Moving Out

“You have to leave”, he says.
“Who the fuck are you?? “ I retort.
“Not important”, he says. I was here just to pass on an order he quips.
“Order?and who gave this order? The LANDLORD??”.
“Don’t ask, don’t tell, we work on this philosophy. And you know this philosophy too don’t you??"
No, I don’t and I aint going anywhere, this is where I am from and this is where I will live forever, I say.
"Ya ,you will", he says sarcastically. Start packing you have only 10 days to pack.
“This isn’t fair”, trying to think as rationally as I could, but it’s a moot point when the other guy points a gun to your forehead. “
“Trembling with fear, I try to call on the people I know, people I love”. "I wonder why no one comes out to help me. Do they also not want me to live with them"?? A chilling thought races cross my mind!
As I try to fight it out with this guy,
“Out”, I hear a voice and this voice is hypnotic. In the hypnotized state, I say “OK”
The other guy laughs at me, “ I will kick your ass” I murmur.
The voice, comes again “No you wont, and for that matter you cant”
Slowly I identify this voice, it is the LANDLORD, knowing how well he had treated me so far, I say, “we had an agreement, didn’t we?? Yes, we did have one! But just remember, You were only a tenant, and you live in a world where “Might has always been and will always be right”
“What if I refuse to leave??”
“Oh! We have other ways to do it too. But I am sure you will co-operate”.
See you around and then there is an absolute silence!!!
“Hurriedly, I begin to pack my stuff!” Out of FEAR than out of RESPECT
Then since I cannot move my stuff out all at once, I begin to make small trips out (causes havoc in some other things). In one of those trips the LANDLORD warns, “ Don’t pack anything, that belongs to the house. It will cause bigger problems to you, problems which you cannot imagine right now, and make sure you leave the house clean,"Sauber machen", as a German landlord tells you normally”
“OK”, I say (still hypnotized). On my way back from these trips, I try to think of someway offering a middle path to the LANDLORD, something by which I don’t have to move out. Its crazy to move out suddenly when you have lived there all along. Its like you belong there.
But the LANDLORD remains adamant, “OUT” he keeps repeating.
Knowing, there is no way out, I accelerate my packing after all its only 4 days remaining to the deadline.
This causes intense misery to people and things around me.
Some strange things however begin to happen! As more and more of my stuff is moved out, I start feeling less and less attached to the place, to the surroundings to the environment. I seemed to have accepted the fact that I am moving out, and there is no way to back off now!
Finally it’s the day I have to move out. The LANDLORDS’ agents come to visit me in the morning, just as I am having coffee, I offer some to them but they refuse. "OK", I say, as the last few drops of my coffee, enter my mouth. They give another warning, “Tonight before you leave, you have to clean the house. HE does not like tenants to leave behind their home dirty. The older amongst the agent seems quite friendly to me and gives me advice, start closing down the apparatus you are not using/ going to use before you move out! It will save you the trouble of chaos before you move out! “OK, Thanks for the advice I say”. The old man quips, “Moving out is hard, perhaps harder than moving in , we have all been there, this guy here seems so pissed off because he could not even move in properly.”
Just then its time for lunch, I do not know what stuff I have remaining in the house, but I refuse to have lunch! Perhaps its because I am afraid that I might have leftovers and since I already have shut off the garbage disposal, it might be a bitch to get rid off. And the option of throwing out is not an option really because it will leave something’s for others to clean. So no lunch.
Anyways its time for me to move out now!
P.S. I WAS HIS SOUL, AND HE IS DEAD!!!!!

Sleeping on your 1st date!

