corrupted minds

Many days have past... when i come after rambling here and there...
to this place again... i feel ... what is this place.... where have i been ...
as if returning to your home after a month's trip... you get a strange feeling of lostlessness and affinity in a remote way and happiness and that comforting feel...

This country needs help... serious help....a vacancy should have come in all the dailies by now:

Vacancy Announcement

A country rich in water and other natural resources needs as many young citizens between 16 to 35 years of age to steer around the fate of the country to peace and development. Candidate should possess following skills to take up developmental activities in all parts of the country and in later stages of career should show potential leadership skills to compete for top ministerial positions in the country.

Qualifications:
* can be educated or uneducated
*should know what a country is and what love of a country is
* can be of any nationality until he/she has proven concern for the country
* should not have previous record of destroying public property in any demonstrations
* should have clean record on bribery and corruption
* should not be affiliated to any leaders or names previously uttered for any kind of contradictions on bribery and corruptions

Positive attitude, lot of energy, and fresh ideas for cost saving and productivity will be an added advantage.

Note: The country believes in fair practice and does not discriminate in the selection process on grounds of sex, caste, or economic background.

Young, intelligent brains who have left the country are encouraged to apply

Prohibition: All citizens associated at any age and time with bribery or corruption related cases are prohibited to apply even with a fake certificate proving liable age.

alu paakeko

kalu went to buy alu.... and said to the shopkeeper "give me alu in a jhola"
shopkeeper said "i have no jhola for alu"
so kalu went to another alu ka dukan to buy alu... the shopkeeper's name was saalu...
this is not a continuation of the previous story... FYI...
it seems BAU makes life boring from one cell to other and from one cubicle to other... but no one is bored from one cubicle to other nor from one tubelight to other... they all enjoy changing work environ from one day to the next... and one color to other... chaning shades and changing music...

so kalu was frustrated wen he cudn't find the alu and went bac home to eat only dal and bhat which he ate in front of the TV. The TV was showing only news today with old people with caps on the mikes... it was budget budget they kept saying... now, what is budget kalu with no alu at the moment wondered because he had bought that TV 55months ago to watch 'dhishum dhishum' fight of sarukkhan like on movie 'koila'. But they didn't show saruk like on koila... it was all laila laila only... he was with yellow and red shirt around girls or on trains or on green nice picture like fields only... anyways there was no charuk on the channel, it was some old guy drinking water from time to time disturbing everything and giving long long speech ... reading it out from the paper because he cudn't memorize it all and some at the back of the audience were yawning... and some clapped the table from time to time .... they were very naughty...

since he could not see rani dancing on screen, he missed alu with his bhat even more... kalu had thought a lot about buying a bicycle recently. All his friends - bhalu and saalu had bike and he was the only one who had to run behind buses to get on the backside and get off with a lot of danger to skip the bus fare...but he thought - i will buy a bike in a few weeks... but first the alu in a jhola...
...not to be continued

flabbergasted

The clock hands flicked to 5, 21 as she descended the stairs with a sense of freshness - after a cool bath, perfumed talc, deo spray and a dab of roll-on - it made her look and smell fresh. Taking the keys from the floor where she'd let them fall last evening; she massaged the dog's head behind its ears as it hid its eyes already in a deep slumber. She came out of the house, looked left and then right, bit her lower lip and headed left. She didn’t know where she was going or where she wanted to go. She wanted to move and go somewhere, but the destination was unknown – the process was clear.

She walked, increased her pace slowly and in matter of about ten minutes she was jogging past the other early risers on the street. She could hear the heavy breathing and could feel her muscles flick as she threw each sneakered feet faster than the one before. Nothing stopped her now – the sweating, the breathing, the tiredness that slowly seeped up from her feet – nothing seemed to have a control and the feet moved forward like a train chugging without brakes. She slowed to a jog when she saw the familiar sign boards raised high above the others and panting heavily out of breath she entered the building.
(to be continued...)

prt

error

banana lassi

i order banana lassi from the list of drinks... others have coffee...
on my second sip... the glass slips between my fingers as i desperately try to control it ...
the glass topples over the table ... on my fren beside me...
b4 n e of us realize wots happened... she is on her feet ... her pants..shirt...bag ... n most of her stuff inside the bag ...now, in a different flavor...banana!!!
we dab pkts of napkin on her pants, her bag and inside her bag...
after the initial commotion we sit back quietly with the kathi rolls.... we take a few bites to roar up laughing our heads off at wot happended...

