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Image Courtesy:  http://devlog.mahcuz.com/ Alright, I am not used to writing just for the sake, but I guess I can do with some bitching here [last I heard, bitching still wasn't patented by girls...] So here I go, my blog - my way. I wish to go point wise: 1. I think Bangalore is way too over rated. Mumbai is much better a place for all the fun they said is there in Bangalore. 2. I hate..no wait..loathe..no..despise the auto rickshaw drivers here. Just because you speak Hindi and don't know how to speak Kannada doesn't mean your money isn't hard earned - someone tell them that. 3. People take networking as buttering and talking shit and dung in the name of networking. If that is the way it works - fine - so be it. I refuse to be a part of it. As Hugh MacLeod puts it -  If somebody in your industry is more successful than you, it's probably because he works harder at it than you do. Sure, maybe he's more inherently talented, more adept at networking etc, but I d...

Ramesh woke up that day to the cries of "Jai Sri Ram!" It was a cold December morning. Already, there was something more chilling about it. He opened the dilapidated wooden door which stood precariously over the squeaking rusty hinges. As he looked out with sleepy eyes, he saw men. Men with tridents, hammers, spears and rocks were all running in one direction. Frenzied wide eyes, clenched teeth, jutting veins at forehead. They all seemed to have only one zombie-like purpose. He went on a high instantly. It was like a dose of marijuana put him into another trance after waking him wide open from his sleep. We will do it today, he thought. And nothing could ever stop us. With that insane zeal, he took his trident, tightened a saffron band on his head and ran out hailing Lord Ram. He felt like a warrior to Ram's cause and hit the structure like Lord Ram would have annihilated the devils from Lanka.  "Jai Sri Ram! Jai Sri Ram!"  "Sri Ramchandra ki ..." ...

It is just a thought that I have been nursing for a while. I am not going to reveal it, but finally, it is something that I really look forward to doing now. Given the quarter age crises that we quarter agers tend to fall in, I can safely say that I am nursing a nebulous thought for now. It may or may not work, but for now, I don't really care. I just have to work on it. No more. No less. Just wanted to put this on record, coz well, someday...

once upon a time a funny thing happened as the clock struck nine there was a chubby little kid in his home feeling stupid for want of anything better he started writing a letter as it turned out his inner being gave a happy shout coz though he couldn't earn a dime but surely he could rhyme! thus began his journey lustrous soon he became illustrious all people big and sharp came to him for an autograph and he thought what fun as he was an average man's son he wanted to do something and earn more than his dad's farthing thought after day and day and day to which business should his loyalties lay finally he reached a meaningful conclusion when his dud brain was cleared of all confusion he thought he'll write poems that rhyme and for each he'll charge just a dime poems came and poems went tonnes of dimes to his account were sent dime turned into quarter and quarter into dollar till is fame couldn't grow taller last known he was living very happy doing what he was b...

I reign In the world of the fogged gloss Dare not the barriers I set anyone cross Because from one horizon to other I reign In the tempest of mind Beyond any fathomable thought Are clear droplets of wisdom Which run my kingdom My whims aren't fancies But an elaborate functioning machine All parts greased No metal that I ever feign Come you army of lost generations With filthy crippled ideas on lose There ain't any place in this world Where I'll let penetrate your rigged views And there you'll all go crushed With not even a  speck left of your credence To remind the whole world That it is better with your absence Off you go From my lovely kingdom You insipid blind followers For the God whose name you say you preach Is imploring, in His name I beseech.

A cake with a cherry People making merry Surrounded with love With blessings from heaven above Their child's first year on earth Should be celebrated without any dearth Happiness on faces Loving embraces Gardens manicured Tricks by magician Goof ups from the joker Small kids allured The desert winds blow Making their march slow Covered faces and blinding storms As little baby's wailing fails to form Father comes back to take a look From the child's mother In his embrace the  baby he took Open deserts and killing winds With all its fury nature brings Their child's first year on earth Was celebrated without any dearth

"You can't finish it! No ways..." "Really, even with an empty stomach?" "Even with an empty stomach..." "And what exactly is it?" "Chocolate, chocolate and more chocolate" That is how everyone I know who is currently in Bangalore talked about the ever so famous Death by Chocolate. I had to find the famous "The Corner House" and have this delicacy. I did, in Koramangala . Ordered one. Rs. 115. Wasn't it a bit too much for an Ice-cream? As it turned out, it wasn't. As I looked around and gathered all the yummy types of ice creams available on menu - in front of me landed a big plastic cup on a tray. See for yourself above. It was an eclectic mix of 2 huge scoops of vanilla ice cream, lots of brownie crumbs dipped in chocolate which was then again poured over by 4 teaspoons of steaming hot chocolate syrup [directly boiling in front of you on an electric plate]. If that wasn't enough, peanuts sprinkled and cherry ...

All is fine Everything so divine Birds twitter as the glorious sun shines Just too suddenly For me to realize Out of nowhere A little tornado conceptualize Carrying along Dust and rags and mud With the bird's song It plays around Ruffles a few dead leaves As the previous part Of the dusty road heaves But it wasn't much time Like me The playful tornado was blind For it got sucked As behind the clouds Sun ducked Into a larger scheme of things No more tweets to be heard Nor was recalled That lovely bird A huge storm Blew out of proportion Dust flogged vision And brought a few tears But not for long As it does not end here For heavens went gracious And soaked all the fear All got wet and beautiful again And again All is fine Everything so divine...

And it happens again. The dilemma, the thoughts Umpteen mental wars fought The craze and the haze Unfocussed and dazed Ideas that lure Charlatan mind's demeanour This way or that Becomes life's meandering path Skin left behind With no button rewind Change is a bane And it happens again.