Its an age old fact that you never sleep on your 1st date. Since i do not get many 1st dates anyway i have never really been put able to question the logic behind this notion of not sleeping on your 1st date.. But one fine day i got my chance to do it and like a true male specie i grabbed it with both hands ;-)
A very good friend of mine decided to set me up with some doctor friend of hers and since i respect doctors anyway i said "Sounds good". So she exchanged our numbers.. i must admit from the voice on the phone she did seem quite OK.. There have been times when i get turned off by gals voices too.. It is strange.. i know that.. but I am weird! Plus my friend said that this doctor lady could talk a lot and also likes to listen (though the 2nd part will hardly ever be used, it is good to know :-)) and i felt like this was an answer to all my prayers in one gal.. Normally answers come in packages.. So i called her up and we agreed to meet in the afternoon around 3. She had a clinic to go to in the evening.. I agreed..
My mom wished me luck hoping at least now i will grow up in regards to my personal life.
So sharp at 3 i was at the coffee house i was supposed to meet her. After the introductory greetings we went into the coffee house. Well she looked quite good i must admit.. And well since i knew the college she studied at (its a place where u cant slip in a few hundred thousands to get an admit.. U have to be really smart) i felt gr8.. maybe this could be interesting.
So the waiter came up to take the order.. I remembered all the things u see in movies and elsewhere of not calling a waiter "BOSS", "psuicck- psuicck (a whistling sound very commonly used in India" etc and stuck to "excuse me".. i will admit that i generally always use "Excuse me" so it wasnt very difficult but i still bore it in mind.. OK this was something new.. i was trying to impress her :-)..
Well she noticed my BB and said "Ohh! cool phone". There was a thing in me which wanted to say "it is very common nowadays".. i seriously decided to ditch it.. this i must admit was far from easy :-).
Then i said something which made her begin to talk (normally it is good.. but for someone like me..).. I said, "I respect doctors a lot.. the trust which people put into you guys.. Its not for nothing that Doctors are compared to GOD".. Off course this was a line for impressing her.. But she took it to heart.. From then on i learnt most things abt her 1st year courses, labs and stuff.. She just kept going on.. after about 30 mins i decided time for another coffee.. (this was more due to a certain realization as there seemed no hope of the conversation ending soon). So this time i ordered a cappuccino.. Machiato wasnt going to solve the problem here.. :-(
Slowly as we travelled through her 3rd year.. i realised, "Holy mother of God!The jet lag had now decided to kick in".. i hadnt taken this into account.( i had been on a tour from Tokyo-Chicago- India in the last 10 days). As she kept talking abt her PG plans etc etc I Dozzed OFF! She didnt realise it since i was an expert in sleeping when someone is talking to you.. i developed and mastered the habit all through college.. Bad time for revision i felt :-). Finally the spoon lying next to my cup fell and i woke up.. it was then that she realised that i had been sleeping all along..
Obviously bewildered she asked, " Were you..?" Ashamed i said "Yes"... it was pretty clear that i was from the eyes but i think she was doing a CT (confirmatory test! See i picked up some med school jargon.. i wasnt sleeping all along :-).
Without wasting anymore time she left.. And completely screwed up at that time as i was.. I needed another cappuccino to get up and drive home..
And on my way back i realised this is perhaps why they say, never sleep on your 1st date! It can ruin good things that could happen!
Next morning i ventured enough courage to call her and apologize.. and that i did not mean to be disrespectful which i really did not.. She had just one question," How could you?".. Seeming out of answers I said " It was 6am in Chicago!".. She banged the phone down!

