A small conversation with Pauli brought a very intelligent thought out. A totally new perspective to life and light (not as in physics....but Light of life).
Read on and Tipini dena bhoona nahi....
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3:16 PM 11/10/2007
Prashant:hey ho. kaisa hai?
me: this site is good
Prashant: freerice?
me: just donated 220 grains & vocab level 21
Prashant: hehe sahi hai
Prashant: http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/7088447.stm
me: awesome. this is gr8 concept
Prashant: yeah it definitely is and its the least us vellas can do ;)
me: lol. shit bastard. u just killed my whole spirit
Prashant: hehehe. which spirit?
me: to do something for humanity with a click
Prashant: black label?
me: lol. my spirit is royal stag. aur suna
Prashant: hahaha
Prashant: mine is the coconut tree toddy. due to my .5 mallu heritage
me: lol. lol. lol. u ve gr8 insight already. what will u look for now. u r done. Ready to exit
Prashant: lol
me: why so soon man. u cud ve stayed stupid for a while. the way u were born
Prashant: lol. le raha hai pandit
me: and cultivated by ur surrounding's
Prashant: shani uncle ki tarah
me: lol. tere ko un-lighten kiya hai
Prashant: lol. lol. achha concept hai. unlighten
me: lol
Prashant: aye marvayein aur dumb ban ke jayein. Pandit Nkhil ji Maharaj
me: lol. chaka chaundh se door fir andhere mein aayen
Prashant: lol. lol
me: lohe se loha kaatein.. andhere se andhera maare
Prashant: aur jald ji Jat-ism main bharti ho jayein
me: entrance pe pade kale chashme pehan ke hee ander aayen. lol
Prashant: lol
me: abe mast concept hai
Prashant: hamari koi branch nahi hai. nakalchiyon se savdhaan wo harami ho sakte hain
me: if u stay long in dark.. ur eyes adjust to see things in dark... so instead of looking for light.. evolve into a nocturnal creature and get rid of dark in a new way
by pandit tharkee maharaj
Prashant: lol. lol
me: p.s andhere mein pandit jee ke paas naa jayen.. woh ungal karr sakte hain..
Prashant: lol. lol. lol
me: unka shareer unke dimaag ke wush mein nahi hai
Prashant: follow the sound. ainnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
me: lol. andhere mein aankhen khulne ke baad bhi daddu last mein nazar aayega
Prashant: lol.
me: ultimate truth yahi hai
Prashant: lol. end main Jat khada hoga ek bolega jo tau 'jone' main ghus ja
me: jo daddu ko dhoond le..woh ghar jaa sakta hai
Prashant: lol
me: mukti ka certicate entrance pe.. ek dev roopi baant raha... yaani aman
Prashant: lol. lol. shani se savdhaan
me: lol. chadhe ko shani banyenge
Prashant: chadha drinks bantega. thake hue musafiron ke liye
me: woh daru peeke yamaha pe ek round maarega har ek ghante mein
Prashant: lol. lol
me: hum bolenge. shani yahan kahin hai
Prashant: lol. dhoondte reh jaoge
me: andhere pe dhyan banaye rakhe. lol
Prashant: ye to amusement park ban gaya hai
me: lol. a-mukti-park
Prashant: hehehe. daddu ko dhoondega to daddu usko chodega nahi
me: lol. lol
Prashant: ainnnnnnnnn. aa jao
me: ainnnnn band ho to....daddu maaf karde usko. creativity bhari padi hai andar
Prashant: mail karte hain sabko
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Pics from New York trip. The trip was even better than San Diego. Awesome fun and we realized that we havent really changed..... thank God..
Here is the link to the album
Here is the link to the album
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| New York Reunion |
Friday, September 7, 2007
Tasveeren aur tippaniyan
Happy Family aur....
Point Five Mallu Productions
Prastut karte hain...Leni Deni - Tata OK Horn Please!
Ram, Sita aur...
...Hanuman!
Black and White...chasme!
Famous South Indian film Star! (check out the background photographer)
The Twin Towers/Tires
Ab isme rone wali kya baat hai?
Purana pyaar (A)...
Aur naya!!!(A++)
To agli pichar ane tak...
Goodbye and good luck!
Ab isme rone wali kya baat hai?
Purana pyaar (A)...
Aur naya!!!(A++)
To agli pichar ane tak...
Goodbye and good luck!
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Transition
I never did think that this was ever going to happen, but it did. I believed that I would never change but I don't know how and when I changed. I go back five years and take a look at myself.
