Confessions of a Hedonist

Life Ahead!!

2010-04-13T15:14:00.000-07:00

This one is to a good friend of mine.... with love, faith and wishes!

I wonder how and whats your make
beneath your smiles, a lot of pain
never do you let me talk of gloom
nor have i seen you do the fume

What a ride this life has been
ebb and flow of things I've seen
of all the souls that I've known
thought you'd be that happy prone

It hurts to see you drained and down
of tales you had in that distant town
But glad to see you back in here
Here we are; don't you fear

Lost some time but there lots to go
the world is waiting; host your show
Dream your life and live your dream
Tread your path on self esteem.

srikrish

@30!

2009-12-31T02:48:00.000-08:00

It was a good read and a greater feeling to know how much you know about me.

Most of the 30 pointer list can be ticked a 100%.. but there again "Most" is not all. So, heres something you need to know.

1. You dare to dream and also dare to live your dreams

---> "Woh zindagi hi kya, jisme koi namumkin sapna na ho" - Picked from a movie named Khamoshi (Nice songs... should listen to them sometime)

2. You have such a good gift of the gab. Heck! I fell for that

---> Boss thats my capital. Recruiter hu bhai!

3. You are the more artsy person of the two of us

---> Agreed!

4. You love Aditi more than you love me (Aditi loves me more than she loves you, ha-ha!)

---> I love Aditi... most certainly!!... but not an iota more than I love you. YOU ARE NO.1.

5. You are a good sport more often than not

---> Would love to see you with the same spirit.

6. You swear a lot

---> @30, as a recruiter, father of a pretty girl, you really dont need to try too hard.

7. You are so effing short tempered (No! It’s not pot calling kettle black)

---> Now... thats funny (but True)

8. You like to help people genuinely in trouble – no matter how much out of the way you might have to go

---> I just love them all.

9. You love to fight me for Koorkai, but you also love to give up that one extra for me

---> Refer point 4 as preface. I love Koorkai... but can live without it. Not sure if I made a point here!

10. You are a very good people manager

---> Thank you.

11. You hate to admit that I drive better than you do

---> Yeah right... we have a ferrari on F1.

12. You are pathetic in managing finance. Isn’t that why you married me?

---> How good are you in haggling.

13. You love to be pampered. All of us do. I agree. But you need to grow up, okay?

---> Naah...

14. You don’t know you are a typical man who hates to ask someone for directions to a place

---> OK this one is my own.. "Dont ask for directions.. enjoy those lanes that you would never pass through otherwise in your lifetime."

15. You are good at identifying and motivating good talent

---> Aditi will answer as she grows up.

16. You fear failure (again, all of us do) – but it doesn’t stop you

---> My Take. Its not the fear of failure that hurts me. Its the reset button... start from scratch again. LAZY ME!

17. You are an absolute lazy bum

---> geee geee

18. You regret losing your reading and quizzing habit – but don’t do anything about it

---> ON IT HONEY!

19. You still worship Maradona

---> a fag a day keeps the "balls" away!

20. You mean it when you say you don’t care what others think

---> SPOT ON!

21. You hate it when you are bound – even by your own promise. That’s why you don’t promise anything at all.

---> SPOT ON!

22. You don’t like clearing up any mess, more so if you created it

---> SPOT ON AGAIN! Because it really is messy :(

23. You are such a gadget freak. I am thankful that your fetish for mobile phones has slowly died down. I dread the day it shows its ugly face again.

---> Hibernation is different from "dead and gone". Time coming, sri buying.

24. You are penny wise and pound foolish

---> Wanted an Financial advisor, paying the fee thro nose(ICICI online). Chumma

25. You hate to be sick – even before anti-biotic drugs start acting on your body, you would’ve already started your own mental fight against them bacteria. Amazes me.

---> Heard the story of mentally curing Cancer a long time back.. what is bacteria after all!

26. Pet lover

---> Yes SowMeow.