Tu me manques

Completely spent after making love she slept with her head on my bare chest. As I was strolling my hand through her moist hair.. my thoughts went back to the weeks before this had happened (the gravity of the situation was I think still lost in the feeling of ecstasy). It only seemed a few weeks ago..
As the thoughts kept flowing I realized I hadn’t slept even for a while. As the first rays of the sun came into the room. i just put her head away gently and as I got dressed my stomach cried for coffee.. I made some coffee and i sipped on my coffee I realized today was going to be an awkward if not a difficult day.
I wrote a small note saying “in the lobby”. Common I didn’t want to be there when she woke up.. it was ungentlemanly.. Though emotions got better of us last night I wasn’t sure how she would react.
As I waited for her in the hotel lobby.. there she walked in completely resplendent in the blue salwar kameez.. Angelic was the only word I could think of.
Me: Good morning..
She: Morning..
Me: Lets go for breakfast
She: I am not really hungry..
There was a definite awkwardness..
She: Last night was different..
“Wonderful” was what I wanted to say.. “Yes” is what I said.. I switched of my BlackBerry (an uncalled for joke with a hope to lighten the tension)
But atleast she wanted to talk about it.. that meant I had the chance to tell her what I felt.. what I wanted. If it would have been a thing which was best forgotten after last night.. I would have been in serious trouble yet again (You never make the same mistake twice, but that’s your brain thinking not your heart). And I will not call it a one night stand because it wasnt..
Me: So lets go to the open air café.. I am hungry
She: Ok..
Me: As I settled with my coffee and croissant, I noticed she was busy texting..
Wanted to check how ‘sonu’ is, she said..
“Ok”. I said.
Just as I was sipping coffee and we were going to have a chat about last night did she receive a phone call.. She walked away presumably for some privacy.. I was munching on my croissant and drinking the café latte.. I found her walking further away. Out of genuine concern rather than invading of her privacy I walked towards her.. I stopped a sufficient distance away from her so that I could see her but not listen to what the conversation was.. I did not wish to interfere.. but just then I heard her yell much to the astonishment of me and a few others who were in the garden café where she unknowingly had strolled. Then I genuinely walked closer to her.. She was talking to her ex-husband.. And I could guess what the discussion was about.. Involuntarily I held her hand.. I think emotions again got the better of me.. She put the phone down angrily, looked at me.. I was still holding her hand.. Our eyes met and then there was not a word spoken.. all that was to be told, heard, discussed about last night happened without words.. Its strange how much we underestimate the power of silence..
“Let us go for a walk”, she said.. And just as we began to go out of the garden café my BB reminded me of a telecon..
“I have a telecon”, I told her.. It shouldn’t be more than half an hour.. Then we could go.. Emotions are ok but I had to remember my commitments to my office too..
“Ok”, she said.. “I can understand”. That’s what I liked about her she had demands but she was always understanding.. She had always been this way even when were the best of friends and this was really what had made me make the transition, want to take the bridge across forever..
So the telecon lasted for an hour more than it should have but it’s usually the case. I had forgotten to tell her that.. There was just too much on my mind both professionally and personally. She was waiting in her room.. I went to her room and said “chal, lets go..” We began strolling, occasionally holding hands, sometimes going further apart, sometimes the fingers just brushed. It was not that we were behaving as teenagers trying to be cheeky behind the eyes of the world but there was just some uncertainty. True we had shared a lot more than words and fluids yesterday but we hadn’t been in touch with each other for 7 years before we met at the airport. The chat we had weren’t sweet nothings nor were they talks about the problems we had been through, not about the future, I think more than the words the companionship was paramount at that time. This made me realize how much there was to share. This was what had attracted me to her that I could talk to her (considerable achievement! People who know me would agree!! ) It wasn’t just her beauty that made her special; it was the dignity with which she carried herself was what had floored me!
After the walk we came back to the hotel had dinner and it was time to leave (live). A couple of hours of driving and we were at her gate.
“Thank you”, she said..
“?”, complete question mark on the face
“For everything in the last two days.” She said..
“Meant a lot to me too”, I said..
“Good night, c u soon”.. She said
“Ok” and just as she was about to close the door something within me said, “Tu me manques”

GOD's walk amongst commoners!

