Thank you Rose..

I am angry.
I am frustrated.
I am worried.
I am confused.
I am aimless.
I am someone else! I often wonder what's wrong with me and get no reply. Everything is the same yet completely wrong. Everyone talks the same yet don’t make sense. Enough money yet there’s nothing to buy. I am healthy yet feel very sick.

I don’t recollect anything drastic that could change me so much - at least nothing that I thought could. Is it that lack of alcohol or charas that is causing these insane thoughts? Could it be the rusting idle mind that’s playing a trick on me? Maybe Global Warming!

Someone was laughing... AT ME! Who? I Dunno…

Someone was on a roll… made me visit the place I HATE the most – HOSPITAL!! India's best cancer hospital. Correction - India's best Private Cancer Hospital!!! People often relate lousy nd worthless service with the government run places; however THIS place easily takes the cake. Not a single staff member below 40 be it the frustrated 'over friendly' doc, hyper 'laidback' receptionist, horny 'snobbish' ward boys or sexless 'motherly' nurse (maybe cuz they spent half their life becoming 'sister'.. That’s beside the point!) This place is capable of infecting any perfectly healthy individual purely by its look and feel. Business strategy? Maybe! Just when I thought i had my hands full with things-to-hate I get this new 'reality' thrown at my face.

Someone screamed 'Take that you sucker' nd walked off laughing his heart out. Who? Screw it…

Here i was waiting for my next appointment, minding my own business - cursing all these lame ass sonovabitches for their non existing work ethics...

'Hi I'm Rose, what’s your name?'

For few moments I forgot everything; no anger, no frustration, no hate, peace! The most beautiful creature on this god forsaken planet had made her way to my right. Ballerina shoes, hair pulled back neatly, toy mobile in hand, dressed in a cute pink outfit she looked like a princess (I think she was one).. Her 94516534513 watt smile blew me away. She didn’t wait for my reply but made sure i couldn’t take my eyes off her as she ran from one corner to the other. Making faces at the sonovabitches - almost taunting them to catch her. She introduced herself to everyone in the room without caring for any response. She smiled nd loved the attention. This went on for bout 5 minutes before her mother escorted her to the doctor’s chamber.

'Bichari ko brain cancer hai... Dun think she'll be around for her 6th birthday'

I couldn’t believe what i heard.. Infact I refused to accept it. In a split second I wished that I could trade places with her. SOMEONE THAT SMALL & HARMLESS DOES NOT DISERVE THIS!

Whistle followed by a sadistic laughter. Didn’t see anyone. Didn’t need to. I knew who it was!

Rose occupied my mind for the rest of the day and I kept wishing for 'trade'!

Another sadistic laughter! Why now? What for? I was only wishing good for someone. All I wanted was to take place so that she can lead my life… Nothing! Silence! Clear mind! Selfish mind! Criminal mind!

Without even realizing I had wished the worse for that poor girl, she was living the way she wanted, she brought a smile to everyone around, she made them forget their worries for that brief moment, she was loving the attention, she was smiling, she was happy! Look at me - I was complete opposite.. I hate everyone, detest every emotion, happiness eludes me & I’ve forgotten to smile.

She was merely losing her body yet continue to live - I am dead nd didn’t even realize it!

So?

We as a "collective and a cohesive" unit would like YOU to genuinely comment on the pictures below. And by "we" I don't mean me and Manavi. It's the other we.

The significant other would be called the significant mine from now on and had a role to play in the below given pictures.

The collection is called "My Budapest Diaries".

These pictures were clicked using a cellphone 2 MP camera and edited using Picassa.


Circle of Life

Elements

Feelings

I know a lot many people read our blog (no brag intented).

Please leave your comments and leads for a change.

Are you a whore or a housewife?

What comes to your mind when I say the word whore?


A chameli standing in bylane on a rainy night in Mumbai,a victim of circumstances feeding her children at the end of a night,a friendly phrase used in a conversation by a giant to the three princesses surrounding him.

Scratch that.

