which one

You are...
the place you work in...
the bike you ride...
the brand of jeans you wear...
the place you live in...
the music you listen to...
the book you read...
the cell you use...
the contacts you got...
the friends you keep...
the places you go...
the words you speak...
minus these... and what you got? clones?
who was it that ever mentioned branding's on the wane?

Lost under Ground

The generator and the water pump make the background music of hummmmmmmmmmmmm........... all the while......
Two souls pore over the black computer, the white phone and the Naipaul. On regular intervals the three activities are interchanged to make it the least boring. On a sunny day, of the 20 tubelights in the hall, 6 are put on... this is the irony. It is cold.. thus, hot air blows in from an electric machine. The honks and ponks of the vehicles plying on the road, are heard overhead.. very different from a normal experience of down below on the streets... it is up on the streets. 15 empty seats face different directions as they are left as-it-is after the last meeting... on two cushioned chairs, the blank faces try to do something... they just don't know what... one of them check the corner of the computer screen to read 4:30 aloud... the other check her wrist watch to say 'one more hour', as if to confirm. At the end of the day, they are as blank as they started off with. Thank god mobile phones work.

check out

Seems like everything is down....
Shristy's mood is off....
the workload is off....
The room lights are off...
will catch you later...
'coz don't think this will be posted...
the blogger thing seems off too in the office too...

knock knock

Click. Dial..Dial..Dial..(Punch some numbers)
Milan is on the fone (all suited booted.. with a tie)
"Film herira??"
"..........." (i don't kno the other side ...may b der was nobody... may b he was acting ... may b it was his brother... may b it was his dog... or may b it was his gf)
"disturb bhayo ho?"
"............."
"la ta ma rakchu.."
Click.

+gOOd+ definitely

+Coffee is good+Good movies are good+A nice warm evening by the fireside is good+A call from a faraway fren is good+Tomorrow's plan for a foursome game is good+Dream of a nice future is good+Planning with a new found fren is good+Seeing someone close, happily married off is good+Hot hot bread butter and honey is good+Finding constellations on the upturned bowl above is good+Good laugh on a stupid joke is good+Enjoying a wholesome party is good+Shopping for the right things in the right places is definetly good+Having lots a cash in hand more often than not is always good, though rarely blessed with+A 360 degree view from nagarkot top or swayambhu top or dharahara top is good+reading a thriller by the lampshade in the middle of the night is good, especially when the xams near+getting good grades without studying is good+checking a word in the dictionary and finding it as you guessed is good+reading chekhov, gorky, dosteyvsky(hope i got the spellling right) is good+ discovering a good book without a reco is good+walking under the warm sun without a worry in the world is good (very rare again)+freak out parties are good+a long nice speedy bike ride all uphill is good+comfortable shoes that are also nice looking is good+an all purpose hairstyle is good+long lasting mushy soft chocoalates are good (wonder who makes these)+getting a good and honest feedback is good+frens who can digest ur nonsensical jokes are good+frens who can get irritated with you is good+all the conflict you get everyday bickering with your siblings is good+The all commanding dad to keep u in track is good+Philosophizing irritatingly on every thing to bore you to eternity is good... everything is good... and the best thing is 'this' positive and optimistic attitude which makes every small thing in life and matter seem good, wish i had it more often... have a very good day i!i! Bestest of all.

happy

She went to the last aisle in the store.. and took the smaller bottle from the row. It said - "Happynez-UnlimiteD... take two teaspoonful twice a day"
Sita had been totally frustrated with everything around her - her marriage had been a total disgust.. she had flunked her MS and lost all hopes of getting a DV.
So she had come to the store for the all-purpose, full of controversy - Happiness Potion. She wanted to smile :) and make merry like all others. And she least cared about the side effects at this moment.
She paid at the counter and smiled as she slipped the little bottle into her purse... she could already feel the effect.. she wanted to dance.

Follow me

You don't know how you met me
You don't know why,
You can't turn around and say good-bye
All you know is when I'm with you I make you free
And swim through your veins like a fish in the sea
I'm singing

Follow me,
and Everything is alright
I'll be the one to tuck you in at night
And if you want to leave
I can guarantee
You won't find nobody else like me
- Follow Me (Uncle Kracker)


:-)

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.