tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099342053294248392024-02-26T23:05:37.007+05:30Vinnie the Pooh!Pooh n gang celebrate that thing called 'LIFE'...vinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002501707107783193noreply@blogger.comBlogger94125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709934205329424839.post-26750283166889777082011-06-29T18:32:00.000+05:302011-06-29T18:32:24.201+05:30Moving on....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Hey Guys!<br />
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Have moved on to a new blog with a new look and feel. Do come over to experience the new...<br />
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Thank you all for giving me this opportunity to express myself. I feel enriched by your stories and am leaving with the good fortune of having been acquainted with wonderful bloggers and your amazing stories!<br />
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I wish you happiness forever, though I would also be glad to have you visit me at <a href="http://oldfox004.blogspot.com/">oldfox004.blogspot.com</a><br />
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~ Oldfox 004</div>vinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002501707107783193noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709934205329424839.post-72781243158593738432011-05-04T00:29:00.000+05:302011-05-04T00:29:30.891+05:30The long and the short of it...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">It was a quarter past five in the wee hours of morning and the sun had just risen over the Hilimanjharo. Jaikishen was up as usual – she had stolen his sleep. No not Jillian, she was too shy and would rather shrivel up and die in embarrassment than flutter her curly lashes for him. And this was a time when the world knew no barriers, no borders; only places with beautiful names and enchanting hills.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was poor little grandma who was down with the flu and only the water from Hilimanjharo could heal her. The water was believed to be an elixir although hundreds had died of the dreaded dengue despite having more Hilimanjharo water than blood in their bloated bodies. Granny had coughed away the entire night that left the rooster a bit confused. He paced around looking worried, hoping to reclaim his lost position.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jaikishen had his set of worries too. He had to climb a 1000 feet of hard rock, locate the little spring that erupts out a narrow crevice, gather every dripping part of it into his pail and then descend the same 1000 feet, all the while fighting the burning sun. Life is a worry-list; as soon as you tick one, the next one starts prompting!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jillian did have a soft corner for Jaikishen though, so granny’s cough was not her only woe. The picture of Jaikishen struggling to get to the top coupled with her wild imagery of the rumoured ape-man pouncing on her Jaikishen and tearing him to bits was equally unnerving. She decided to follow him.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">He started early to avoid the burning sun and also to get Grandma well soon. He did reach the crevice and was filling his pail when it happened. Rays as hot as fire leapt at him while sweat rolled off him generously. In fact, it could even fill his pail up! Drained out of every ounce of fluid, he conked off with a few day stars fluttering around. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Meanwhile, Jillian wasn’t far behind as she had taken another path; a secret one that meandered around a cool cave but the more dangerous one - the abode of the rumored ape-man. Love can stake anything! In typical cinematic fashion, no sooner had she emerged out of the cave, set her eyes on him, bringing about a coy smile, than she was stunned to see him fall like a pack of cards. Springing to him, she sprinkled a little of the Hilimanjharo water on his thirsty face and almost as if by magic, he opened his eyes!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">God knows what happened next but then they came down singing happily with the birds and the bees. A legend was in the making so Jaikishen tripped over an imaginary boulder that broke his crown and Jillian came tumbling right after him.</div></div>vinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002501707107783193noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709934205329424839.post-18338643020852097212011-03-31T17:40:00.000+05:302011-03-31T17:40:29.434+05:3010 Lies about me :)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
1)<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I am very cautious and therefore often appear shy and reserved to others. I share my rich emotional life and my passionate convictions with very few people. I have a pronounced inner system of values and clear, honourable principles for which I am willing to sacrifice a great deal.<br />
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2)<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> I am always at great pains to improve the world. I can be very considerate towards others and do a lot to support them and stand up for them.<br />
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3)<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I am interested in my fellow beings, attentive and generous towards them. Once my enthusiasm for an issue or person is aroused, I can become a tireless fighter.<br />
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4)<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>For me, practical things are not really so important. I only busy myself with mundane everyday demands when absolutely necessary. My motto is “the genius controls the chaos”.<br />
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5)<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I am less interested in details; I prefer to look at something as a whole. This means that I still have a good overview even when things start to become hectic. However, as a result, it can occasionally happen that I overlook something important.<br />
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6)<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>As I am very peace-loving, I tend not to openly show my dissatisfaction or annoyance but to bottle it up. Assertiveness is not one of my strong points; I hate conflicts and competition.<br />