Here was a guy full of confidence, ready to take on the world, kick every one's ass(some soft jelly like backsides were special). He would drive rash, take risks, full of energy and the word commitment was bold and 10 sizes bigger than the other words in his vocabulary. His word meant everything and his friends meant the world to him. His life was his group and thus there was no room for any girlfriends in his life (thats an excuse I know). The most gorgeous and co-operating girls would seem, not worth of course. So what was it that was worth the time? The tea at the shaq behind the university, the endless debates and arguments on the benches behind the classrooms or was it the will to be affiliated to not a group but a cause.
Life moved on and so did he. From the cosy confines of his home, his university into a competitive industry. Here he stood today unfazed, just as confident, ready to take on the world and still no change to be observed. Still kicking every one's ass.
Then there was marriage. Suddenly, words like commitment seemed to fall into place and take deeper meaning than just being the ones with a bigger font size. He did not notice it so far. This was the onset of change. He noticed that there was a need to prioritize what he needed to be commited to. There would be times when his commitment would take a back seat because he was now first commited to his better half.
Now here I am. I dont drive too fast anymore. I want to drink with friends but its not a big deal to not drink if my wife doesn't want me to. I look forward to being more at home than to be out playing my favorite sport, no matter how much adulation is in the offing.(the sport changed from basketball to volleyball :D) I think I am begining to gel in and be accepted as just another guy. Not too many highs to be taken from that but that has been taken off the priority list, willingly this time.
Here was a guy full of confidence, ready to take on the world, kick every one's ass(some soft jelly like backsides were special). He would drive rash, take risks, full of energy and the word commitment was bold and 10 sizes bigger than the other words in his vocabulary. His word meant everything and his friends meant the world to him. His life was his group and thus there was no room for any girlfriends in his life (thats an excuse I know). The most gorgeous and co-operating girls would seem, not worth of course. So what was it that was worth the time? The tea at the shaq behind the university, the endless debates and arguments on the benches behind the classrooms or was it the will to be affiliated to not a group but a cause.
Life moved on and so did he. From the cosy confines of his home, his university into a competitive industry. Here he stood today unfazed, just as confident, ready to take on the world and still no change to be observed. Still kicking every one's ass.
Then there was marriage. Suddenly, words like commitment seemed to fall into place and take deeper meaning than just being the ones with a bigger font size. He did not notice it so far. This was the onset of change. He noticed that there was a need to prioritize what he needed to be commited to. There would be times when his commitment would take a back seat because he was now first commited to his better half.
Now here I am. I dont drive too fast anymore. I want to drink with friends but its not a big deal to not drink if my wife doesn't want me to. I look forward to being more at home than to be out playing my favorite sport, no matter how much adulation is in the offing.(the sport changed from basketball to volleyball :D) I think I am begining to gel in and be accepted as just another guy. Not too many highs to be taken from that but that has been taken off the priority list, willingly this time.
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Friday, August 3, 2007
tim lak lak te tim lak lak
te dooji taraf life humko nachati hai..
Awesome movie.. btw, check out some deleted scenes from RDB here
Awesome movie.. btw, check out some deleted scenes from RDB here
Monday, July 30, 2007
Friday, June 15, 2007
Thursday, June 14, 2007
A Cup of Life (inspired by prashantva)
A CUP OF LIFE
Here is a nice one...
A group of working adults got together to visit their University
lecture.
The lecturer was happy to see them. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.
The Lecturer just smiled and went to the kitchen to get an assortment of cups - some porcelain, some in plastic, some in glass, some plain looking and some looked rather expensive and exquisite.
The Lecturer offered his former students the cups to get drinks for themselves.
When all the students had a cup in hand with water, the Lecturer spoke:
"If you noticed, all the nice looking, expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal that you only want the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress. What all you wanted was water, not the cup, but we unconsciously went for the better cups."
"Just like in life, if Life is Water, then the jobs, money and
position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold/maintain Life, but
the quality of Life doesn't change."
"If we only concentrate on the cup, we won't have time to enjoy/taste
the water in it."
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I wish we all had not looked at the cup and stayed together ;)
Shally
Here is a nice one...
A group of working adults got together to visit their University
lecture.
The lecturer was happy to see them. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.
The Lecturer just smiled and went to the kitchen to get an assortment of cups - some porcelain, some in plastic, some in glass, some plain looking and some looked rather expensive and exquisite.
The Lecturer offered his former students the cups to get drinks for themselves.
When all the students had a cup in hand with water, the Lecturer spoke:
"If you noticed, all the nice looking, expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal that you only want the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress. What all you wanted was water, not the cup, but we unconsciously went for the better cups."
