Monday, March 29, 2004
Thank Yous Long Overdue.
I might have wandered, not stuck to the plan, not heeded warnings. But I am thankful for every new road that opened up, and for you who I met along the way and befriended for life, before wandering again.

I might not be rich and famous thanks to constantly being on-no-fixed-road, but I am thankful for every rumbler, every corner, every signal whether green or red, and every welcome cigarette shop and Energee stall on every one of these roads. And for you who was waiting there for me with a lighter and a bottle-opener.

I might not be a jetsetter flying around the world on supremely-important world-saving businesses, but I am thankful for you who chats with me on messenger and recalls the good times we had when we were together and makes it a point to keep tabs on my life and keeps me posted on yours.

I might have been brash, politically incorrect and cynical with you, but when you call me to tell me that a certain song that was playing somewhere reminded you of me, I am thankful that you accepted me as I was.

I might not be the most sociable person, or the most interesting conversationalist, or blessed with a hilarious sense of humour, but I am thankful for you who makes me laugh with the worst of jokes over sms, and for subsequent meaningless conversations that these messages trigger.

I might not have been right for you, or good for you, or deserving of you, but I am thankful that you loved me despite me.

I might not be the most emotionally stable or steel-willed person on the planet, but I am thankful for you who calls me to shake me out of my drudgery everytime we meet online and you ‘feel’ that I am in one of those moods.

And finally, I might not be the most talented, the most prolific or the most gifted person to ever walk the earth, but I’m thankful for you who convinced me that I’m not a complete waste either.
posted by n.g. at 00:08    (0) Peg(s) of Whisky
Thursday, March 25, 2004
Sadvertising.
Is it just me, or does feel-good happy-happy advertising only make the viewer feel bad and sad?

I site the example of this Toyota commercial thats happening. This dude, who looks like he'll be a misfit even on a moped, says to his wife "Shouldn't we think about the environment?" And the dumb bimbo merely smiles, probably coz the copywriter couldn't think of a sadder thing for her to do. And Mr. Moped goes "I don't know, for our kids?!" Like he's asking her, rather than telling her. First time I saw that commercial I thought "Geez this is too much foreplay, at this rate you'll never have the fricking kids."

Which caused a stir-fry in the wok of my mind. If the commercial went something like this, it would probably be more watchable.

Dude : You know, we should think about the environment.
Bimbo : Uh-huh.
Dude : You know, for our kids.
Bimbo : Uh-huh.
Dude (after a pause) : But then we'll have to scrap my beautiful 1963 World War 2 Willy's Jeep and buy one of those ugly-arse Toyotas.
Bimbo (after a pause) : Uh-huh.

A long pause.

Dude : Lets not have any kids.
Bimbo (with a huge, satisfied grin) : Ye---yeahhh.
Dude : Light me a cigarette, bitch.
posted by n.g. at 22:01    (0) Peg(s) of Whisky
Wednesday, March 24, 2004
How-a-zay !!!!

Ok. Ask me who won the Indo-Pak one day cricket series.
Dude, who won the Indo-Pak one day cricket series?
INDIA !!!!

Ok. Ask me who made the ball seam and swing even on that flat Lahore pitch?
Dude, who made the ball seam and swing even on that flat Lahore pitch?
IRFAN PATHAN !!!!

Ok. Ask me which wizard with the bat is back in form just in time for the test series?
Dude, which wizard with the bat is back in form just in time for the test series?
V.V.S. LAXMAN !!!!

Ok. Ask me again. So who won the Indo-Pak one day cricket series? In Pakistan, may I add?
Dude, who won the Indo-Pak one day cricket series, in Pakistan?
INDIA !!!!