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7)<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I prefer to motivate others with my amicable and enthusiastic nature. Whoever has me as boss will never have to complain about not being given enough praise!<br />
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8)<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The feelings of others are important to me and I love making other people happy. I am satisfied with just a small circle of friends; my need for social contact is not very marked as I also need a lot of time to myself.<br />
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9)<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Superfluous small talk is not my thing. If one wishes to be friends with me or have a relationship with me, one would have to share their world of thought and be willing to participate in profound discussions. If you manage that you will be rewarded with an exceptionally intensive, rich partnership.<br />
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10)<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I do not fall in love head over heels but when I do fall in love I want this to be a great, eternal love.<br />
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Do check out what personality type are you at <a href="http://www.ipersonic.com/">http://www.ipersonic.com/</a> Have fun and do share yours too!<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">Rakhi Sawant</span> - Oh Jessus! i loves the Holi, the rangs, the water, the innocent masti...this Holi tho i love to color my bhaiyya Mikka...he's so sweet na <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">*does the kuchi-kuchi action</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">Veena Mallik</span> - Holi? What Holi? Filhaal tho all the mulla's are labelling me 'unholi'. But, i love Ash in a very 'holi' way, kasam se! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">*sends a flying kiss</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">Shweta Thiwari</span> - Arre yaar! I gotta wear a burqa this holi :( If Raja sees me all red and wet...??? I don't like all this skinshow and all...what will my daughter say? But, its all OK on TV, no? <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">*kisses her </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">daughter</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">Payal Rohatgi</span> - I hate Monica, she is so fake yaar! Rahul is like my brother only. I don't like to play Holi...all that gulaal will spoil my skin na...tho phir kya dikhaungi main? I bet Monica is playing secret holi with him...$^%^&*$ <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">*smirks</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">Dolly Bhindra</span> - HOLI...HOLI....HOLI...HOLI....$%#&*%^$....HOLI KI THO....%$^(*^&*#$...nobody plays Holi with me :( <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">*makes a horrendously scary face...i disappear in seconds</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">Yana Gupta</span> - But, you know i love color....and especially colorful undies....shocking pink, neon yellow, electric blue...wow! What ? You asking me about Holi? Oh! I'm so forgetful na...I even forget to wear my colorful undy sometimes..<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">*winks</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">Ekta Kapoor</span> - Holi? Did you just say Holi? Can you see the big tikha on my forehead? I celebrate Holi with all my staff all year round...we use real blood, sacchi! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">*poker faced</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">Sonia Gandhi</span> - Hamara Bharath mahaan desh hain...yahan Diwali, Christmas, Eid ithyadi sabhi thyohaar manaya jaatha hain...Hum sabko 'Haath' milakar rang lagana chahiye. 'Haath' ne sab ka 'Man-moh' liya hain. Bharath Mata ki Jai! Happy Holi! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">*waves her hand high in the air to no one in particular</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">Jyothi (Common girl)</span> - Holi is nice holi-day for me. I'll do a nice oil champi and put some multani mitthi on my face. Mum will make yummy puran poli's. I'll take to office tomorrow:) <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">*shakes delightfully</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">Rani (Street girl)</span> - Hamare liye tho roj Holi hain madam..kabhie yeh mard log idhar color lagathe tho kabhie udhar...bole tho ..koi ijjath hi nahi madam...upar se complain karo tho police log bhi...#$^$%^%$ saala! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">*deadpan</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Disclaimer: All names have been changed in order to protect their 'Real' identities. Please don't be alarmed if you find any resemblance to anybody whom you have happened to hear about even remotely. Happy Holi, guys!</span></div>vinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002501707107783193noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709934205329424839.post-53342715623517498242011-03-17T22:30:00.005+05:302011-03-17T22:30:00.981+05:30उड़ रहे हैं हम जाने किस ओर. . .<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: left;">एक कटी पतंग की जैसी डोर</div><div style="text-align: left;">उड़ रहे हैं हम जाने किस ओर</div><div style="text-align: left;">कभी ऊँचे पेड़ो से तकराकर लहराते </div><div style="text-align: left;">तो कभी हवा के तेज़ झोकों से आज़ाद हो जाते</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">हैं सफ़र यह निरंथर, न रुखेगी कभी</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">जो मिली कुशी, तो लगे जिंदगी</div></div><div style="text-align: left;">और कही मिले निराशी, तो लगे बंदगी</div><div style="text-align: left;">लो बन के अरमान, हम उड़ चले </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">चार अक्षर ही लिखे ते नए पन्ने पर</div><div style="text-align: left;">फिर आया बुलावा - एक आवाज़ ऐसी</div><div style="text-align: left;">न चेहरा ता और न थी कोई दिलचस्पी</div><div style="text-align: left;">जब समज आया की बहुत देर हो चुकी</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">लो फिर निकल लिए हम बोरिया भांद कर</div><div style="text-align: left;">नए राहें और नए मंजिलों के खोज पर </div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">एक कटी पतंग की जैसी डोर</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">उड़ रहे हैं हम जाने किस ओर. . .</div></div>vinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002501707107783193noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709934205329424839.post-43690094028606670112011-02-25T01:38:00.001+05:302011-03-20T00:42:35.443+05:30Ithna sannata kyon hain bhai?