27. A patient shopper, women would generally love – oh! But do you realize I usually have to stand all those long hours outside men’s trial room when you are trying out your nth pair of jeans for the day? Of course, you deserve a good deal, and the pregnant me so deserves a chair.

---> People who shop once an year need to be patient.

28. Okay – this is more like a quirk – because you are as tall as you are – you tend to sleep diagonally even in our six and a half feet by six feet huge bed. I am fat and I really need MORE space. Please, darling!

---> Ahem.. no bedroom matters!

29. Tactful – and how! How can you be just my opposite!?!

---> BLUNT

30. I had to say this – you suck at Spanish! Learning sentences by heart won’t help you mister LOL

---> I just know those few words that will do the magic. Take me to Argentina.

LOVE - SRI
srikrish

To Syed

2009-04-10T03:18:00.000-07:00

To Syed…

It’s still sinking. I’m finding it hard to believe my own eyes.

It’s ironic to say back your trademark words “Perseverance pays”. Even if it does, you wouldn’t be around to see that happen. Dude, you let us down.

Many a times, I was awestruck by your grit and determination. What made you do this cowardly act? If you ever thought your pain ends with your episode, you were wrong. All you did was to pass it to your close ones. Do they deserve this?

When things were falling in place and to your favor, you could have faced a few hours of solitude and melancholy with a mighty heart. Happiness was just a few yards away mate.

Sleep in Peace.

Khuda hafiz,

Srikrish

On crimes and punishments!!

2008-09-29T05:25:00.000-07:00

Interest rates may get slashed, home loan rates may get slashed but crime rate in India is always on the rise. If we ponder for a few minutes, we can squarely blame our punishment system for this trend.

The very second page of any Indian news paper is perpetually packed with rape incidents to pedophile on the prowl to gun running gangsters to traffic violators to pimps and brothels. A stringent yet "Non-capital" punishment will certainly bring down these atrocities.

A rapist should forcefully undergo sex-change operation and get tattooed on the forehead "once a rapist".

A pedophile needs to be forcefully used in a bomb disposal assignment without basic protection.

A corrupt official will have to give away his entire assets to PM relief fund and left to start all over again.

An eve teaser should be forced to clean toilets of a women college for a day.

A traffic defaulter's vehicle should be punctured.

Repetitive defaulter's vehicle's fuel talk should be injected with sugar syrup.

A gangster should have his thumbs cut off.

The crime may be different. However, if we award the right kind of "TREATMENT" to these weeds; I foresee a much better society in the making.

More suggestions on well thought punishments are welcome!!

srikrish

Why can't I??

2008-09-08T06:06:00.000-07:00

Well... here's a short poem/tribute for one of my friends who has started a small venture. I wish him the very best in all his future endeavours.

Best of men have proved it right
All you need is grit to fight
Falling down is not a sin
That’s the start; closer to win

If you care to see them all
Their starting days were filled with falls
Hadn’t they fought to stand again
Wouldn’t have known the waiting gain

There’s nothing that comes free of cost
Thinking so would get you lost
Luck would favour those who try
Success ahead; so don’t you cry

Those who made it big and high
Endured the pain; but not a sigh
They marched ahead and aimed the sky
Shouting; If they can do.. why cant I??

srikrish

Executive What... Part II

2008-08-19T04:58:00.000-07:00

For those who have read prologue of this post (http://srikrish.blogspot.com/2008/06/executive-what.html) .. know what pain a recruiter could go through, if he or she fails to explain what executive search is to their respective moms / moms-in-law(new inclusion)! There are many more such seemingly innocent questions that moms have about this (**marked altruistic) profession that leaves one spell bound!

Well.. I managed to explain to my mom that though Govindan and I do similar work.. they are DEFINITELY not the same. So my mom now can explain what "executive search" is!! She can probably talk about retained /contingent / exclusive assignments!! Whoaaa... now that’s a rocket science!