now that i think of it.... it was the day we got our appointment letter...
but more that it... banana lassi reminds me of a new bonding n a new life that we started off that day... all of us....
wot a 'food item' on the list to associate oneself with....
banana lassi!!! i order everytime i enter...

lunch

caught up with an old fren after abt 5 yrs... i called her up for lunch...
i don't think she understood n e thing i said in that one hour chat ... except a few comments on the sandwich, momo and banana lassi i was passing...
we parted- each wondering... which world does she live in??

freshen the start

5:30 every morn' i run and feel my own breath... panting...
it's good to jog in the fresh morn' air...
and am sure this is possible in n e part of the world...
yet, wen i take the fresh air early morn...
i realize wot i av been missing all this time... n n joy all the more...
a fresh start ........... every day.

jus a thought

Is it the lyrics of the song that matter? or the music? Both...
wen both of them are gud... it makes wonder... an analogy to everything in life perhaps...

sweet home alabama

Well, one more fren leaving for US this August... Alabama...
there's a song on Alabama.. i jus can't remember at the moment... hm..hm..hmm...
and the update is brain drain continues...

WC fever continues and is shooting high with fav Brasil and the British team out...
whoever's predicted the odds b4 the games shud be beating his head against n e wall available ...

If Portugal was to win the WC, there are a few odd-men-out who have put their sums on them... well, boys all the best!

flip flop

There is this lady - my neighbour... she is singing all religious songs from 6 in the morning for a whole hour or two with her prayer bells and everything possible ringing around ... she is not that old to be getting so much into prayer n that kind of stuff... as we have that notion - only the old people pray...she's middle aged lets say... and i respect her 'respect for god' and all the all mighty thing...but pls yaar one should think about the neighbours nah? in the spirit of Love thy neighbour...at least... otherwise when i am here in my room thinking of something to write ... all that enters the mind thru' open ears are the words... om jaigadisha haree... n jai jai jai mahadev... if i complain to elders in the house... it's definitely a +ve thing for them that some gud stuff going in my head 'stead of some jumbled words of a rock song or the constant striking of fingers on the keys... my logic is... if you praying... u pray silently nah why all the noise...

n e ways catching up on life... m back to work from a short training... had some substantial input from all day learning and lil work... took me back to college days for sometime... but snap back to reality... n dats wot we always do...

when we write ... n at some days or some points in time we have nothing to write on... or there is a wall which stops all flow of thinking to put words on the screen... it's called a Writer's Block...
for a change someone could come up with a Writer's Blog...

so, some may think i am back to my plop-plap... click clack kinda title again.. but i have flip flop for a very valid reason here.... which has been quite elusive till now...
ktm is all wet with rain rain and more rain.... so flip flop are your sandals on the wet streets... which go extra hard on those flipping and flopping.... n the catch is... only "u" hear and feel the flip flops of your own shoes or sandals... if you just stare at the people beneath you on the streets to get some of that flip flop sensation...no madam... sirjee, "you" need to be on the streets with a pair of sandals yourself for that cool new sensation f your sandals... flip flop... flip flop... flip flop... on the streets of cat-man-du... go get a pair NOW... wet it with all the puddles dats there... squeak it a lil... slip a lil n flip flop on... ...
so this wet season.... happy flip flopping to all... ...
smts i wonder... (read it as: at all times)... who gets my jokes? does n e one ever? or do i jus ramble on ... for the heck of it... question mark.

quack-quack

No comment on my posts for months and months… and yet I keep posting… I keep posting… and yet I keep posting… and I wonder from time to time… hmm…but I will keep posting and still will keep posting… so if you got the mood… pls read along… and I will happily keep posting. Be yourself, enjoy posting…oops reading.