Think of a guy anywhere between early twenties and early thirties.Think of how many women he has been with.Those carrying their "manhood" up their pants will be formulating an answer for the above question.I know my answer,so I had this thought...

"Every guy is a whore or a housewife"


I have recently started working on a new course telling him how to identify the problem,analysing the sub-factors to the problem and finally using the alternatives which suit me best.

While I might not have used any of these methods in real life yet,it also said to follow the current trends,to take care of logistics,keep in the mind the environmental and internal factors in a situation that needs to be managed.


To make my point,herein I present a few case studies.I hope the guys I know love,hate and irritate will not get offended.After all,blogging is an art.

Case Study number 1.

My friend Huber(real name is hidden yet visible)

My chaddi buddy who never forgets to checks out a womans bosom and comment loudly enough on it...Loud enough that the girl in question is able to hear his comments,is a perfect stereotype.

Been in two serious relationships for long periods of time.Touch the wrong button and he aint gonna trust gonna again.

While he flirts with everything that possesses a punani,he looks for the right one.

A housewife,in the disguise of a whore,who'd prefer to come home,no,get drunk with someone four nights a week than randoming away.


Case number 2.

A recent friend,lets call him Raag(real name hidden yet visible) is thirty something years old.Sex and the City has taught me how to never judge or care for someone who hasnt gotten married.It has also taught me that if ur single and you're in your thirties,you've been around the block,as much as I'd think that maybe sex might actually get boring.

While entering the unknown territories of marriagehood is as confusing and mindf****** as the Matrix,he recently decided to enter the arena.

Jenny wants to become a plain Jain.


Case number 3.

Lets call him jhakas(real name hidden yet visible).Needless to say,he's anything but jhakaas.I have known him from the past four years or more...and I have know him from close quarters.

While he rants about how noone knows him or he's always been misunderstood,his record with girl is as stereotypical as chocolote ice cream being the new vanilla.

One dreadful relationship and off goes the belief in love.Girl are bitches.I agree.

Now he brags about the number of women he's done...Obviously,he makes it clear to them that he aint looking for nothing serious.

Right.

Like all girls want their hair to be messed up by vermillion.

Case number 4

Lets call him an A.It stands for an asshole.While my disgust and anger reaches new level everytime I think of him, he's the the most unique case ever.

The only relationship he has ever had was at the age of 25.It lasted a year long and managed to keep that girl the happiest times of her life.

Coz of his reasons,responsibilties whatever you may call it, it didnt work out.

He remains to be a single housewife.


You see,life is simpler.

Case number 5.

His name is Ish(real name hidden yet visible)

He fell in love.He fell outta it.He did quite a lotta girls.Now this is what we love,
the right girl making an honest guy outta the bad ass.

He hopes to marry her soon.

Case number 6

Never mind

Case number 7

We have all had one in our classroom,in college and now in our office.The clown.
Who makes you laugh,who opens your bag,who peeps into your jeans and who makes fun of your body hair when your late for your waxing appointment.

He makes nice with all of the girls who laugh at his jokes,but he always he one girl to go to the movies with,the one he will someday,take home.

Case number 8.

His name is Rajiv.He's been in two relationships.His second one is with me.
I'd like to think of him as a creature of habit.I'd like to think I am too.

While he says I ll be his only girlfriend ever,we know which cateogary he want to falls in.

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So what is the point of all these interesting men being spoken of on an insignificant blog?Coz if you're a man...you're a whore.Or a housewife.

Cool eh?

Danke.

P don't preach!

It would be easy to locate Chetan Bhagat’s speech for the BBA students in symbiosis. If you catch it somewhere, do read it. Just a few days back I and the significant other were discussing a lot of these famous speeches which were so much better when u read it, and a complete turn off when u actually heard them.

I don’t know how well he delivered it, but the document is a must read. I have always been a fan of the connect he creates with almost about everyone with his pen. He was a good story teller; he is now becoming a youth icon.

My take on the speech – Rather my take away from it, the things I believe in.