** She now goes out of the way to explain my role to people who make a mistake of asking my whereabouts!

We all live with assumptions. My mom is no exception.. She thinks that her son walks with “free-to-distribute” jobs in his pockets and “Please him… and walk out with a brand new job offer”.

Yet another tele-con transcript: (I’m a silent audience)

Mom: Hello xyz… blah bhah…..

XYZ(My Aunt): blah.. blah… Arun(my cousin) is looking for a job. Ask Sri get him a job. (Arun is a fresh BE grad from Bannariamman Institute of Technology and Science : Read BITS ).

Mom: No problem.. I will ask Sri to get him a job at the earliest!

I wanted to say : (Boing!!!!!!!! Mom.. Also ask her to send her father-in-laws CV too… he is just 74 and can still be placed by Sri).

Aunt: Ok.. I will ask Arun to send his CV to Sri. (after multiple corrections she got my mail id right).

--- End of Call---

Me: Amma… I cant find myself a job if my boss kicks me out and you are propogating me as a job minting machine. I’m no PC Sircar and cant get jobs for ppl from nowhere.

Amma: Sri… you are being mean. I see that you get good jobs for people with huge salaries and you cant even get a job for Arun who almost grew up by your shadow.

I made her sit on the couch and started explaining things again..

Me: Amma… look… I want to redefine my work a bit. So.. erase the previous definitions.

Mom: Now what??

Me: See… I’m like a cashier at a bank. OK??? I have loads of money in my box. I even can count it … but cannot give it to everybody just because they asked me or I’m sitting over a trunk of piled up cash. That how it is!

Mom: Ahh.. I see. But I still cant believe that. You say you placed a CEO the other day. Wont he absorb Arun if you ask that gentleman to do so??

Me: Hmm… I wish I could… but it still doesn’t work that ways.

Me: OK. Let me put it this way. I’m like a Pizza delivery boy. I can carry jobs; smell jobs but cant keep it to my self or give it to my near ones. I need to deliver it to the right door. Else, I loose my job (that too within 30 mins)!!

Mom: You confused me too much… are you a Search guy OR a cashier OR a Pizza boy?

Me: All of them! That exactly what a recruiter is!

Srikrish.

Executive what???

2008-06-27T03:00:00.000-07:00

I'm not sure how many moms know what their sons/daughters do for their living. I mean... the profession of "their kids". They might know in a broad perspective as to where it falls but not about the designation or the complications involved. Heres what transpired between my mom and me when I tried explaining my job.

Rider:

************

I work for a leading Search and Selection firm in India - assisting big MNCs and niche start-ups find leadership talent. (At least, thats what I'm supposed to say to ppl for a briefer).

************
My mom has a faint idea that I did my masters specializing in HR.. and hence of the belief that her son is shooting down stars in that arena. Well... that’s more than what she needs to know for a peaceful life. Good.

One fine day, I saw my mom talking to her long lost friend over the phone... exchanging pleasantries, old time memories, recent gossips and about their respective kids. *Question from the other end of the phone: So.. whats Sri doing. Was a puny little thing with a red "chaddi" and running nose when I saw him last. (Gosh!! the colour "RED" + runnign nose - Did I ever exist??)

Well... he is a grown boy.. sorry.. young man... married with a daughter. "HE IS WORKING IN SOME / AS SOME HR".(what does that mean). The all understanding blessed soul at the other end reports about her side of story and manages to hangup.

Mom asks: Shall I serve dinner??

Me: Yes Ma... by the way... do you really know what I really do at my office??

Mom: Yes.. some HR stuff!

Me: Ma... I'm into "executive search"

Mom: executive WHAT??

Me: Search... We scout for senior people in the industry and connect them with suitable opportunities/organisations.

Mom: That sounds like what Govindan does..

