Durga's Random Thoughts.

Our old home was on rent. A medico had taken the house. He and some of his friends at the Medical college were staying there. We didnt bring our furniture from there to our new home believing nothing old to the new. New wine in new bottle. Recently. their 11 month lease got over and somehow dad said we could take some furniture from there, if we wanted. So, I told him I wanted my table back, something I had from 6th standard. On getting the table, I and my cousins [who were on a visit that day], cleaned it up. And one of them found a diary in one of the draws. It was his. The medico who took the house on rent. And useless and indecent, we started reading it. Not much. But it was his private stuff and his heart in a way. He must have forgotten to take it. We mused for long with it reading his stories and poems and daily entries. After everyone left, I restarted the cleaning. And then I found something that made my eyes wet. I found my long lost treasures. My old poems, stories, diary en...

'Normal' is always a highly overrated notion. Happy Rip-Public Day! India Still Rips Public.

You know, these marriages, they are hell. Like Bloody hell. No no.. Not mine. Dont worry. No man is enough idiotic to try that one 'adventure' yet. I am talking about people. BTW, people means anyone other than me. Yeah, why is the question. Because, marriages are places for elders and even for younger fellas to advise. Advise is an understatement. Strip people to death is the right phrase. Those jobless aunties and Grandmoms, those orthodox uncles and hearing impaired granddads... I was stripped for all the faults I was born with -and acquired faults too- in the most recent one. I had no mind to attend it. But since it was my cousin's I had no choice. The critics start working even before the marriage takes place. "Oye thangu, what are you wearing for the engagement?" "Black. Patiala" "No di. Wear Saree" "Can't" "Why? Cos you wont look good?" "No. [You $&$*(^! #$#@ you. I always look good. And saree is when I ...

I remember the day I started working. Everyone does you know.. When they get thrown out.. Ah yes, I was thrown out. For something really silly. I remember coming from my village in a Transport Bus and getting down to find the roads so dirty I felt like puking. We were poor at the village for sure. But our women always cleaned the place [for want of doing something most of the time. or because they were obsessed.]. Don't they have women here? I thought then. I forgot to introduce myself. Ramu . Driver cum servant cum maali cum everything. Or I was. Until one day morning, suddenly. I used to drive their Maruthi Zen. Old model. Sirji 's dad's. Been working like a dog for three months and I get thrown out without driving that Skoda even once! Ah the goorkha at the gate, [I never made friends with him.] he told me why I was thrown out as I walked out of the gate with a smirk on his face. I will tell you why. Today morning Sirji and Madamji went to 'close the deal'...

Maaaaan! I wish I had an island of my own...! :( :( A cottage, lots of sea, trees, garden, me and birds, me and nature.. Next birth.. Surely next birth! :) Hmm... Dreams are beautiful cos they don't come true. :)

If you start the journey on the wrong foot, you never finish it properly. PS- Aint a superstitious remark. Just symbolic.

Life is too damn serious to handle alone.

Learnt one thing though. After trying God of Small Things and Midnight's Children and Garcia Marc, You will never touch a book that was anywhere near winning the Booker.

Aint so great as the hype indicated. Trying language at first. But as you get used, it is nothing more than usual "growing up" of a kid. And the only plus I see is the description of our independence through a commoner's eyes. Half way through. Then you see loooooong winding dribbles of info about his life. Some very unnatural. Some pervs. Some unclear. I seriously donno how that one ended up with prizes. But then, Garcia Marquez managed to get prizes. PS- Happy Budday to an undying 'fan' of mine. :) :P May God bless you with a hundred years' happiness and love. :) Love, DN

I always wonder.. Whom do atheists thank when they have to thank someone or something for a 'coincidence'? ;)

Once, there was a him and a there was a me [ok. there still is. or are. or wateva!] And we chatted. It is natural to make awkward mistakes on chats. One such embarrassing mistake. Him : yeah.. they got two.. one in uk and one in hk me : oh avdem undo [*they have it there as well?] ! Him : 1 sex 10:31 PM *sec!! me : :D [Could not help grinning for a long time. :P We were talking about people remaining together at a place. :D ] But of course, I gue ss we just grinned like idiots and let it go. His must have been an awkward grin though. :D --- Anoth er day, another time. During another chat. He pointed out another friend's ( a girl) status msg, "beauty with brain" . His phone shows it truncated until you click on the user. So how does it look? [Me thinking hard.. :P ] And it shows.. " [the gal's name] - "beauty with bra.." me : oops Him : haha me : :D [Kept grinning like ashamed idiots. But this time it was my turn to be awkward. As if I co...

