though people who know me will say - it's all the time!)

I'm growing my hair again...for the first time since college.

The Delhi:Day 1 post is the most read on this blog...was a little surprised by that.

Finally got the car serviced.

Going to Chikamangalur for new years eve, gonna spend time with my uncle and his family. Should be a peaceful new year.

Things to do before the year ends (in 10 days):
1) Get license
2) Close old bank account
3) Sell bike (it's a really nice Yam, but no point in it just lying there)

I caught the last 10mins of The OC last evening - where Melissa shoots Ryan's brother. Hallelujah Hallelujah....

Anushka (from VIVA) is performing at Opus this Monday night...awesome stage presence...and she's pretty hot too ;) gonna be there...supposed to go sing something as part of Krismas Karaoke...doubt i will

Evertyhing seems so still on Sunday afternoon.

Had apricots and cream at corner house last evening...watching the Indian's kick some white ass!! Feels good to see them applying themselves and doing well...especially one ex-captain

Made spanish omelette's for breakfast. Managed to flip everyone's omelette just right on the frying pan - except mine!

Still have to go see Casino Royale...

So that was 'ketchup' :)

This cursor blinks constantly....like someone's winking...*wink* *wink* *wink* *wink*...

This is what happens when you lose practise...i've been writing erratically for the last few weeks...basically cuz i said i'd finish with the day2 & day3 posts in the 'delhi' series, but been too lazy to collate all the info...damn procrastination

Was reading an article on someone yesterday, happened to meet her recently and 'googled' her...found she loves to Salsa...hehehe....handy info for the next time she's in town. This in turn got me thinking about all the little things that people know about me - and i don't even know that they know....y'know, it's putting yourself in that place where someone can catch you off guard by saying something you completely DO NOT expect them to know?...it's a strange feeling...and you're left with, "How did he/she know....where...when did i say...*scratching head*..."

I don't have any particular plans for christmas or new year...we were supposed to go to Chigmagulur for new years eve, but dunno if that's happening...somehow i've got to that place where i'd really much rather spend 'special occasions' with people i know, as opposed to going out with a bunch of people i barely know....drinking...dancing....pretending to have a good time....maybe even having a good time...but then it ends up being just another party night with a 'new years eve' tag to it...what a waste of time...i sound like such a grandpa na? A friend of mine calls me that....'grandpa' cuz i'm always dishing out advice...even when she doesn't want to hear it....

I wonder what 2007 will be like...in the last coupl've years, i've increasingly started feeling as though the months just whoosh past and before you know it - it's new years eve all over again...i hope i don't feel this way, come 2008...

I'm thinking, what if i gave up all this...and became a hermit (not exactly). Lived in the mountains...walked my dog in the morning...wrote books...had a vegetable garden in the backyard...hehehehe....im thinking of all this and laughing in my head :) ...the way life is right now, i'd go mad in two days if i became a hermit!

*wink* *wink* *wink*.....*wink* *wink*....*wink*...

I'm a little bored as you can see...but gotta get back to work..
toodles

I'm just putting this down here cuz half the time i feel like writing about something; i'm either driving, or in the shower or waiting to go into a meeting...basically places i can't suddenly decide to spend 30mins to write about 'do cows have wisdom teeth?' or 'do people with big behinds have smellier farts?' or something along those lines...i'd like to think that my writing is 'observational'...like standup comics...

Was watching a video of Russell Peters the other day, and all he talks about are the people he has met or the places he's been to and his observations about the same...i think the funniest standup comics are the ones who just look at life - the way it is - everyone else is just too spaced out to notice...

Anyway, i had some funda in my head last evening about women and how they have a very convenient sense of what's 'right' and what's 'wrong'...it's like a guy (unless he's a politician) will look at things in black or white...and women will ONLY look at everything in the 7 distinguishable shades of grey your eye can see...this is my opinion dude, and it doesn't apply to all women...just a few that i've met...

Another thing about women is that they're great fans of 'denial'...if a chick was seeing a guy named 'Daniel' - even better!