***Govindan is a marriage broker. hooks up prospective bride and grooms.

I didn't know what to say.. I paused for a couple of seconds and said... amma... konjam sambar oothu (Serve me some sambar).

srikrish

An angel disguised?

2007-12-22T13:47:00.000-08:00

Oh my own…What pains more?
Sting of a bee or the words so sore?
How could you bear my venomous tongue?
For all that crap and rotten dung

You proved then and yet again
You loved me more when I gave all pain
I squared you and saw you flamed
Oh my own… I’m ashamed!

Not a word or sigh came out
Patient lady; you heard me shout
You let me finish that entire roar
Oh my own… a sounding board??

Angel face with a heart to pardon
You made me realize what I’ve done
With no harsh words but a hug to cheer
I heard you whisper “I’m here”.

Your touch was true and love so real
It turned me sane or so did I feel..
Are you my wife or an angel disguised?
What did I do to get you in my life?

Should I write an ode (on you)
Or should I take an oath
But..Whatever I do
I’ll never hurt you.

srikrish

Trance of transition…

2007-10-21T13:46:00.000-07:00

Saturday, 23 October 2004: Its midnight and Man Utd takes on Arsenal… 2 Crates of Beer Cans, Sri with a bunch of boys, a dozen Packs of cigarretes and a bucket filled to its quarter to serve the purpose of a mammoth ashtray.

Sunday, 21 October 2007: Its midnight and My Boss would take on my Arse if I don’t finish the report before 10 AM Tomorrow. By the way, set alarm at 4 AM to feed the baby.

…!!

Everybody goes through some transition or other… and they go through it at regular intervals. I think that’s life’s protocol. Come to think of it… the initial part of any transition is a state of trance. You feel like a Zombie… i.e. you don’t get to know that you are in a transition mode until the fag end. Suddenly, world looks different, priorities change, thoughts crystallize (foot smells, nose runs..) and you feel you are a “different you”.

Today… I care a damn if Man U wins or it’s Arsenal. I don’t even know if there’s a match happening tonight or if Thierry Henry nets it for Barca. Not that I have lost it for the game. Its like… my priorities have changed…. I know Aditi has her next dose of booster on 2nd of November and she weighs 12 kgs. We are majorly contemplating this idea of changing her solid foods from Dal Palak and Wheat Apple again. Should we be increasing Aditi’s intake of “NAN-2” from 4 Oz to 6 OZ?? Myriad questions and answers. The father in me takes the precedence…

From a Zombie to a Daddy… in 1000 days flat. Now.. that’s what I call transition. Or should I call it “trance-ition”.

Hang on… Somy’s calling….

What??? How much… 4 Ounces???

srikrish

The pain of drafting a resignation mail....

2007-07-06T04:14:00.000-07:00

I'm in a profession that helps people resign their current jobs and move on (under the pretext of heading for a value added career opportunity) and I can call myself a decently successful change agent without doubts. Well, said on an (in)different note, my company pays me for getting people to resign their current jobs.

Though being instrumental in making scores of people write their so-called "farewell" mails, I found it really jittery typing one myself. Suddenly you feel a hundred butterflies fluttering in your belly. It would have been a conscious decision, yet you feel you like withdrawing the mail you sent the subsequent moment (haplessly).

I could not come to terms with the fact that I'm moving out of a company I loved the most and had the best intentions for. Sudden guilt gets the better of you though there are no reasons to feel so.

Worst of all.. When you really like the manager/head things get worse. And in my case, I really regard my actual boss (Mr. Souvik Chakraborthy). He taught me the trade and I’m what I’m today, because of him. I did not care about anything else but the impending moment of a personal “eye to eye” contact with him. I just can’t imagine about it…! (Somebody help me).

I fear that he might not understand my situation (immaterial of the genuineness of the intentions) and will sever relationships with me. But I’m sure he would appreciate my decision someday.

