look alike

No, that is not my dog, and no, that is not my mouse... but the mouse looks similar...nah??

day to day

And I looked out the window. And saw many more mice at the speed of sound... they had weird foot for sure and they made a lot of noise... competing against each other.

The traffic outside was deafening... so i locked up the windows.

The mouse was hungry. He had this strong craving for green fresh delicious juicy peas. It had been days he tasted one. All he now were weird brown chanas that were filling ya, but nothing like juicy peas.

"I skipped breakfast today - it was tasteless - some old bread and milk."
Then, all i did was wait. It was hours before I had my lunch... and for god's sake it was the same old bread and milk. I hesitated but nimbled on - i knew dinner time was far far away and so it was. Rest of day was more than peaceful... it was boring. I slept for like 8 hours before she came... and it was all fun. I was climbing up and down whatever came my way. Had the most exciting time...wild and free.

I was late to get back today... extremely tired... all i could do to the mouse was let it open. Hope he didn't mind it.

EC-cENTRIC

eC-CENTrIC?
e-CEntric?

sOME oNE aGAIN cALLED mE eCCENtRIC tOdAY.
tHE dEFINATION oF eCCENTriCiTY hAS sOMEHOw cHANGED fOR mE oVeR tHE yEArS.
wHO cAREs, aNYwAY?

ings...

Copy pasting...
Time wasting...
Everyday fasting...
Swearing...tearing and wearing...
In the name of god fearing...
are all continuous tense of the respective verbs...

Cool headed

The mature brain consumes some 20% of the energy used by the body.

Such heavy energy usage generates large quantities of heat, which must be continually removed to prevent brain damage.

blah blah 2

Its black, i say.
Not totally... you can't say it's black.. greyish probably..darker greyish is a better description.
It's black...just the lights playing that's all.
This is black..that is not as black..can't you see...it's different.
Black is black whatever shade it is...
My point is it's not black.
What?

And i can hear the pressure cooker whistle in the kitchen across the street. It's weird... it's almost normal... Nepal Bandh.

And i can see the stars at night when there is no horns and honks all day... still the mist hangs over the smoky streets...tyres could be burnt afar if not right here.

Oh- i wake up in the morning - the street is so silent. i think - it is a bandh day - it hits my head - so - i ask myself - rest today - am i so lucky - i ponder - why not - computer is fun - a little work wouldn't harm anyways.

I am all sleepy and drowsy. She was out 'ol day. All i had was a few licks of the milk there was in the pot. I loved the peas she brought in last nite. They were juicy and green. I took a pod from her hand and ate it all. Then she brought out another and i ate it too. Yet she got out another and i was already full. So, i took it from her and hid it behind my bed.. then she took out another and i didn't know what to do... so i hid it too...

I remember the load shedding... the chat after so long .....
I remember the tea ... and the hot cup ...
I remember the morning crow ... and the three pigeons...
the smokes and the puffs...
the evening stroll with the hood over my head...
the empty streets and the loud voices...
the chocoalate that was too sweet and
the water so cold

starting february

Starting february it's the same old life...
just a few things change here and there for me... how about you?
I am off my temp job...back to berojgar again..
Starting feb, will be a year older... doubt if any wiser...
Feb is cold... feb is white... feb is chill...
Feb is marriages.. and more marriages... some getting married off...some getting in
Feb is 28 ... feb is 29.
Starting february the college ends..
step into the irrelevantly named the "real world"
Some old ties loose off... i doubt if any new ones come in...
Starting feb it's the same old day...
let's hope it's a brand new day...
there's no immunity... there's no guarantee.

blah blah

there's no use getting philosophical ... there's no use getting poetical... there's no use getting emotional... there's no point in reading literature and understanding art...
at the end of the day none of it feeds you.
Whose philosophy is this? i don't know.

Man is small, and, therefore, small is beautiful

'We cannot live on the human level without ideas.
Upon them depends what we do.
Living is nothing more or less than doing one thing instead of another'
(A quote in Small is Beautiful)

As i rush out the main gate, and cross the busy street below, the first morning chill hit my head,
and i remember i have forgotten my topi upstairs.

