yawn....

its a tuesday and i have already lost my zing to do any work... yawn... any suggestions?

its not about who wins or loses, its about passion for the sport....

back from the most fantabulous (spelling?) trip of my life to Saklespur. Near Coorg, if you are not from these parts. On work. Which I initially complained and cribbed about for a bit but now that I'm back, the glow is still going strong.....
it was this car rally with about 45 odd guys in jeeps going through some of the craziest territory. Through virgin forest, mud roads, tracks barely wide enough for one jeep to pass through, tea estates, lakes, ponds, slush. In pouring rain, in barely there drizzle. In absolute peace, fresh air and the most awesome stretch of the Western Ghats you can think of. And I rode standing up in an old battered up jeep for most of the over 5 hr journey for the sheer pleasure of it...
cant wait for the next "Off track rally"...its in Goa apparently. This is the part where be a journalist is beginning to pay off....

famous hip-hop star rajnikantha .....

this is an ode to the nameless stranger who hit on me like I've never been hit on in my life...and completely made my day...i suck at verse, but pl bear with me....
I was sitting there having coffee
When this really cute firangi hottie
Asked me for a smoke
And stayed on to tell a joke
About his friends' pup
And how he loves him so so much
And whether he should name it such and such

I loved him fleetingly for 5
And thanked him for stopping by
But hey ho and the jolly ho
I simply had to go....

and that was the end of that.... and no, we didnt exchange no's...dont even ask, it happens only to me....

after the thrill is gone....

umm...lets see... if i ever do quit journalism, what will i do....i have this urge to open up my own coffee shop...i know i know...it kinda passe but its not going to be just any old coffee shop....
i have it all pictured out in my head. its going to be on a quiet side street. made entirely of brick. no steel and glass for me. with a huge garden around it. and wooden benches so you can sit there for as long as you want. one side is going to have a nice bookshop. this is the only area where i will have sofas. so you can browse as well. in one corner there will be an area where people can have performances. like i could invite a band in on wednesdays to play a couple of songs. a very small band that play soothing music. nothing great. no hoo ha.. or on fridays an up and coming theatre group to have an impromptu performance....
the best part is yet to come though....i plan to have a bakery...yup... i plan to serve fresh baked croissants, breads and yummy brownies....the smell of which will drive you crazy....and im working on my baking skills now.....

it's the absolute beginning of the end....

dont know why but feel like having that as the heading of my post...and nothing else...

ann(he he) hall

watched annie hall directed by woody allen last night and im still on a high... anyone would be i guess....take this dialogue for example.... Annie: (talking about California): "Its so amazingly clean"....Alvy (played by a brilliantly neurotic Woody Allen): But of course it will be. They take all their garbage and put it on television".... i mean wot normal person wouldnt love it.... or this one-liner he repeats constantly in the movie, "I would never want to belong to a club that would have me for a member".... well its apparently originally Freud but delivered by him its like it was written by him, for him...
i've seen one other film of his--husbands and wives...that was such a unique movie because it was so eerily real. but the theme that runs through all these movies is this sarcasm which simply gets to me. throw in a little bit of bitterness combined with sarcasm or even a mild mockery and you have me hooked for life... i love charlie chaplin for that.... ummm... anyways, i knew woody allen was great but i now think he's god. going to get his other movies, especially 'wots new, pussycat'? it has peter sellers and woody allen...rare rare treat....

it takes all types...

this post is about a girl i met recently and her truly remarkable story. i dont know her complete story. probably never will. and i dont think it really matters if i do or dont because this post is essentially about me.
i dont want to go into how i met her or how we got chatting because things like this will happen to me only and its very hard to explain the how or why. but from the moment i met her i knew her life was, well basically fucked up. i just get a sense about these things and 9 times out of 10, im right.
anyways so we got chatting and she told me she has never had a family. not that she's an orphan but that her dad died when she was a child and that she has lived all alone since then. i dont know how it works but i was too scared to ask her for fear of releasing some deep seated emotion i couldn't handle...
standing there in semi darkness listening to her saying in a gradually peaking voice of desperation almost, 'but i've never had anybody, but i've never had anybody' .....gave me goose bumps...and a perverse sense of happiness thanking god for my own parents...
i cant think of coming back home day after day after day to nobody. having no one to call me during the day and ask me if i've had lunch, no body to serve me dinner when i come home so tired sometimes im ready to cry, nobody to stonewall me when i come home late on saturday nights, no one to have stupid fights with...
i see so so many half families around me, im almost scared to speak aloud of mine for fear they'll be taken away... where ever will i be then?....