Anyways, I need to do what I need to…. resign from my current organization. I justify it this way: CAPntel will survive without Sri but Sri can’t survive without this move. With best of intentions for CAPntel, I’m going to shoot my resignation mail in the next few minutes. Anyone reading this blog, please pray everything works well with both the parties!

Signing off with a heavy heart….

Sr!

So what? Attitude

2006-10-31T12:11:00.000-08:00

"So what??"... Most of us who live/lived in this world would have faced or blurted this “bi syllabi” question at one point of time or other.

“So what??” If I'm coloured! ... to “So what??” If I'm not an Ivy league pass out… to “So what??” If 'm still a virgin!! Look around… its there every where.

If you think... this is one convincing question to answer a cornered situation... think again! I believe "so what!" is more of a statement than an "answering question".

Personally speaking, If we fail to tag this liner with our personality, I think We 're letting the world take control of us, our souls and our destiny. It’s like signing a bond of life long slavery. Even worse, you are endorsing your own incompetence and impotence.

OK… I passed out of a “god forsaken” “Maganlal institute of Technology” (MIT) and not Masachussets institute of technology. So what?… does that mean that I’m a lesser mortal and I belong to the community of brainless maggots in human proportion.

Or.. I like this girl who is elder to me and belongs to a “not so forward” caste… So what ??.. I ‘vent committed a sin of any unpardonable act which triggers a threat to the sheer existence of this human race.

Or.. I eat my food with my “god-given” fingers and not the forks and spoons… So What?? Whoa….Do I suddenly transform into a coarse marsupial belonging to 1406 BC? Who sets these standards…!

Unfortunately, this is exactly what my conventional - half-dead – hypercritical – so called “society” believes in.

Yes, I live and share my air with the same society which thinks that an individual should live in and by a protocol. They have never heard about the term “Maverick”. For them it sounds more like “faux pas”. You unbelong there if you are worth your testicles!

Success by their succinct definition is when you become shamelessly submissive… submissive to what the want out of you.

So What?… So What?…SO fucking WHAT? Its my life… I want to live it the way I want to….

My heart steers my direction and my brain propels me. You fuck and fart for your pleasure and satisfaction… not for this prejudiced society.

Go ahead… do not let any one tell you how to handle your life. Don’t ask “So what”? Say “SO WHAT??”

Perhaps...

2006-05-17T21:26:00.000-07:00

Perhaps I could cry out loud
Perhaps I could touch the cloud
Perhaps I could dream all day
Perhaps HE could hear me pray

Perhaps I could share my fears
Perhaps I could hide my tears
Perhaps I never had to part
Perhaps she could hear my heart

Perhaps I could stop this night
Perhaps I could paint it white
Perhaps I could make her smile
Perhaps We could wait that while

But none of them did seem to happen
- I cant let my hopes get dampen
Past is past; to hell with sorrow
Things would change for sure - tomorrow!!

srikrish

The Prologue

2006-05-13T13:36:00.000-07:00

There cannot be a better time than the wee hours of morning to retrospect ones life. Leaning over the parapet wall of my cushy balcony, I couldn’t help but notice the distant sounds of dogs barking, a confident early morning flight's take off, soothing fresh breeze and a flickering yet undying attempt of the night lamp to illuminate the corner of my street.

What a perfect milieu to crawl through my memory lane. Silence so serene that I could hear my hearts beat. Jumbled scenes from my yesteryears brought involuntary expressions in my face – enigmatic grins altering with inexplicably cold resentment.

An unsuccessful attempt to run away from home at 13, kneeling down at the doors of the head master, the slanderous first kiss, my vespa scooter, dodging cops, my playboy collection being burnt, my first computer, my first pair of football boots, capping my school’s soccer team, my first part time job, my first salary of Rs.750, first time that I bunked my class, first time that I flunked, sneak outs at nights, my quiz conquests, kicking hard on my senior’s crotch for ragging my best friend (eventually got beaten black and blue)…. An unending list of evergreen flashes from my past!!