I put on Frank Sinatra on the laptop and realize for how brief a moment that is, when the phones ring incessantly from the moment i step in at 9 - I de-mute it at 5, and i realize it's time for me to go home.

With pockets in my hand and my bag across my chest, i walk past the typical Nepali street ... Puspa tailors, Om arts, Ghadi, Chasma and mobile repair centre, Ashis ko bhojanalaya...

I stand below the towering NTC building at Jawalakhel with the mini-football field on my left and stare at the evening crowd for a brief moment - and realize I am lost in the multitude.

This is my hometown... with one million more population than ten years back ... i don't know the my grocer, i don't know the name of the newspaperman who hands over the TKP to me every morning, i buy vegetables from a different person each day, i see different faces on the street below each evening.

Some can keep friends. Some just make them?

I come back to EF Schumacher and turn to my bookmark: The Proper Use of Land... i read aloud the chapter to myself and realize how different my voice sounds. I want to check with someone and there's no one around.

I watch football and jubiliant players running all over the field after an amazing goal. And i think - why do i care?

I wake up at 2 midnight and realize there is a curfew outside only due to absence of the vehicles plying ... otherwise who would stop the dogs barking... who would stop the television screaming...

The whole political atmosphere gives a halt to your brain and mind.... now what? it asks me.... where to? It is when I can see no further... and get no answer to my future... i question myself - Do i sound like a pessimist?

I flip on the RC to watch BBC and end up with the Donkey Show on CNN. Is it good marketing or do we just ramble? Wander. Do this and that. Go left and right. Sit here, change our mind and sit there. The purpose?

I stare up the night sky as usual. It is clear at its best. I identify the Orion and the a cluster of stars - the sapta rishis - and realize how i have forgotten them all.
All of them.

The brain 'forgets' to protect itself in case of extreme torture, i read Ludlum. And try to remember the last time i took so much time to read a page turner.

Thousands of images formed in my mind today. The brain is so small and fickle, it can't click on more than just a few to retrieve them... Is it so small? It is... a little more than a kilo?

for dreamers...rather day dreamers

"If you have built castles in the air,
your work need not be lost;
that is where they should be.
Now put the foundations under them."
-Henry David Thoreau

Why is my blog turning into Get-your-daily-free-quote-here kinda thing?
Anyways...who cares!i!

just ramble

Its been a long time i have been regular... i deleted my old blog to create this new one...to be regular... so i am here again with full vigor to be regular... because... loyalty is the most crucial thing a marketer would not want to miss... it takes 10 times as much to gain a new customer than to keep an old one... customers and employees should be the focus of every organization... they are the reasons why the orgs exist...so goes for me...you are the reason...words in here have any value...this is basic crap basically in a more base way...
n e ways...my short term job feels more shorter. one, because the winter days are themselves shorter which is a stupid reason. Two, of one month, it's the 15th day... and according to some theory, the name of which i forgot, the pace of work is highest during the last few days, as the deadline approaches...
...The best thing is what you like.
... If you don't like it, it is crap.
I took one of those management tests yesterday because someone thought i was a people person... the test also proved i am not very much so... (this part is out of context... btw, what is, i wonder?!i!i!)

chill out..r u kidd'g me

Work life means....
very little time for blog...
very little time for family...
almost free lunch...
lots of work... and work...
may Bee that's Y it is a work l!fe....!!
Don't tell me i am stuck for a lifetime in here...
NE ways..signing off with one of my fav quotes...by John Mill -
"...better Socrates unsatisfied than a Pig satisfied"

rhyme-less

i read somewhere today, the words
orange,
purple,
and silver has no rhyming words in the english dictionary.

a true ramble

Stupidity has no boundary, no length, no breadth.
But you and i do. Things are different.

One of my all time favorite quotes, which i use rightly and very often - "Let the dogs bark". Any use?