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs6aBj-D5S_5dm8f-nLZW5S8-o57c68E7gfgQO76W_6GNCDX99C41zy8ingvMw8DhliPJRnKnagktRJrirjh7Jn3G0RVT-47XyQxgLJwC6DWq7apRCh2QcefEITQCGSk2klr0nlenyJbQ/s1600/bells.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs6aBj-D5S_5dm8f-nLZW5S8-o57c68E7gfgQO76W_6GNCDX99C41zy8ingvMw8DhliPJRnKnagktRJrirjh7Jn3G0RVT-47XyQxgLJwC6DWq7apRCh2QcefEITQCGSk2klr0nlenyJbQ/s320/bells.jpg" width="247" /></a></div><br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">the bells have now begun to toll</span></i></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">the eagles above are still midair</span></i></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">where have all the bloggers gone,</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">is Twitter and Facebook, their new lair?</span></i></span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">Now silence ain’t generally my kinda thing. Not that anybody needs to call the cops despite threats to keep me mum. But a silence of nearly a year and a half, now that IS by far a personal record! This silence (read exile) from blogosphere is like the story of the mouse that never got caught in a roomful of mousetraps and then one fine day a hungry cat spoilt the day. But I am the little mouse that never gives up, no matter how frail my chances are! With my ever piling fiscal deficit issue coupled with non-performing assets (pun intended), I guess HE has been too kind thus far. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">Well, this exile has done me a world of good and most certainly raised hope for blogosphere. What with fellow bloggers and my million plus readers falling off chairs, bouncing off walls and ceilings, jumping off their roofs and threatening to file PILs at Indiblog BUT I had no such luck. Peace reigned as usual at blogosphere and my absence was appreciated. Not that I am bawling but still a little hunger strike would have been KIND, guys.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">All but one – you know there’s always an egghead – egghead meaning ‘I’ll not eat till you eat’ types. Sometimes all you need is a tummy full of words, a loosening glottis and the heart melts as if it were made of candy floss and out pop the words bringing relief at last. That’s ‘blog-o-mania’ for the uninitiated. So here I am for you, you, you and the egghead of course, my kindest four! </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;">I cannot promise to be regular though – the last time I wasn’t regular, my doc suggested de-stressing!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">P.S.: Thank you all for being there! Now try saying this line 10 times: ‘A cup of coffee in a proper copper coffee pot’. And yes, we could meet over coffee as soon as this damn tongue of mine gets untwisted. Cheers to 2011!!!</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; font-style: italic;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div></div>vinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002501707107783193noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709934205329424839.post-3441590261430702882011-02-21T00:11:00.001+05:302011-02-21T02:00:09.001+05:30फिर कर शुरुवात ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjutSnXv_ulpgDHTfogbmyCLcEuVL2T1YE06huXHveEDsFvhy3DQv_PCcvmTw44xju7uOrBT9lkxnF2ZziizZhbVXIlh7KwzYhPjpjHNg7iinXNEus9QQ0_83E6MADO0ZKOCd-BSRnm-As/s1600/hand_holding_finger_bw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjutSnXv_ulpgDHTfogbmyCLcEuVL2T1YE06huXHveEDsFvhy3DQv_PCcvmTw44xju7uOrBT9lkxnF2ZziizZhbVXIlh7KwzYhPjpjHNg7iinXNEus9QQ0_83E6MADO0ZKOCd-BSRnm-As/s320/hand_holding_finger_bw.jpg" width="254" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">नन्हे क़दमों से शुरू किये</div><div style="text-align: center;">जो सफ़र कोमल हाथों के सहारे</div><div style="text-align: center;">लो आज मांगे साथ दुबारा</div><div style="text-align: center;">तुम नहीं तो जग बेगाना</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">फिर आ कड़ी हूँ मैं चौराहे पर</div><div style="text-align: center;">किस राह पर मंजिल लिखी हैं ?</div><div style="text-align: center;">काले बादलो से लगता हैं दर</div><div style="text-align: center;">तुम्हारे आँचल में समेट, होना हैं बेफिकर</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">याद हैं मुझे वो एक रूपये का सिक्का </div><div style="text-align: center;">रोज जमा कर मुझे अमीर बना देना</div><div style="text-align: center;">कब बन गयी तीन रूपये का जुगाड़</div><div style="text-align: center;">कर दिया हर नसीयत तेरी बिगाड़</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">लो कहो ' फिर कर शुरुवात...'</div><div style="text-align: center;">ख्वाब शीशों का नहीं, यकीन दिला दो</div><div style="text-align: center;">तुम्हारी छोटी छोटी बातों में छिपा हैं खज़ाना</div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">लो आज मांगे साथ दुबारा</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">तुम नहीं तो जग बेगाना . . .</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Pic courtesy : <a href="http://tweetymom.files.wordpress.com/">http://tweetymom.files.wordpress.com</a></span></div></div>vinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002501707107783193noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709934205329424839.post-68114497651043011452009-07-06T00:25:00.063+05:302009-07-09T11:23:42.585+05:30On the threshold...<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My dear blogger buddies and million+ readers,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Exactly this day, last year, I published my first post and what a marvelous journey it has been thus far. The joy of seeing my words being published on the internet was ‘something’! And then finding so many excited fellow bloggers, first-time greetings turning into friendship. However, all things have to change as change is the only constant! The sole purpose behind this blog creation has been fulfilled now and I have no more words to share with this world as the urge to capture newer horizons propels me elsewhere!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This blog will now become a private dialogue space now that she has turned one! Trust me, none of my words will make sense to anyone henceforth!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I thank you all for being a part of this wonderful experience...a phase of a journey that will always remain special! To all you youngistan, soar high as you chase your dreams. To all of us wondering whether chasing our dream was a good thing and should it be continued further..well, single-minded dedication and the patience to pursue it will bring success coz that’s how HE meant it to be. To all of us who have given up, arise and begin now! Trust Life – it is the best Teacher!