"Just like in life, if Life is Water, then the jobs, money and
position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold/maintain Life, but
the quality of Life doesn't change."
"If we only concentrate on the cup, we won't have time to enjoy/taste
the water in it."
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I wish we all had not looked at the cup and stayed together ;)
Shally
Friday, June 8, 2007
Identity crisis
Its been quite a build up but maybe the best time to write is when you feel all mixed up inside. On the plus side it could mean you come up with colors or a lot of crap. Anhow I was reflecting on the question of identity so I write what I think.
What do we relate to the most? I mean when look to define yourself for your own self, there is something you identify with, right? The thought, the mind or the images that keep flashing about. Milk? Idli? Pakodas? Paranthas? (Foods of India is the theme)
An interesting concept from the Indian (or desi depending on where you live) wisdom. Ahamkara is a word that means I-ness. It often makes a mistake by identifying itself with the impressions on the mind. It is said this association that gives rise to the psychological Ego or the apparent individuality. (A more thorough exposition is http://www.swamij.com/fourfunctionsmind.htm)
So the moral of the story (or kitsch) is observe the mind and the thoughts and think over it...or maybe dont 'think' about it...hmm, explore!
- Ryokan
What do we relate to the most? I mean when look to define yourself for your own self, there is something you identify with, right? The thought, the mind or the images that keep flashing about. Milk? Idli? Pakodas? Paranthas? (Foods of India is the theme)
An interesting concept from the Indian (or desi depending on where you live) wisdom. Ahamkara is a word that means I-ness. It often makes a mistake by identifying itself with the impressions on the mind. It is said this association that gives rise to the psychological Ego or the apparent individuality. (A more thorough exposition is http://www.swamij.com/fourfunctionsmind.htm)
So the moral of the story (or kitsch) is observe the mind and the thoughts and think over it...or maybe dont 'think' about it...hmm, explore!
When all thoughts
Are exhausted
I slip into the woods
And gather
A pile of shepherd’s purse.
...
Like the little stream
Making its way
Through the mossy crevices
I, too, quietly
Turn clear and transparent.
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
Going Gulzarish on the "Green Green Grass" of Home
Here's the deal.. an idle romantic in his heat induced delirium, typing away on the more inconsequential things in the world. But, then again, its those inconsequential things that are worth the world. So here I am.. 9 months and thensome days later back in Delhi. It feels good to touch the green green grass of home.. so the song says, but the grass in Delhi has its own shades. Green or not, it is still mine.
The first thing that hit me about Delhi the moment I stepped into the aerobridge was the heat. It felt like stepping into a boiler, but strangely enough, it felt good. In fact, the 40 odd degrees on the Celcius scale never made me feel better.
Its funny how these past months in the US have made me more aware of the discrepancies in my own country, and yet I feel belonged in the dusty roads and the chaotic traffic here. For some reason, the cars here look suddenly smaller, and the colours, definitely more vibrant. The language on the street is suddenly more relatable, and food becomes yummier. To say that all this ruckus brings about a tranquility would sound oxy-moronic but it would not be far away from the truth. I have free time on my hands, and there's something here that make me romantically inclined enough that Mehndi Hassan sounds better and Gulzar.. well.. Gulzar is amazing independant of the geographical coordinates.
Its a work-in-progress, this romance with Delhi, because Delhi gives you newer reasons to hate the dysfunctional system, and even more reasons to love the feeling of being at home.
Home is where the heart is, suna to tha, ab dekh bhi liya.
To put it in a Gulzar-ish way, yahaan ki garmi bhi apni hai, aur wahaan ki thandak bhi parayi.
The first thing that hit me about Delhi the moment I stepped into the aerobridge was the heat. It felt like stepping into a boiler, but strangely enough, it felt good. In fact, the 40 odd degrees on the Celcius scale never made me feel better.
Its funny how these past months in the US have made me more aware of the discrepancies in my own country, and yet I feel belonged in the dusty roads and the chaotic traffic here. For some reason, the cars here look suddenly smaller, and the colours, definitely more vibrant. The language on the street is suddenly more relatable, and food becomes yummier. To say that all this ruckus brings about a tranquility would sound oxy-moronic but it would not be far away from the truth. I have free time on my hands, and there's something here that make me romantically inclined enough that Mehndi Hassan sounds better and Gulzar.. well.. Gulzar is amazing independant of the geographical coordinates.
Its a work-in-progress, this romance with Delhi, because Delhi gives you newer reasons to hate the dysfunctional system, and even more reasons to love the feeling of being at home.