Majboori ka naam? ____________
TINSTAFL? __________________
Character: Gollum, Movie? ___________
TLOTR, Abb for a movie, which? ____________
What is a Hawthrone effect? ________________
A book on Europeans, We __________________?
K2K is Keyboard to Keyboard
G2G is Government to Government
P2P is People to People
H2H is ___________________?
Ctrl+B is for Bold Text, Ctrl+J is for Justify, Ctrl+R is for Right align, Ctrl+E is for___________?
Supernova is a _________________?
Every breath you take, every move you make, eye will bee ___________?
If i take a bus to Lagankhel from the right side of my house and i reach the left side of my house i will be wasting ________________ ?
Stupidity is _____________?

What do i say to a person who constantly peeps at the computer screen either out of curiosity or to indefinitely irritate me? How do i know his purpose?

since all my readers are familiar with the script...

snerf 6: sretcarahc
setaudarg egelloc :ecalp
erom dna pihsdneirf: enil yrots
attaklok, mtk : gnittes
enon: rohtua yb kb suoiverp
enon: eetnaraug
enon: tnemtsevni
nwonknu: htgnel
8<: sretcarahc fo .on
?rehsilbup a em dnif enoyna nac
div uoy rof eno gnikool saw i, hcuo
); hguoht gnitpmet ooT. enilyrots ru gnikat ton m, yrrow t'nod,

brand-eat

As a potential marketer, I was thinking how one can go about marketing a particular Chinese brand in the market, and i thought this could work,

"We will make you understand what's written on your heater? ...(radio, player, battery, pen, torch, door lock, pencil, TV set, computer, speaker, telephone set, watch, wall clock, water bottle, wind chime, poster, discs, discmans, walkman, MP3 player, digital camera, jeans, back pocket, front pocket, shoes, socks, wardrobe, table, thermos, cornflakes, book cover, medicine, chocoalate wrapper, chewing gum stick, motorbike, cap, muffler, sweater tag, helmet, pen refill, broom stick, refrigerator, gas stove, jam, butter and honey) and especially your remote control" ... any place they haven't been? Think.

inconsequential indefinite discussions on indiscriminate decisionless derivatives

Privacy is such a sensitive issue. It is so sense-see-irritative which comes to picture only when it is practically disturbed. I write a blog here and there are a few brothers doing to and fro in the background and it just reminds me how i was well off with my old and creaking laptop.

So i am back after a long backdrop of events. When some certain crucial things change in life like one's timings and when you eat and sleep and where you breath and who you meet and what you ride and what you drink, it takes some time for people like me to be back in shape. I think that sums up the reason for my absence and my little presence in the responsive comment section. Anyways, now that everyone is all with dhum dhadhas going up and good on blogging with the fullest josh i think it's difficult to attract the very few anon comments that i could barely manage to keep with my little blogging and lot of letting them be.

But when one is in a mood such that i am in now which very few people understand and more people try to interpret, all that is in front of me and around me actually irritates and gets on my nerves. I have my cell switched off and my mind fully set on this piece of monitor that is also bugging me constantly. Is this just a mental state that everyone stumble upon once in a while or do I need to xplain it a little further to make it more legible to the illegitimate few??

get lost.

My little sense which has practically become nonesense by now, like Milan's silliness in the unsillily silly world or smth like that, tells me that my unnecessary and inconsequential indiscriminate discussion on decisionless topics may actually conducively help me in effectively losing the only few readers i have on this site which are here for elusive and inoffensively illiterate purposes.

What? Have i gone nuts or something?

Is this the effect of my recent noticeably different lifestyle that has come over me? or the change in my food habits? or is it my mouse that is growing bigger each day and has taken more and more of my room space? a mouse? how big can it grow to take room space?
space? it is virtually space less- volume less and weight less - it feels like a piece of cotton that has a few claws...

ja'os

Walking fast, past too many people... all strange faces and all strange perfumes all mingled together... i look amongst the crowd for a familiar face. But i don't find you.