This undated photo provided by the International Bird Rescue Research Center, shows an X-ray taken Sunday, May 21, 2006, of an injured duck with a broken wing. The International Bird Rescue Research Center in Cordelia. Calif., plans to raise funds with an unusual duck X-ray, which they say shows the clear image of what appears to be the face, or head, of an extraterrestrial alien in the bird's stomach. Unfortunately, the duck died quickly and quietly of its injuries. (AP Photo/International Bird Rescue Research Center, Marie Travers)

This-May

To be very apolitical, May saw the solid outcomes of the April movement. A lot has happened in the month of May… at least for the Nepalese… we got a PM after such a long time… but we got the same old PM… whom many shunned for his avarice. The peace talk was historic… the points agreed on were good… ceasefire, no bandhs, no chakka jams, no disturbance on the movement of food and essential goods. It all brings so much optimism in people's mind. We saw much more historic and truly amazing changes … royal powers were brought down to almost nothing… monarchy had never been so much diminished… the aura of the King never been so challenged. May saw some heartwrenching accidents… and spine-chilling robberies – three robberies in a week. Two banks looted, a house attacked…all daylight robberies in the heart of the capital.

Women's rights got some solid boosting in the HoR – Citizenship by a mother's name and a third reservations in state mechanisms...had been a long longed dream. All Nepalese had some take or the other… yet the euphoria doesn't seem to have seeped everywhere. Is it because we saw some extremely peaceful rallies on the street? Or is it just the heat creeping up our senses - or, has the senses got so creeped, the system's got heated? why are we yet not happy?

Its bad to end up with a question - especially on an issue like this. But i just wish someone had the answers - and i wish that someone to be the ones who take us forward... who are giving us these changes... where are we headed sir, please give direction?

98degreesFarenheit

World Cup Wall chart needs to be sent tomorrow with the probable wins, and i could win a Ferrari... at least it'd feel like i'd just won one...
it's intelligent gambling... we guess who wins... i get it right, i win... nice.
First time i laid my eyes on the schedule.. i chuckled to see Trinidad playing against Sweden... that land of Naipaul... interesting.
Serb&Mont... Togo... Ghana... does seem like some fresh play. Anyways, not a safe bet though... Would the cup go to Brazil? Spain? Argentina? France or stay home - Germany? Whom should i bet on? hmm... ...

Crime and Punishment

I am no one to judge the book by that famous author who can be barely spelled – Fyodor Dostoevsky – hope I'm right at that. However, each time I lend the book to some new enthusiast, it gets returned after a few flips. I had thoroughly enjoyed that book a few years back basking under the winter sun. And each time someone asks me for a nice book or a novel to read I happily offer C&P. how is it? What is it about? Is it good? Looks too fat!? There are the most frequent FAQs I get... And the less frequent ones are how long can I take to read it and I hope it is not too "classic" for me and have you really read it?

After the initial phase is over and I am successful in actually lending the book, it is just a matter of time that it lands safely in its coveted corner unruffled. And I wonder why people find it so uninteresting.

I don't answer most of the FAQs… 'Why don't you read it and then we can talk' I usually say... Because it basically is a murderer's psycho analysis … so subtly and intriguingly dealt… I can't just take in bits and pieces from it to analyze what is it about and who it is about… it is about Raskolnikov, the main character… and the whole story revolves around different other characters in his life and his psychology... and his life in the streets of Russia… and it's wonderful…the psycho analysis…

And I just don't understand why my friends just don't read it… I carry the book back and place it beside Anna Karenina… it's just been more than a year? I smile to myself… just about a year I borrowed Ms Anna? or has it been more…

positive thinking

no more phat phat... plok pak...pok pok... click clang.. and ding dong for all the few people in here...
and those few who miss it... will have to .... just miss it...
positive thinking... and all the vibes that come with it... robin sharma... is definitely a smooth writer... all the everyday tit bits of precious gem he scatters through the pages are beautiful... especially when one is caught in the web of busy-bee life schedule... then, all the small gestures need to be reminded and he does it so well.... positive thinking always is the main part of it... for easy thinking he gives the example of the green lust grass in the mind... no weeds ... no nothing... green lust grass of spring is the positive thinking mind whereon there is a lighthouse which shows you direction and a sumo wrestler which stands for the continuously improvement - kaizen... definetely i heard that word in management... total quality management... but mr. sharma beautifully brings it to everyday use ... to contiuously improve oneself... self development... compare yourself against you as of yesterday and not with others... he says. And that reminds me of one more professor we had.. Mr. Vyas... n e ways, you got the message... the book is a good read... a good mixture of a lot of titbits put together... though individually the lessons may have been brought to you at varied times by all sorts of people... robin puts it collated there and you could easily grab a bite to simplify your life... He has simple, very practical gyan on everyday stuff like from eating live food to thinking good thought and having a good laugh and staying physically fit and reading good books and waking up early and power of the will.
n e other time, i may not have enjoyed it this much... but given the country's situation... the mental weariness... the change in lifestyle... the rush and pressure... robin is definitely a glass of cool spring water on a sunny day... too cliche for a last sentence??... well, just take it.