Home is where the heart is, suna to tha, ab dekh bhi liya.
To put it in a Gulzar-ish way, yahaan ki garmi bhi apni hai, aur wahaan ki thandak bhi parayi.
Friday, June 1, 2007
Who tops the list......
I wish I had the flare of writing like Bhola, the clarity of thought like pauli, command over english like sharma, way with words like daddu, enthusiasm like shelly, spirit like Jaat, smartness like chadha, kapil's sense of humor, sahablal's patience and fayaz's energy...
Well on second thought why do I need all this when you guys are around.
Its 10 in the morning, new build hasn't come yet and I feel like looking really busy staring at my screen, so i thought why not jot down some thoughts about all the dogs in our group. After all we all love to read about ourselves. Remember the cynosure epidemic, which sharma identified... in himself and then we all showed signs of it... trust me it still persists.
Its weird, just at this very moment, when I was writing this, rana pinged me and just then I realized I forgot one guy. The jaat gods are always there helping these jaats, giving us hints of what the ultimate truth is, but I choose to sit in denial on this.
Dear rana, how can we forget it/him. The kid would make tea for us.... anytime of the night, get daru for us ...anytime of the night and would get into daddu's bed.... anytime of the night , no wonder daddu gets sad talking about him . he is missing the tea.
I just had a lightening thought and figued out the person with the highest degree of haraminess.....our dear sharma, hamara bhagwaan. This conclusion has an explanation.
Yeh to sabb maante hain .. jitna haramipana bhagwaan karr sakta hai.. woh koi bhi nahi karr sakta...He is weird and has weird ways of taking one's ass (no homosexual connotation here, this is just a metaphor). So on the same note, sharma is slimiest and most harami. He tops my list and would continue to do so till he drops me from his list, in that case we both can mutually decide upon kaps, our bitch, available to anybody, anytime.
Well on second thought why do I need all this when you guys are around.
Its 10 in the morning, new build hasn't come yet and I feel like looking really busy staring at my screen, so i thought why not jot down some thoughts about all the dogs in our group. After all we all love to read about ourselves. Remember the cynosure epidemic, which sharma identified... in himself and then we all showed signs of it... trust me it still persists.
Its weird, just at this very moment, when I was writing this, rana pinged me and just then I realized I forgot one guy. The jaat gods are always there helping these jaats, giving us hints of what the ultimate truth is, but I choose to sit in denial on this.
Dear rana, how can we forget it/him. The kid would make tea for us.... anytime of the night, get daru for us ...anytime of the night and would get into daddu's bed.... anytime of the night , no wonder daddu gets sad talking about him . he is missing the tea.
I just had a lightening thought and figued out the person with the highest degree of haraminess.....our dear sharma, hamara bhagwaan. This conclusion has an explanation.
Yeh to sabb maante hain .. jitna haramipana bhagwaan karr sakta hai.. woh koi bhi nahi karr sakta...He is weird and has weird ways of taking one's ass (no homosexual connotation here, this is just a metaphor). So on the same note, sharma is slimiest and most harami. He tops my list and would continue to do so till he drops me from his list, in that case we both can mutually decide upon kaps, our bitch, available to anybody, anytime.
Monday, May 28, 2007
Reunion in California
This was just a begining.. we have more get togthers on the way...
An awesome break after a long time. Here is Living on highway 1.
SLIDESHOW
Access the Web Album
An awesome break after a long time. Here is Living on highway 1.
SLIDESHOW
Access the Web Album
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Saturday, May 19, 2007
Happy bday Bhole
Happy bday bhole. one thing is sure, no bday goes without parties, irrespective of where we are. Here is my fav Whiskey...cheers to you..
Remembering all the whiskeys made worthwhile by ur company..Remembering IV...remembering Blore. here is another one....for the road
Remembering all the whiskeys made worthwhile by ur company..Remembering IV...remembering Blore. here is another one....for the road
Question .... why is Gulzar so relevant to us
It was 2003 that Gulzars statement "ab ke baras dewaar mein darar parh gayi hai .... pichle baras ye aisi na thee" held true for us as we all started journey to different places to find our not so very big ambitions. We all making some thing of our life but still in our mind "mujhse naraaz nahin zindigi hairaan hoon main" when we started neglecting so many small things that we always cherished. At some point we left our family & at some point we left our friends. Things I really long for is perfectly captured in Gulzars Triveni:
"Naap kar waqt bhara jata hai ret ghadi main
Ek tarf khali ho to ulat dete hain usko
Umr jab khatam ho to kya mujhe ulat nahin sakte"
I still think that why cannot we go back to Kasuali & let the time be still .... just bout of laghter breaking the silence.