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">OK! Enough of my wisecracks. Better leave this to the expert. Signing off now with an inspiring piece from Paulo Coelho…</span><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“It's the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting......Before a dream is realized, the Soul of the World tests everything that was learned along the way. It does this not because it is evil, but so that we can, in addition to realizing our dreams master the lessons we have learned as we have moved toward that dream. That's the point at which most people give up.... (At this point) Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of search is a second's encounter with God and with eternity.”</span></em><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">May the force be with you</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Vins the Pooh</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">P.S: This does not in any way mean that I will not visit you. You will still enjoy the privilege of my 'esteemed' readership!! <strike>have to tolerate my nuisance</strike></span></div>vinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002501707107783193noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709934205329424839.post-82831249140044838442009-07-04T01:04:00.000+05:302009-07-04T01:04:44.899+05:30Sochne wali baat hain!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Sorrow it was that made you strong,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Pain it was that pulled you along</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>what then do you seek in Happiness?</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>in her, no Teacher is born!</em></span></div>vinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002501707107783193noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709934205329424839.post-7258294958476142332009-07-01T01:35:00.002+05:302009-07-01T01:44:05.637+05:30Perception personified!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>the abstract hits a score -</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>where sharp edges fear to tred</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>pink is no longer innocence</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>when the eyes begin to dread!</em></span></div>vinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002501707107783193noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709934205329424839.post-48639556409418359812009-06-26T14:06:00.001+05:302009-06-26T14:06:58.293+05:30Will the real fat cat pls stand up?<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Disclaimer: Dont read this post if you do not have any kind of personality disorder.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Will the real fat cat pls stand up?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Please stand up. Please stand up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As u crawl thru the cables, the routers and towers</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As u creep in thru the network of flyers</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">U burn much of ur fat-ass, n the gang’s too!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">U fat old cat, clearly an imposter, aint u?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So care to stand up for who u r</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Who u were n ought to be…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Will the real fat cat pls stand up?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Coz I gather, u have a life as much as I do</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Go live it fatty – coz It may end soon</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What? Stop staring n shut the fuck up</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">U r the real fat cat- go on, admit it</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So will the real fat cat pls stand up?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Please stand up. Please stand up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">U’ve messed up big time, u’ve lost face, he he</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">U’ve only begun the realisation, oldfox, aint he?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">That sly n shady, rickety old fox</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">N sometimes the pooh in mask</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Who aint got a shot!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So care to raise ur hand at least</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tomorrow u may stand up, a lil shaky beast</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tear off those masks, burn the muti-dimensionalities</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Come on, admit it, u wanna break free</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Will the real fat cat pls stand up?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Please stand up. Please stand up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">P.S: Dedicated to me and my million n counting readers, who wanna break free from self-illusions and identities!</span>vinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002501707107783193noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709934205329424839.post-47129844571412010032009-06-20T00:56:00.000+05:302009-06-20T00:56:11.098+05:30A factual fiction!<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>After she had put down the receiver…</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘Now who was that?’</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘P… who else!’</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>She gets ready in 5 minutes flat and rushes to the door.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘Will be back by elevenish…don’t keep dinner for me’.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘The same old jeans…don’t you have something that flows?’</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘O Maa, I don’t have the time to wear all that….besides he is out at the gate’.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘Your ears look bare’.