Something else also...dunno, don't remember...
later

What do you do?
Do you climb over a wall
and into a booth
(after a bad fall)
and say, 'hello? i've been thinking about you..'

Or do you go down by the way side
Try to run and hide
From the growing feelings
deep inside

Until they come out
like a great big monster
strangling and choking
till you don't remember what gots you to her
and she don't remember what gots her to you

And you act like a fool
trying to act all cool
while the monster eats you up inside
...and time you try to bide

Hoping and praying its to go away
"stay away!! far far away!!!"
youz tells it to
but itz don't listen to you

cuz itz just a voce
deeps inside yer head
n insied yur heart
which you gotta tear apart

'fore itz doez to yeu
what etz aalwez dun
skinned yer 'live
and skinned yer life
dae aftrr dae

till youz left with noevun
but yersulf
and that deep voce'e yurz

wud thaat be fun then?
aye?
wud it?

arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!
ovvvff wid eeezz ead!!

Namashkaar. Hamra naam hain Bholu Kanhaiyalaal - aur voh bhi ae ....kaa bolat hain....haaan...aur voh bhi ischliye kayonki hamri ek laal gae hain. Voh gao vaalon dekhat rahe hamari gae ko - aur hamra naam rakh liya Kanhaiyalaal

HAEHAEHAEHAEHAE.....ahuuo...hmmm...aur kanhaiya kaiyonki hum thodi kaale hain...

Ik din kaa kua - hamri gae jo hain na...voh haraa rang ka paani nikaal rahi thi....haen? ...nahi samjhe?? ....aaaa.....voh kahat hain na usse.....loooj....looj....arrey!....haaan....looj mashaan....hamari gae ko looj mashaaan ho gaya tha....

to hum soche, "arrey...eee sasur ka hoi gava?! Itna looj mashaan nikaale gi to doodh bhi vaheen se nikala jaavat!" ....hum the bade pareshaan....

phir hamra gao ka daaktur...Misraji...voh aee. Hum unhe poochat, "Meesraajee, ee gae ko tanik theek keejiye! Ee sasuri hamara doodh bhi nikaal baithegi!"

Meesraajee bole, "Arre sasura tum pagal ho kaa?!? Hume bolat ho ki humri betee bimaar hai...voh sasuri haraa pani nikaala hai...hum soche tum kauno pagal to nahi ho gaye ho, to hum chale aee - aene k baad humhe kahat ho ki tumhri beteen gaeehain!! Humhe to sarpanchvaa se kumplaant karna chahiye ki poore gaovaloon ki gayeen ko tumhri boori nazar lag sakat hain! Pataa nahi tum raat ko tabaelen mein jaa kar kaa karat ho!!!!"

B - "Arrey meesrajee...kahe gussa hoth ho? Humri Chamiya ki taabayaat theek kardo bhaee"

M - "Chamiyaa?!!"

B - "...eeh.....eh he .....voh is sasuri ka naam rakhen hain hum"

M - "Bholu - tumhra demaag ka ilaaj karna chahi ...filhaal hum ee sasuri ko dekhat hain.............

.....oh ho.....eeka kaaa khilaei hain tum?"

B - "...kuch nahi sarkaar....hum kal raat ko shher se gae ka burger lekar aee the - to isko bhi thoda dae diya"

M - ".................."

B - "??"

M - "Tum ek gae ko gae khilaye ho?"

B - "Haan sarkaar...kyon kaono galti kare hain kaa?"

M - "Bholu, tumhre bheje mein gobar hain gobar! Ee gae ki ghaan mein sirf paani hain - tumhre bheje mein saaaraa GOBARRR!!!!"

B - "...ehe ....aap ke bhi bheje mein hai kaa sarkaar?"

Aur iske baad, Meesraaajee humhre peechee peechee bhaagte bhaagte...aur hum aage aage nikal gaye....

Shayad gae ka burger gae ko nahi khilvaana chahi....sochne ki baat hain....