Here I’m, this is me… Srikrishnan Ananthanarayanan! An absolute Palki (Palakkad Iyer). Contrary to the universal Palki ideology where (IITs, IIMs. BITS and ICAI’s) are the only four schools in the world – you finish out of any other instis

a) You are not an Iyer.
b) You are certainly not a Palakkad Iyer.
c) You are a faux pa

From now on… this blog is about ME, a non IIT/IIM/CA Iyer (call me a pseudo Iyer if u want)! This will be about my life, my fights against time and resources. My wins ( countable few) and shit loads of loser stories. I think that’s where I win.

Well…I have planned to pen down my (mis)adventures in detail in the days to come. I’ll try to cover incidents in reverse chronology! Not sure if it would interest you but it would be more of revelations. People concerned might get offended (bound to) and I might give me death threats… ;-) . Who cares…

I might reveal my ex girls, my crime (rhyme) partners, may be even reveal my ex-boss’s ( a typical HARI SADU) clandestine affair too!! But… but…. but … I do regard them in one way or other so I might use pseudonyms.

So watch out this space!!

srikrish

Testimonies

2006-05-11T05:52:00.000-07:00

Every community networking site today features a blaring column which begs for testimonies and people do scrap a few lines about you. Had people known about the etymology of the word, I believe they might think twice before writing a testimony for someone!!

The resemblance between testimony, testify, testis, and testicle shows an etymological relationship, but linguists are not agreed on precisely how English testis came to have its current meaning. An old theory has it that the Romans placed their right hand on their testicles and swore by them before giving testimony in court.

So.. do think if you really want to give a testimony for anyone!! Unfortunately, this doesn’t stop any woman to give testimonies!!

I HATE GHANA ULAGANATHAN

2006-04-18T10:43:00.000-07:00

It’s really tough to hate someone! Or at least...that’s what I've been thinking all along --- till one day I get to hear GHANA ULAGANATHAN... rather see him. This obscure Ghana genius has earned himself oodles of fans and an equal number of irritated critics. I just couldn’t come to terms that his song “vaala Meenu” has been topping the charts. The very sound/visual of the song sends squeaky uncomfortable shivers down my spine.

To top it all, there was a special program on the Tamil new year day, featuring this new found Ghana architect. God... janta's taste cant get any worse.

Aaj Thalaivar ka movie release hua hai ... Par main kush nahi hun!

2005-04-13T10:22:00.000-07:00

Come tomorrow, Rajani's a.k.a Thalaivar's much awaited Chandramukhi would be simultaneously screened across the country and I'm sure every inch of Tamil Nadu would be titivated with humongous cut-outs by religiously celebrating Rajani Fans. That’s just a glimpse of my imagination.

You know… making it to the ‘First Day First Show’ to Thalaivar’s movies that too if you are not a “rasigar mandram” member is as tough as cracking CAT or IIT-JEE (huh…That was quite an understatement). I still have fresh memories of how these so called ‘Thalaivar evangelists’ celebrated Padaiyappa.. Well.. I was not in Coimbatore when BABA was released.

Today I’m in Pune…. This is where my story starts.

Let me tell you.. I'm not one of those absolute followers of Rajani Cult. But I’ve already procured a ticket to Chandramukhi (more than a day in advance). There was a strong urge from within to perform that act. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. My restlessness didn’t stop till I got a ticket for tomorrow’s show.

After a long thought… I got the reason.

It was not the linguistic affinity that made me do that act. Nor the “home away” syndrome… not that I didn’t have anything else to do… It’s probably because I’m missing someone who is a devout Rajani fan (mandram uruppinar) who wouldn’t have missed the first day first show of Chandramukhi. He would have been more than happy if he gets that ticket. This is for that friend of mine who celebrates Rajani’s birthday even when he is broke. He might miss his own birthday (NOT EXAGERATING ) not thalaivar’s .