Ok i will admit the title isnt mine.. Harsha Bhogle had used it to describe Sachin (the other GOD)after he hit a century after wat seemed an eternity (for HIM!!others would have been happy to score a 100 after 7-8 innings).. I m just borrowing it!
Schumacher decided to come back to F1.. Everyone went berserk.. The media, the fans, the devotees everyone was happy.. When the CEO of F1 says its great that Michael’s back it speaks volumes of the man and his capabilities.. Personally I had moved on and decided that my expectations and hopes rested on Alonso in the Scuderia Ferrari Marlboro.. I was actually a bit disappointed that Schumi decided to come back with Mercedes Benz GP.. (For my dilemma read my earlier post “The day God changed his religion”). But Ross Brawn.. A 2009 championship winning car and more than that a GERMAN team was a major part I think .. I have followed Michaels comeback as much as I could.. In my limited reading.. Ferrari couldn’t convince the FIA to allow a third car for their team (they were in talks supposedly..)
Now the question of people criticizing him for his lackluster comeback performance.. I have read that some are even writing him off.. Its strange.. 7 world championships, 91 race wins and people still doubt his abilities.. Greatness is a double edged sword…If u look at his first interview after he announced his comeback, it read.. “Don’t expect me to be the WC immediately..No 8. is definitely an aim though in the next 3 yrs”. I think this speaks volumes of the humility of the man.. With his credentials he could have gone on to make BIG statements..
And now is F1 only about the driver.. that Mercedes GP car is struggling like hell.. I know ppl say Nico Rosberg has been bringing the results.. but lets not forget he has been here for the last 3 years when GOD was on a holiday.. and the new rules didn’t give Michael an opportunity to practice.. He used to practice pit-stops 500 times every weekend when he was at his prime!!! And what abt the horrendous tactical errors??? Rosberg’s never been caught in them!
HE has already said that “this car is not really a championship winning car and I m looking for the 2011 season already though my commitment to 2010 is a 100%”.
All this said and done I m not supporting him for the WC, I would still prefer the Matador on the Prancing horse ride on the top step.. (Looks unlikely in 2010.. ya! Another post is coming for ppl criticizing Alonso’s performance…) but this post is just for what I feel about this unwarranted criticism.. Though when he (wrongly another Mercedes GP blunder) overtook Alonso in the dying stages of Monaco, I couldn’t stop grinning.. (Something’s never change.).
“When in doubt, just look up to the sky Michael.. That’s the only thing bigger than you!”
- An Italian devotee to GOD!!

Human Beings!

Hi,this must be reaching you from somewhere in heaven.. I m lucky my species are so trustworthy that we are assured a place in heaven..
This is something that happened to me.. A story of how i was born, bred and ultimately died in the space of 1.5 years.. Surely i was fit to live..
It happened sometime in august last year.. i was born as 1 amongst 6 brothers (simultaneously).. My mom had become very weak and me being the weakest amongst all was abandoned by my family right after birth :(
I was just about dead when a human being saw me drenched in rain all wet and shivering.. He ran upto me a wee bit careful, worrying for himself shd my mom be around.. Seeing none of my family arnd he came up to me and took me in his arms.. For the first time in my life i felt the warmth.. it made me realize how important touch is to living beings..
He wiped me with a cloth, took me to a shade. He went rushing out and got milk for me.. i felt so good. He sat with me for sometime till i had finished my milk and then caressed me. He left me and i slept over there. I didnt know what it was but it felt good..
the next day again he brought me some biscuits and warm milk.. As i started following him ( thts wat we do when some1 takes care of us) LOVINGLY (Later he told me that humans also do the same thing i.e. sucking up to ppl who pay them money so that they can buy food and other essentials..) albeit UNLOVINGLY!!
This schedule continued for sometime.. He used to come everyday ( Humans call it morning walk). Bringing me food etc... Others from my species were envious of me..
One day he came up to me and said that he had spoken with his wife about taking me to their home but she was pregnant so didnt want to risk having me in their home lest i bring some infection/ disease.. I did feel bad i must admit.. but i looked up to him with a look which showed him my acceptance.. He said once his wife had a baby he would take me home...
Life kept going i was now growing up and i could find my own food.... it felt good being independent yet having someone to care..
Then suddenly one day...
My master came to me but this time i got a bad vibe from him.. he had an anger on his face.. nonetheless he brought my biscuits and i just started walking around him as usual.. but there was no love on his face he didnt even look at me... I felt something amiss.. But i attributed that to maybe work pressure ( ya by this time i was well versed with human jargons).. He put the biscuits near me.. I felt some odd smell coming from them but i trusted him.. i ate those biscuits and within moments i started feeling sick. I began loosing my senses and couldnt get up.. My breathing got heavy.. Yes my master was standing their seeing my condition but i saw a glint of happiness in his eyes.. Something that said Mission Accomplished.. I didnt know wat was going on.. Was this just a bad dream..
Later as my senses kept getting weaker he spoke..
"One amongst you b**** bit my wife.."
That was the time i realised what the problem was.. The slow poison took its toll and within one hour i had taken all the breaths i had to take in this life...
With the light dimming in front of me i had a last look at my master, the man who taught me what loyalty, care etc were.. The same guy who killed me.. Finally i slept, never to wake up again..
On my way from earth to heaven the angel of death said to me:
" Its humans, dear. You cant explain logic to a human being when he is bloodthirsty..
These are the guys who dont think twice before killing scores of people in the name of religion, lust, greed.. Even the best amongst them is an ass.. Dont worry u ll be happier over here.." But i still wondered is it right to kill me just because some1 from my species was rogue??? to which the angel replied " These guys kill innocent people from other religions just because of a few ppl gone astray.. Cant help it.."
And then laid in the arms of the angel i was in heaven..