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">'Maa…I can’t choose...besides what’s the need? I could do without something dazzling or dangling for now.’</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘Instead of arguing with me, go and wear something that doesn’t dazzle or dangle’.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>She rushes in…</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘And while you are at it, wear a bracelet or something…’</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She shouts back, ‘but I’m wearing my watch!’</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘But you have two hands, no?’</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘I give up Maa…what’s the point?’</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘What point? I like P besides who else can tolerate you?’</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘Huh! S is waiting along with P and I can hear them honking….BYE’.</span>vinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002501707107783193noreply@blogger.com39tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709934205329424839.post-82079928969261733902009-06-15T23:15:00.003+05:302009-06-15T23:15:01.088+05:30In circles...<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Beyond the unknown, yonder our arguments</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I feel your smile – the smile that knoweth all</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As the eternal mystery commenced</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You chose me just as I chose you</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Yet I felt this choice to be in vain</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Yet I was playing the denial game</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">All awhile, quiet annoyed with you</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And as the mystery unfolded with time</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Along came the storm, the surges gushed in</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In all its wilderness, they snatched you within</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I was left aghast, my feeble mind dislodged</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">For the first time I saw, that which was</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You strived to not let go of me</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You fumbled around helplessly</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Like a true warrior, you rose above</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In numbed realization, in divine bow</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It was the moment of Truth for me</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">That which triggered a whole new quest</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And in that quest I happened to see</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A time, a memory, a forgotten me</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In which I felt you and I felt the vast</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And as it all is in a constant state of flux</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A flux that drove me by kind insight</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Through a journey – a bewitching flight</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">No matter what ebbs and tides lay in it</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">No matter the debates about virtue and vice</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As time stills the eternal menace</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I find myself moulding unknowingly</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And before I saw the carvers’ knife</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I had realized - I had become you</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The you, I never knew about</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The you with the smile that knoweth all…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">P.S: Today is a special day. It is the third anniversary of my dad’s passover to the infinite skies. This poem is my message to him and I know he will understand and smile! Yes, there are mutual jokes in it :)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sorry friends, I’ve disabled comments for this one… n thank you all for respecting the need for silence between us.</span>vinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002501707107783193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709934205329424839.post-35748134288979872622009-06-13T02:24:00.002+05:302009-06-13T02:24:00.738+05:30Vinphy’s Phone laws:<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">1. The rate of battery drain increases exponentially to the rate of urgency of an expected call.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">2. Just when you’re expecting the ‘Will you be mine?’ part, the battery takes a cue and plays dead.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">3. ‘Roaming’ is just that – keep roaming till you find a signal.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">4. ‘Happy to help you’ is an oxymoron.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">5. ‘Caller tunes’ can also be called as ‘Cooler tunes’.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">6. The month you had taken a ‘maun vrath’ will always have the highest bill.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">7. Phone companies have a sense of humour. How else can one explain the ‘service tax’?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">8. Value added services add more value to the company’s turnover.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">9. The ‘mute’ button goes deaf when you speak the Truth involuntarily.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">10. A dog can follow you everywhere except for closed, confined spaces eg. Toilets, lifts</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">11. The price of a cellphone will begin falling only after you have bought it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">12. 'Customer Care' is short for 'Customer.. Care a Damn for you'.</span>vinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002501707107783193noreply@blogger.com41tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709934205329424839.post-21572317273035904012009-06-11T02:52:00.000+05:302009-06-11T02:52:00.712+05:30Point taken!<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The two of them were returning from the meeting point. The ‘interested party’ and the relatives who had arranged the meet were also on their way home. Now, that was three disjoint search parties in search of three absolutely different things in life.<br />