I haven't been this happy since I scraped through my TYBCom Economics final.
posted by n.g. at 23:11    (0) Peg(s) of Whisky
Sunday, March 21, 2004
Chak de phatte.
I've had Josh's remix of Nelly Furtado's 'Powerless' on loop for the longest time. It's ... wicked. Why? To start with, the hindi lyrics aren't arbid shit. They compliment what Nelly's singing. And, it's not your usual bhangra mix. It's got that amazing two-beat deep bass, not the conventional half-dhol that most bhangra mixes have. Reminded me of saturday nights spent at the now-defunct Earthquake club during my college years. Earthquake played this style before anyone else did - i'm talking a good 7-8 years ago. You young punks of today have no idea what you missed. Screw Velocity, to hell with Rain and Enigma, Earthquake was THE place. That, and The Cellar. Both of which have shut down. Tough luck.

Though I took dear T to Koyla last night. Very nice and loungy. We smoked a hookah full of mint and bitched about our respective exes like we usually do everytime she comes down from Delhi. She mentioned that its a lovely 'first-date' place, and went all coy and nudge-nudge like she used to back in college.

Some people just don't grow up. Thank God.
posted by n.g. at 22:46    (0) Peg(s) of Whisky
Thursday, March 18, 2004
big empty world

And even though the moment passed me by, I still can't turn away
'Cause all the dreams you never thought you'd lose
Got tossed along the way
And letters that you never meant to send
Get lost or thrown away

And now we're grown up orphans that never knew their names
We don't belong to no one, that's a shame
But if you could hide beside me, maybe for a while
And I won't tell no one your name
And I won't tell em' your name

And scars are souvenirs you never lose, the past is never far
Did you lose yourself somewhere out there,
Did you get to be a star
And don't it make you sad to know that life
Is more than who we are

We grew up way too fast, and now there's nothing to believe
Reruns all become our history
A tired song keeps playing on a tired radio
And I won't tell no one your name
And I won't tell em' your name

I think about you all the time, but I don't need the same
It's lonely where you are come back down,
And I won't tell em your name
posted by n.g. at 22:47    (0) Peg(s) of Whisky
Wednesday, March 17, 2004
Choose Life.

Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose Leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose good health, low cholestrol and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage homes. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase and a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck u are on a sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home nothing more than an embarassment to the selfish,fucked-up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life.

But why would i want to do a thing like that?
posted by n.g. at 22:25    (0) Peg(s) of Whisky
Sunday, March 14, 2004
Chakkar Kya hai?
In my vast experience of interaction with all kinds of people from pretty much all over the world and pretty much all strata of society, I've realised one very startling fact.

More men make jokes about and often make casual references to flatulence, sexual organs, and other varied bodily functions than women do.

I have no idea why. I ask you.

And please to be not giving me bullshit answers like 'Oh Women are much more mature and intelligent and smarter and polished and presentable and knowledgable and politically correct than men'. Please understand that this is an online thingy and should you make such remarks, I cannot laugh at your face.

So go on, enlighten me.
posted by n.g. at 22:33    (0) Peg(s) of Whisky
Thursday, March 11, 2004
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posted by n.g. at 22:15    (0) Peg(s) of Whisky
Monday, March 08, 2004
Don't Sleep.
I have a recurring dream. I don't know exactly when I had it first though. But I have it pretty often.

I'm walking on a pier, towards the sea. The sea is calm. There's no clouds, no birds, no boats, no sailors, no fishes, nothing. I'm walking into nothingness.

As I walk towards the edge of the pier, it gets narrower and narrower. Until in the end, there's just enough space for me to stand.

And I look back towards the shore. There's no shore. No pier. Just, water. All around me. Everywhere I look, there's water. And i'm standing on the only one-square-feet space available.

And the water that was calm till now, starts getting choppy.
posted by n.g. at 22:42    (0) Peg(s) of Whisky
Friday, March 05, 2004
One good reason to not vote for Congress.
Celina Jaitley. One can't really blame her for seeking greener pastures, coz her acting career isn't going anywhere. But i'm not too sure she can boob the responsibility.

One good reason to not vote for BJP.
Yukta Mookhey. Ditto like Celina, and she's butt ugly to boot.

I'm staying home during the polls to watch Shirin on CNBC. Beauty with Brains. Woo Hoo.
posted by n.g. at 16:24    (0) Peg(s) of Whisky




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