Moments of truth

Midnight , when the whole world (or most of it) is asleep, i find an open and quite space under the sky on the roof top.
These are the moments when i can think more objectively than i can think in the daylight. Everything seems so clear and bright in dark which otherwise get ignored in light. I feel like a different person altogether , i feel above the rest of the world (may be its got something to do with me standing on rooftop :->).
Mi visions are so clear that i feel a special sort of closeness or bond with my own self.
For me these are the moments of truth. Moments when i can talk to my self , moments when i can understand myself , moments when i can make myself understand, moments when i can look into my own eyes and see what they really want to say.
One may think mez getting crazy but the fact is these are the only times when i feel SANE.

To preserve my sanity...

The new project was turning out to be a pain in the 'you know where'....so me, renu and tanvir have decided to add some spice to it and that was all the more necessary to keep our wits in right place.
The pressure was drivin us insane and something was needed to be done .
Well i know it is not professional ...its rather kiddish .....but what the heck ....who cares as long as it is fun.

So i baptized the three PIAs in the team

The first one is "Mahabali"...well i cudn't think of a better title for the Proj Mgr.......everytime his BP goes high due to anything the code word is "mahabali ke pet mein khalbali"....lol.

Next comes "Hum Dum"....hey wait ! he is not that lovely humdum u might be thinking of ....Hum Dum is an abbreviation fro "humpty Dumpty"......the guy is actually very much oval shaped....poor chap will die of shock if he comes to know.

last but not the least is "popeye"....everytime things become a bit stingy it seems like his eyes will pop out as they do in mi favourite Tom N Jerry show.....The other day when he absent mindedly called me by some module name rather then mi sweet n short name i knew he has lost it......

Now we can actually make fun of these characters in front of them by discussing this way and the best part is at times they themselves laugh at mi jokes which are actually directed at them.

Sounds stupid...eh??

Looking back

Dya know how does it feel to sit all alone for a while and start looking back at the years gone ....
Looking back at the lives you have lived ....
looking back at what u missed and what u gained .....
what u were not supposed to get but u did anyways and it made difference to ur life.
Looking back at the choices we made and the choices we avoided ....
thinking about the lives u left an imprint on and thinking of the lives which left an imprint on ur life.
Dya know how does it feel to walk back on the roads u once walked .........does the road talk to you?? And do the trees ,sign posts and many familiar signs on that road seems to say that "hey u look familiar"?

Dya know how does it feel to write nonsense stuff ??
well i have juss got a firsthand experience after writing this nonsense.

C'est la vie

Why does it happen that sometime i wake up with a hollow in my stomach,thinking:

* The morning is not as bright as it used to be
* The whole world seems bleak
* Life has only two colors ,black and white.
* The word 'Suck' , 'f*ck' and 'Damn' have become the most prominent words of mi dictionary.
* Ppl have lost their sense of honor and integrity,world sucks !!
* Damn it !! everything is so commonplace and boring.
* Whats wrong with me ,whats mi f*cking problem???
* Ah !! another boring day ahead......

and then i go on looking for something which can add some spice to mi life. Something no matter even if it is problematicor immoral or wrong or dangerous . When u gotta do it ,u gotta do it .

and then i wake up one morning with butterflies in mi stomach,thinking:

* Why am i smiling?
* World is beautiful.
* I love life .
* Is it a life or a rainbow or a funfilled roller coaster ride?
* Ah ! whatta beautiful day .
* :-) :-D ;-)

and thus it goes till the cycle starts all over again.

A roamer's soul

After passing an entire year (i shall rather call 365 days) in bangalore my roamer's soul has started itching mi innerself. Thats why i immediately welcomes the idea of moving to Kolkata .
No i dunno what kinda place it is and i don't give a damn as long as its a new place with new places and new faces , new experience , new problems.
Ah !! new ...new and new.
new means intereting, challanging and much more. That elements of surprise nomatter what it instores for me gives me a high.Infact a surprising problem is any day better then a mundane and boring but comfortable routine.
Lets see what turn does mi life takes in the City of joy.

I wonder

I wonder what do people write in their blogs and how do they write .
Ok i understand if one says 'write what comes to ur mind' ...what the hell are you talking about !!!
Yeah ! I am a bloody hypocrite .....I don't dare to expose half the stuff that comes to my mind .
yes i know its my problem or call it my weakness if that makes you happy . Can't help it and why the f**k am i so keen on writing a blog.
Does it make any difference if i don't . No it doesn't.
May be i found it fashionable 'everybody is doin it so why not i ' kinda thing?

Lol....i must be crazy ....this whole idea of blogging is crazy ....its like talking to urself.
Not that i don't talk to miself but not in public ofcourse.
Hey its working ...i mean see i managed to write half a page .
Yipppeeeeee......