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The two of them were silent till they reached home. They had loads of talking going on in their respective heads.<br />
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The evening back at home was rather uneventful except for the occasional ‘He was well dressed’ and ‘His mom looks kind’ to ‘looks like a happy family’<br />
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<em>The next day in the morning</em>...<br />
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'Your cousin may call up anytime. We need to be prepared with our reply’<br />
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She was tensed to the core and not a nerve had any flow. How could she reject somebody whom her cousin had hunted down with so much love…besides, her mom will start breathing only after her wedding<br />
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‘Maa..he was well dressed and my would be maa-in-law looked so kind’.<br />
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'What? You are saying yes to that jerk. I absolutely see no match here. What’s going on in your head?’<br />
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‘Maa..you are the one fretting over my marriage always...besides, how can we say a ‘no’ to them!’<br />
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‘Huh! Forget your cousin, forget my fretting...you think I’ll marry you off to some jerk? For God’s sake…I am your mother!’ </span>vinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002501707107783193noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709934205329424839.post-68837429445627770432009-06-03T00:40:00.002+05:302009-06-03T01:11:32.684+05:30Tata Nano ghar !<p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmwGeR_069Q/SiV5VfuGfbI/AAAAAAAAAPY/-SLHkRTypGQ/s1600-h/TataNanoGhar.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342809943144037810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmwGeR_069Q/SiV5VfuGfbI/AAAAAAAAAPY/-SLHkRTypGQ/s400/TataNanoGhar.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The common man's dreams of a home have been answered by the Tata's. Way to go....You </span><a href="http://www.shubhgriha.com/"><span style="font-family:verdana;">guys </span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">rock but seriously, 218 sq ft carpet area sounds a tad too disappointing, doesn't it ?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">P.S: I was just drawing my version of a 'modern' common man and then this idea clicked! I'm feeling good about this cartoon as I didn't copy or refer anything :) Hope you guys like it too!</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">and please forgive the sad quality of the print and the ball point pen markings over pencil....</span>vinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002501707107783193noreply@blogger.com41tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709934205329424839.post-30345000058936925512009-05-30T01:16:00.003+05:302009-06-03T00:39:57.387+05:30Vinphy’s AnyTimeMoney? Laws:<span style="font-family:verdana;">1. An ATM is a thinking machine. It has an ego so Be Kind to it.<br /><br />2. On cash-strapped days, one can see the neighborhood ATM grinning from side to side.<br /><br />3. The bugs in the ATM s/w get activated at the same rate of urgency with which you need cash.<br /><br />4.The amount of currency inside the ATM is inversely proportional to the amount needed.<br /><br />5. The newly installed standby machines are just that – stand by.<br /><br />6. The first time ATM users who are learning all the functions will almost always be before you.<br /><br />7. An ATM has a soul and a karma and the money in it is an illusion.<br /><br />8. God doesn’t need cash. All ATM’s are in hell.<br /><br />9. The queue at the ATM is directly proportional to the urgency of cash needed.<br /><br />10.‘God-damn-you!’ command to an ATM means that you want to gift your card to it. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">P.S: These are my 'real life' experiences/ lessons. Please abide by them seriously.</span>vinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002501707107783193noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709934205329424839.post-18669393594438053362009-05-22T02:02:00.008+05:302009-05-22T02:46:14.719+05:30Voices of fantasy<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She had heard them before. They were all there with each a story to tell; stories of wishing wells, stories of magic carpets, stories of talking mirrors, stories of flying elephants, stories of how the sea had turned yellow, stories of a world under the sea and stories about girls who heard voices from the unknown. She believed and so they came. She loved to listen to them. And when she sat up cuddled in her bed or her rocking chair all alone in her room, they would come. An invitation was just not the criteria but they weren’t quite pleased when logic surpassed fantasy. They and she were often amused at the voices of reason outside her room. Skeptical scoundrels!<br />
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And then they would begin, taking turns and sometimes pausing a little bit for her. She would jump and clap at the enchanting new world discoveries, she would howl or weep silent tears at losses or separation but best of all, sometimes she would laugh involuntarily. At times like these, they understood. They could feel the joke on her bones; the sick jokes of rational behavior, the stale jokes of believing a mirage and the eternal joke of her hallucinations. But at times like these, the ‘others’ failed miserably. The others had misapprehensions and weird notions of reality. It is this ‘others’ that sought to destroy her from herself. And they classified the ‘others’ as foes, as the stereotypical villains in their stories. But they couldn’t save her for the only protection they could offer was to come to heal her loneliness, to tell her stories from other worlds, to paint her dreams, but most of all believe in themselves so that she could believe in herself. <br />