"Bhole happy birthday & I am missing everbake cake (One with discounted rates)"
"Naap kar waqt bhara jata hai ret ghadi main
Ek tarf khali ho to ulat dete hain usko
Umr jab khatam ho to kya mujhe ulat nahin sakte"
I still think that why cannot we go back to Kasuali & let the time be still .... just bout of laghter breaking the silence.
"Bhole happy birthday & I am missing everbake cake (One with discounted rates)"
Gulzar.....Aaj baithte hain....
Gulzar and Abida...... Perfect Combo.
This calls for RS and coke...the better combo.
This calls for RS and coke...the better combo.
Bhola was here.
Kabhi Kabhi mere dil mein khayaal aata hai.. ok, never mind. I have taken so many "gaaliyaan" for my not-so-good shayari, that I dont want to start off this blog by inviting more of them :-)
MSE2KOOL.. the group of demented romantics and pragmatic dreamers. Ab koi roz roz to blog banata nahin hai, lekin jab ban hi gaya hai to let me say this: I personally am against the concept of blogs. Too public for my taste, but since this one is open to just us 2KOOL dudes, I guess I can put words to the thoughts.
I remember going back from the University towards Indira Vihar one day, with Sumit Swaroop. We were in a mudrika, and our placement effort was on at that time and it was not exactly going great guns. At any other time, our worries would be limited to the stock of Royal Stags, but at that time we were sort of concerned about "after MCA, what next?" In that bus, I remember asking Sumswar "how do you see us 5 years from now". And he replied, "we all will be pretty fucked up in our jobs, busy with projects". Well, it has only been 4 years, but his words have come true. We all are now in different cities, countries.. even continents. I dont know when or where, will we be able to sit together once again, and listen to Ghalib or Gulzar with daru.
But here's hoping.. and until then, we will keep running in our own seperate directions in this race called life. Back in the good times, we used to go to the Gulshan ka dhaba. Ab shayad, yeh blog hi hamara Gulshan ka dhaba hai, jahaan sab log mil paayein.
So this is it. My first blog ever, aur woh mere doston ke naam. Hmm, now that I read the crap I have written, the only thing I can think of is.. "Blog tha shayad, blog hi hoga" ;-)
MSE2KOOL.. the group of demented romantics and pragmatic dreamers. Ab koi roz roz to blog banata nahin hai, lekin jab ban hi gaya hai to let me say this: I personally am against the concept of blogs. Too public for my taste, but since this one is open to just us 2KOOL dudes, I guess I can put words to the thoughts.
I remember going back from the University towards Indira Vihar one day, with Sumit Swaroop. We were in a mudrika, and our placement effort was on at that time and it was not exactly going great guns. At any other time, our worries would be limited to the stock of Royal Stags, but at that time we were sort of concerned about "after MCA, what next?" In that bus, I remember asking Sumswar "how do you see us 5 years from now". And he replied, "we all will be pretty fucked up in our jobs, busy with projects". Well, it has only been 4 years, but his words have come true. We all are now in different cities, countries.. even continents. I dont know when or where, will we be able to sit together once again, and listen to Ghalib or Gulzar with daru.
But here's hoping.. and until then, we will keep running in our own seperate directions in this race called life. Back in the good times, we used to go to the Gulshan ka dhaba. Ab shayad, yeh blog hi hamara Gulshan ka dhaba hai, jahaan sab log mil paayein.
So this is it. My first blog ever, aur woh mere doston ke naam. Hmm, now that I read the crap I have written, the only thing I can think of is.. "Blog tha shayad, blog hi hoga" ;-)
mse2cool on blog
mse2cool probably a no name to many, but it seems its become a very important part of our small group that has seen ups - downs - highs - lows of life together.
It all started during our college life some years ago when we had more time to worry about cricket match with another batch than on our semester grades. We are 12 weird characters with nothing in common except laziness. I always think how did it come about - 12 people with different aspiration & outlook still gelling together as nothing is different. mse2cool still longs for those old days full of laughter & free spirit that became out stepping stone for our present lives.
I leave this blog open to all mse2cool to come on single page & share.
It all started during our college life some years ago when we had more time to worry about cricket match with another batch than on our semester grades. We are 12 weird characters with nothing in common except laziness. I always think how did it come about - 12 people with different aspiration & outlook still gelling together as nothing is different. mse2cool still longs for those old days full of laughter & free spirit that became out stepping stone for our present lives.
I leave this blog open to all mse2cool to come on single page & share.
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