Do what you love and Monday mornings wouldn’t seem so blue. I strive to get there and there is nothing more important than that. Not even the money or the brand or the perks.

Do not value money. It’s not that hard to earn money. Value the people you love, value friendships and most importantly value health and mental peace.

Make happiness a state of being and everything else gets taken care off.

I get scared of people who are extremely serious. I mean what’s the need.

One last thing about nurturing the spark - don't take life seriously. One my yoga teachers used to make students laugh during classes. One student asked him if these jokes would take away something from the yoga practice. The teacher said - don't be serious, be sincere. This quote has defined my work ever since. Whether its my writing, my job, my relationships or any of my goals. I get thousands of opinions on my writing everyday. There is heaps of praise, there is intense criticism. If I take it all seriously, how will I write? Or rather, how will I live? Life is not to be taken seriously, as we are really temporary here. We are like a pre-paid card with limited validity. If we are lucky, we may last another 50 years. And 50 years is just 2,500 weekends. Do we really need to get so worked up? It's ok, bunk a few classes, goof up a few interviews, fall in love. We are people, not programmed devices.

Go fall in love. It’s risky but then you are the happiest when you are in it.
It makes the world go round and it makes you believe that anything is possible.

Lastly, as Chetan says: Keep the spark alive!

One day @ the training room

When I am awake....I think about him.
When I am asleep....I dream about him.

These are the kind of lines I use nowadays. I am 16 again and that's just besides the point.

Yesterday, was the last day of my 3 day training about something that I think I have liked in my 3 years at...wherever. But then that's again besides the point.

First mistake : I was a back bench er in a huge training room. The number of people attending this training was 10.

Second mistake : I have no knack when it comes to pretence.

I was chatting with the monster. I giggled...
The trainer asked me... "You seem to find this funny. Either you got it or you just didn't..."

My answer "Pls continue...It's all cool."
What did I do? I didn't even actually answer his question.

By the time I had this realization, I was looking away and back to the screen where the monster had said something really funny.
Another voice of the trainer...this time he spoke in Hindi.
I had disrespected him and he wasn't going to be a guest to it.

"Picking kya hotee hai?"
I was shocked. I was still on the joke. And it was so funny, and with a grin on my face...I gave the most ridiculous answer.
I could have said sorry for being inattentive.
Not only was I that, I was the dumb one now.


He said, "You haven't heard a thing. I would really want you to take some value out of this training."

I still had a silly grin on my face while I was sinking in my chair.
I had two thoughts that time...
Go back in time and wipe this out.
or
Invisibility you know....

After that, I played the game of pretence. But I was late, very late.
That game caused me more insults, questions and grins.


I was traumatized. I had to be. I am a little picky!

While I told this to my significant other, he obviously comforted me. He makes up this crap, to make me feel better. I smiled again...and chatted again in between this class.
Some people never change.

When I told this to the monster, he got the biggest dope to laugh about.
He didn't let it go. I was obviously being ridiculous.

But I quote a few sentences from his conversation...which were again on the chat while not in the training. Some people really never change.


R: did u tell ur parents also?


Pragati: You won't believe it....even after tht
he kept taking my case


Pragati: he kept asking me


R:D


Pragati: if i understood


R: o boy he is a bitch!

R: he wud ve thot....such a pretty face....so lil brain.....


Pragati: y dunt u regard this as a serious insult
do u see me making smileys
i am seriously affected by this
bt u r not understanding
the gravity of this
at all

R: yeah.....happens....
but u gotta redeem urself...

R:hhahahaa.... LOLing...

R: traumatic peee..

Pragati: i thnk i will blog about this
R: yeah u shud....
n send us the link...!

R: it wud ve been like how monica felt when she got a lower grade than joey in cooking!!!
R:but i told u to pay attention....n then u stilll carried on chattin....
oh fuck....i need to pack.......kuch bhi nahi ua hai :(
chiuuuu peeeee......
u know tht girl pragati....boy shez a brain!!!!

So that's that. I know it's not a big deal.
But then that's besides the point.