The dream job!

This isnt reference to the jobs as in a placement scenario but ya something similar. So dont expect the answers to be Consulting,Investment banking, R&D etc. From my point of view the best job some1s got these days is Rahul Mahajan. :) Swayamvar season 2 :)
Man imagine for a fact that u get to stay at palaces and luxury hotels, are served the choicest of food and wine, infi babes (some of them on the show are hot :P) and plus get paid bigtime to 'enjoy' with them on the pretext of knowing them better and finding a perfect match. Plus after all this there is no compulsion to get married. So essentially he is in a win-win situation.
Is there any job which guarantee's this???? Dont think about Playboys and Playmates!

But will i want to do such a job? i wouldnt because i cant think of viewing gals as objects, for me it makes no sense to be with some1 if there is no commitment. (That perhaps explains my single status :( but watever :P) and most importantly my personal life is meant to be personal :)

The day God changed his religion

It was in the summer of 99 that my cousin (only 10 days older than me) introduced me to this thing on TV. It had the best scenery, hot babes( i realise this now!!), armies of men running around with technology never before scene on the planet, one old man shaking hands with the 'chief of staff' of the various armies. It was as if the old man owned the world.. Yes the man was Bernie Ecclestone.. No prizes for guessing the sport!
It was the time when one religion which had its history but sadly not the faith was coming back to life. It required a few dedicated saints,one advisor (even gods need them!) a trusted lieutenant and GOD himself to bring this religion back to its glory.. They sought no war,no propaganda.. Just a fast car :) Yes the religion of Scuderia.
With followers in tow GOD began his journey.. much like Moses when he crossed the Nile with his folowers, to take it upon himself to set the religion, new rules and the motto "Winning is not everything, but wanting to win is"..
And from here began the journey of GOD ( if u havent still guessed it, i m sorry).With each passing month the religion became stronger, the followers became more faithful, the crowd became RED (not leftist)
With each passing year GOD kept conquering frontiers, some on his brilliance, some on others mistakes.. It wasnt smooth sailing, jealous opponents, HIS win at all costs attitude created lot of news bytes..
But GOD prevailed.. If Ferrari was religion, HE was GOD (borrowed from if "Cricket is religion, Sachin is God")
5 straight years the world was awestruck. He kept his followers motivated with calls like " I will keep trying till things become mathematically impossible"..
The caravan moved on..
After an excruciating travel GOD decided to let go, handling his religion into the hands of his successor. But the religion always belonged to HIM. (much like even though the Pope heads the Vatican, Jesus founded Christianity)..
But now 3 years after his so called resting period GOD decided to come back even though his religion was in perfectly able hands of a Bull Fighter.. But HE chose a different religion.. No longer will his followers be RED.. :( and followers like me are in a dilemma.. Is GOD bigger or Faith???