He would have distributed sweets to strangers in the streets to celebrate the release of this movie as if he is one of the stake holders. He would have climbed the high gates of the movie hall to ensure his ticket (and mine too). He would have whistled at the very first slide of “NO SMOKING, THANKS”. Would have cried at the height of his pitch when the background music of Rajani’s introduction is played in the movie. Would swear words at the pious villain who hits thalaivar first (apparently gets beaten up by Rajani’s flying kick) Lastly, would not mind taking a tiff with the big guy next to him who feels thalaivar is aging.

This guy is … miles away in a foreign land… alone and fighting (Singa kutty). I know what you are going through…I just want to assure you that I’ll be there… forever. I wish Singapore is just an hour away from me. You will last… tough times won’t. This one is for you da. MY SMALL TRIBUTE. GIRI, Miss you da.

hmmm... apparam..... Nee sollu..... vera...

2005-02-03T09:22:00.000-08:00

hmmm... apparam..... Nee sollu..... vere...

*The above said words are in Tamil. If a translator favours you.. it would be [hmmm... Then.... "you tell me"... "what else"]

Wondering what this crap is all about ?? These words alone would easily contribute 37.43 % profit earned by the telecom operators(at least in India). well.. these are the most widely uttered words when a guy and a girl talk. When I say guy and a girl... I mean.. A guy who is seeing a girl and vice versa. Now isn’t that an interesting stat. Well don’t worry.. I just cooked that figure.

Man… see a guy koo chee koo his girl… he can talk for hours together with absolutely no “stuff”. As everything, good or bad, ends… topic of discussion ends too (how weird). Now, this is where these magical words come into picture. They know they have nothing more to talk but still don’t want to hang up the receiver. How stupid.

Well, how stupid is a very relative question.

If you are a audience to the entire talk wherein these words are uttered… there are a few inferences..

1. You are dumb F****. Let them talk.. get the f*** outta there.
2. You have all the time in the world to patiently listen to someone else talking to his/her guy/gal.
3. You never had a girl ( I doubt if you are straight)

Now.. I dunno what % is my contribution to the 37.43% of the telecom operators profit.

Man…. Dunno why I feel so strongly that I need to help the telcos make profit.

Apparam… vere enna.. bye for now. Hanging up.

A Forgotten Story

2004-10-20T08:17:00.000-07:00

Read my lines before they fade
‘d tell you a forgotten story
a fable and a fairy tale
of a battered soul that wants to speak

not the words of worldly glory
but the gist of bygone nights
-an unsung song of chronic pain
a deep cut scar on the face of life

Guilt

2004-10-20T08:14:00.000-07:00

A face and thought thats lost in time
Shedding tears for an unknown crime
You lied to self when you hate to lie
Is it the guilt that makes you cry?

You never knew the night would stay
Months would pass but not that day
It still feels like the day before
My eyes are closed, they sleep no more.

Is there something I could do
That would take you off this blue
Or should I stay but out of sight
leave you lone and let you fight!

Confessions of a Hedonist

2004-09-09T06:48:00.000-07:00

It’s interesting to see how technological advancements have changed our lives. For example... take this blog.. One to crap and a thousand to read! Funny... but then it makes sense somewhere!

Unlike the usual blogs, I don’t want to give an account of personal glory at this corner! But to cook up with a topic everyday will again be a trouble. This makes me wonder how ekta kapoor and her likes manage to spin yarns out of nothing. Boy…SOAPs....

Aaah.. the funda behind these modern "epics" called SOAPs... as given by Parnab…

... initially the prime time serials, aired in the radio were aimed at house wives and where hence sponsored big-time by the soap manufacturers/ distributers like P&G and HLL... so these were basically called "soap operas"... shortened to SOAPs.. as we know them today.

Grrr... Quite a bit of garbage in the very first blog! Ciao… I plan to cook actually cook food tonight!!

A carpenter's dream

2004-09-06T06:19:00.000-07:00

A carpenter's dream

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