Genius is when you keep winning. Intelligent is when you win once. Spectacularly.

Here goes an sms chat with a mate. "So, should we go today?[for the GD class]" "Yup. This would be the last day without Liza eating my head." "Why ? Is she coming tomo?" "Yup. And guess what? She wants group study with me! :( " "Go teach. :P" "Shall I drag you into it? :P :P :D " "No thanks! I dont have more exams to write. :P" "Hell man! Even I dont! Why should I go then?! :(" ":P :P" "I dragged myself out for the next two weeks. But later...." "hmm.. :P" A little while later, "So, are we going today?" "Should we not?" "Nope. I will go for my violin class today. We will go tomorrow." "Ok. :( Peace." That ended my hope for a sane day at the GD classes. Nothing wrong with that girl Liza. Just that she gets a bit clingy to me. It somehow irritates people. :( And is a kanjoosi who, in spite of having NRI parents and stinking money, gives ...

Some books are so famous, you never hear the author's name.

I had not checked anything about my blog for long. Once upon a time, I was obsessed with how my my blog ranked. It seems, when you leave everything to its natural course, things do get better. I just saw their graphs. These Indi people. My googlerank had come down to '0' from the '1' and somehow, those days I let it go untended to, it had grown, to 2. And I just realized Alexa rankings worked the other way round. You know, lower the better.. Not that I really care about Alexa though. :) Google, yeah, I cared. I would have been sad if I saw the Google rank come down to zero. A bit. After all, it is just a rank. :) I would blabber away no matter what the rank ended up as.. Had been reading. Reading is an understatement. A book a day. Wow! Old lust for books. :) 600-650 pages a day. :) Something to talk about for a bibliophile like me. I usually start with fiction, run to sci fi, sciences and then philosophy. With philosophy, that chain ends. And I go back to naught. And ...

I dont know what to say about my present, for it changes every moment. I cant say anything about my future, for it is yet Unknown. My Past is a Past. My Future, Unknown.It is no use pondering over past, coz I cant change it. and so is future,I cant predict it. but i can live my present like, there was no past and there is no known future. And I carry on my Life like, "There is no hell of a tomorrow and there was no Heavens of a past!.."

This year, no one asked me what my new year resolution is. Usually people would be on frenzy asking what I am onto this year. May be finally it got onto them. I dont take "New Year resolution"s. Once upon a time, this was a fantastic conversation opener. We could talk on and on about the stupidities and needs of a new year resolution. Some years back, when I was still at school, dad used to make me take a resolution that I would study every day's lessons the same day. Some years into this tryst, he left the effort. I was never gonna change. :) And anyways, the day I take a new year resolution would be the day [almost always] I broke it too. So, it never made any sense. Years of innocent joy in school, I remember we had gift exchanges on Christmas. Which always took place on the new year reopening day cos of the 10 day long vacation. Most of the times, I saw born enemies exchange gifts. Smiles on face and grunts behind. One year, I myself had to do it. Though I made sure i...

Yay! Finally the bloody [No, I aint swearing. Remember all the blasts and killings this year. :)] recession ridden [all those people affected by recession, I feel for you.. :( And I feel for me, whose life was inadvertently affected too... We are out of it, Yay! again!], sick [Remember H1N1!] and testing [I have not forgotten all those tests I had to write.. :| ] year, has bade its good byes. Wooh ! I feel somewhat happy about it. That was a year I was happy to see the back of. [Pun unintended. :)] However, this year will leave effects on everyone of us. Lasting. Some with gaps gaping on Job Profiles, some with sour relationships, some with ill luck having topsyturvyed their lives.. Ah! So what good did it do to my life? Learnt a lot. About people and their behaviors. Discovered Math. Tested bonds were either broken, or strengthened. Broken ones were never mine. So I really do not regret. And strengthened, those will be with me for life. Discovered passions hidden in me. Did some ga...