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And when in midst of a story, she had any questions, they would respond at once without her having to ask. They could read her thoughts just as it generated with an uncanny precision known only to her. They knew her inside out; they could feel the rhythm in her veins, the impulses that soared through her back and forth, the voices of reason losing over the voices of fantasy and the myriads of colorful vibrations that enveloped her form. They would sing or dance or just rejoice at the triumphant voices of fantasy.<br />
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But then her doctor would visit and spoil it all. He had to come every fortnight or else the voices of reason would be forever lost. He injected her with a syringe and some liquid matter coursed through her veins, right to her brain like a shot to them. They at once ducked these liquid bullets of rational illusions. They, the voices of fantasy had to survive, for in their destruction lay her end and that was something they were not prepared for. They wouldn’t let the ‘others’ win. They fought with the chemical bonds in the liquid which would invariably break off. So this war would last for a week and then suitably diminish around the next week. That’s the time her doctor would visit again as per schedule. The ‘others’ could never win nor could they get rid of her ‘schizophrenic voices’.</span></div>vinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002501707107783193noreply@blogger.com39tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709934205329424839.post-81539081434887344272009-05-18T02:09:00.001+05:302009-05-18T02:18:54.926+05:30Food for thought<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>After she had put down the receiver</em>…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘That was P, right?’</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘Yes’</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘Why don’t you let him speak? You were doing all the talking’.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘That’s how P is!’</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘Oh yeah! So many years and you tell me he prefers to listen and that too to you.’</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘Maa, he had a few questions’.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘Huh! And you were giving answers to all the questions in this world?’</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘Hehe..he did speak a bit but how could you hear him…next time I’ll on the speaker’.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘What do you guys keep chatting all the time?’</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘Life, politics, business ideas….gossip, philosophy and yes, mothers too’.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘Ah that! …and what about marriage?’</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘Yeah, we talk that too. He tells me about his follies and I tell him mine. We sort of console each other. Hehe’.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘Look girl, intellectualizing and philosophizing is good but you need to be practical too’.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘But dad had so many sessions devoted to all this at home. And don’t forget, you made loads of chicken for all his friends.’</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘Yeah…leave all that to the men; they have the license to waste time…….besides how long do you think the philosophizing would continue on an empty stomach?</span>vinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002501707107783193noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709934205329424839.post-5054532498276011632009-05-15T01:29:00.001+05:302009-05-15T11:51:58.471+05:30Surprise!<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘Raj, I can’t depend on you. I can’t even relate to you anymore.’</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘It depends, Smita….everything is relative.’</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Smita, quite disgusted, switches on the TV. Her nuclear physicist and forgetful husband could never quite get the love fusion right.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">BREAKING NEWS….‘India’s pride: a team of nuclear physicists led by Dr. Rajendra Bhonsle has successfully implemented nuclear energy generation for mass consumption. He states, ‘This project will empower our villages and is the most peaceful way to show off our nuclear prowess. Peace to all’.</span></div><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Smita, brushing off her tears, smiles to herself. There couldn’t have been a better birthday present.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">P.S: This started as 55 fiction but somehow grew to become a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Drabble">Drabble</a>, just didnt have the heart to reduce it any further. all thanks to <a href="http://kartzonline.blogspot.com/2009/05/bang-and-life-lived.html">Kartz</a> for introducing me to this concept :)</span>vinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002501707107783193noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709934205329424839.post-35924754159310495982009-05-14T02:05:00.002+05:302009-05-14T02:05:02.238+05:30Vinphy's Date Laws:<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">1. Prior to the special date, a mountain of a pimple will erupt overnight.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">2. A certain well-wisher will fix blind dates for you on your bad-hair days only.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">3. The only dress that fit correctly will be in the laundry just before a ‘sudden date’.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">4. Your mother will wash that one best-fit, never-washed jean on the day of your ‘first impression date’.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">5. If your date is a secret one, you will most definitely meet your curious neighboring aunty at the neighboring table.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">6. Your date will almost always arrive after you have escorted a blind old man/woman to the other side of the road and returned to the meeting spot.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">7. The more expensive your date dress, the more the chances of something spilling on it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">8. Dandruff comes along with the black dress.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">9. Your date will almost always be shorter than you, the one time you wear that extra high, special stilettos.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">10. High hopes on your old battered car is of no use; it will run smoothly on that special long drive.