PS. And ya, it would be a good book to gift someone if you are in that dilema stage of what to buy next for your book or non-book lover whoever... kid or a hubby or dad or grandmom. Its just abt 200 pgs.

phata phat

life is fast paced boss...
n i dont speak for myself... m talking of all the busy souls around ...
if u r in the same pace, u hardly notice them in the same lift... but you cud jus take a pause, zoom out and see the scintillating movements of these tie-suit-briefcased individuals. i start with 'whats the hurry boss?' n end up with a fear of the fast contagion. m already in the soup... waiting for the salt to seep in ...

invisible posts

Posted two posts in a frenzy of the morning on the 21st all on nepal and its brand. Didn't get posted :0!!??? shh0cckss... ... or r they posted under some 'invisible' mode... u never know what new thing comes on this screen, n u r caught unaware of it...

n e ways... bro's got into reed... so everyone's happy happy around the house... ... n,
why is everyone joining the gym from monday... is there something in the air or smth?? .........
life's fun when u enjoy work and people passing by say... i can see the glimmer in your eyes... that feels nice... you feel less tired at the end of the day ... have a goodnight's sleep... wake up with a smile stead of a frown...

... bro smiles as i wait for his book on hand... kingdom under seige... his smile means 'you aren't done with the one you have...n u r prying on mine...'

n i m reminded of that big fat book on the conna gathering dust - ms. karenina, as i fail every attempt on it... a saturday is just not enough and the next weekend, i just have to check out who was crying in the bed room ... so i never get past through the scence where the little girl is lifted on lap by the father while her brother looks on with timid eyes. ... n get reintroduced to the characters every weekend... i have borrowed the book for what like more than a yr now?

back to 77

After that short diversion into thinking of the country... back to the real world... where i enjoy outdoor meals with my family... after a nice day at work... this is real life fully controlled by the short diversion in the previous post. The very practical questions i take in everyday is not what you think of the country? it's like: so what are your other batchmates doing? almost every other person i meet ask me this and i have the number on my fingertips... ... people ask very non-sensical questions and brood about waste-matter... ' why did she say that to me?' ... 'and what could be his salary?' ... or ' what's your age?' .... but there have been very good books in the market these few years, on Nepal ... a few my fren recommends, which he thinks i will never read are - 'State of Nepal' and 'A Kingdom under seige'. But i will read them... and i will make the time for it.

People who have been to Kolkatta and Mumbai say to me... it's a beautiful coutry...
I simply give him a wide smile... he thinks i don't believe him. You go there once and you will know, you haven't been to these hot places... it's an AC dear ... i completely believe him.

People eye the country... because it definitely is a beautiful country... but look at the state.

Went back to country funda again...
But day by day what can i do? Do what i enjoy.. and work my best... and at the end ... Plan for a good friday with frens... because after a tiring week we all deserve it na?
Happy Monday!

point to ponder

Nepal ... a new brand??Nice thought buddy. i don't know who you are.. but it rather intrigued me... so i am taking this up ... why not? very probable possibility... brand is you and me and them... lets say u and me change the brand image... but who gonna change them to this image.. and brand identity... ?? (given it's the best one re)
but we can... doing our own bit... haina ra? Someone inspired me a few weeks back... young people like you should have a strong political thought... but we don't know what politics is do we? we are never taught civic sense, are we? we don't have the feeling that the bridges and road and all the tod-fod done ultimately comes back to us... ... fundamentals is wrong, then what's gonna happen?

all i am left is with questions... so become the answer ... be the change you want to see in the world... that's what mr. gandhi says haina? tara what's the catch? it's a catch 22 situation ke... .... pretty interesting... otherwise there are pretty good leaders ni.... khaita...