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">P.S: Please share if you have more and I'm sure you guys have loads to share :)</span>vinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002501707107783193noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709934205329424839.post-89781746714817561282009-05-10T21:17:00.002+05:302009-05-11T23:58:22.486+05:30Mum !!!<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘And where exactly do you think you are going?’</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘My evening walk?’</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘But, where are you heading? How long will you keep drifting? I’m getting older by the second’.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘O maa! Not now…I don’t know whats written, do I?.... I’ll be back in an hour’.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘Huh! But you chose to drift, didn’t you? You quit to find new paths!.....You knew what was written then? You just knew you were in a stalemate, didn’t you?’</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘NO, I didn’t know!…nor did I have any illusions…I just followed my heart’.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘Huh! You don’t have the luxury, girl…Dreams are better at bedtime. Don’t chase an illusion. You will only fall flat with a void too tough to handle alone’.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘Maa, I don’t know about my dreams or what I am in for. And the recession isn't helping either! The thing I’m sure about is, that, I came back for you….Bye..will be back in an hour…keep the dough ready'.</span>vinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002501707107783193noreply@blogger.com50tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709934205329424839.post-37443736034689409992009-05-09T14:01:00.002+05:302009-05-11T23:59:36.610+05:30Hope against hope?<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He always wanted to make it big. He always wanted to leave a legacy. And this bright morning, as he stood outside the hot Mumbai studio, he knew his time had come. The auditions were going on in full swing. Mr. Doyle, the new age Robinhood, was making a realistic movie about his folks. They all knew he should be the lead actor. Who else can dance in shit without raising a stink? The movie was rumored to cater to the world’s elite, the world's most civilised people. And then the ‘other’ side would know. O how the West was won!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">At last his dreams would come true. So, with a pure intention and a noble cause he marched right ahead into the auditioning rooms. He cleared the dialogue rendition and a dance round with some number like…ding ding dinga with much ease. The final round was a personal interview with Mr. Doyle.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘So tell me, Shera, why do you think you should play the lead role?’</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘Sir, you are making a movie about scum and squalor rising towards change, a movie of hope against hope and Sir, I am the ‘real’ thing. I actually live in those slums. My folks and I have tough lives but tougher dreams, Sir. We want to bring in a change. Who better than me, Sir? You and I shall win the West. Together, we can and we will. The twain shall meet, Sir.'</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mr. Doyle smiled. Shera knew that he had him there. Wagging his tail with sheer excitement, he headed towards his home with his chest held high in the air. Every dog has his day!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The results were out a few days later. Some outsider by the name of Damal would play the slumdog! And rumor has it that Shera has been chained ever since the first day of the shoot, due to a sudden 'biting' spree.</span></div>vinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002501707107783193noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709934205329424839.post-89187064192308754252009-05-03T11:12:00.001+05:302009-05-12T00:01:02.257+05:30Love!<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Honey, isn’t my nose big?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">No sweetheart, your face is small.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">…..after 10 years</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Honey, am I looking fat?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">No sweetheart, these pants are the wrong size.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">….after 20 years</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Honey, am I drooping?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">No sweetheart, even gravity loves you so.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">....after 30 years in holy matrimony</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Honey, do you believe that ‘Love is Blind’?</span>vinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002501707107783193noreply@blogger.com56tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709934205329424839.post-64068820407404171782009-04-29T00:56:00.002+05:302009-05-12T00:06:01.570+05:30The Irony!<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<em>woh jannat ki khoj mein nikla hain…</em></span><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">uske liye Mecca bhi door nahi,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">apni begum ki izzath se beparvaah</span></em><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>nikla hain tere khoj mein eh Allah </em>!…" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Thus concluded the fakir amidst much applause.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘<em>Wah wah wah</em>!”, praised the old Sheikh in delight and quickly got up, shoving his new virgin bride all of 12.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">P.S: Please forgive the hindi-urdu mix-up if any. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Also, here's the translation for Karthik, Kanagu n Lance:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"He has left in search of heaven...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Even Mecca is not far for him,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He doesn’t care to respect his wife</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He has left in search of u, O Allah!.."</span>vinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002501707107783193noreply@blogger.com40