Linda Goodman comes calling

Some draw conclusions abt others after meeting them, it cud be the first time or whatever, some others give much importance to looks, some with their very own pre-conceived notions, some dont bother at all. The cult that I was introduced to yesterday was the one which decides who’ll be what on the basis of Zodiac signs. Strange.

There’s this IT guy who had come down to meet some folks from my dept to discus some system related issues. When all of us got talking, he suddenly started yapping abt the importance of Zodiac signs n how the planetary movements affects one n all, much to my agony. I abhor such topics n just when I was about to excuse myself he asked me my sign n when he got the answer, his jaws dropped. He then turned to my boss n said “U need to be careful with Pisceans. They have this mysterious aura around them and strong intuitive powers.”   LOLz…

Wanted to share this with one of my close pals, who I was talking to last nite, but it just slipped outta my memory. The 2 of us would have had a hearty laugh.

Voodoo….

Music n books have always been my passion. On a Sunday u’ll either find me with a book or with discman or with mp3 player. Today was no different. Was lazying around with books n mags wen Ram suggested Shoppers Stop!! Well, a man asking his woman LETS DO SOME SHOPPING, now thats something! LOL. So out came my fav pair of jeans n a cool tee n the two of us reached SS, Andheri in abt 20 mins (cudnt believe it coz being a sunday, the roads to SS are always hijacked by thousands of vehicles so much that u feel like tearing ur hair apart!!!!). What happened in the next 10 mins is making me write this…

Well, Ram the rocker, headed straight to Planet M n I being a bookworm stepped towards Crossword, fiction section. I was typing a msg, asking one of my friends abt his suggestion “Black Market or Along came a Spider” by James Patterson, when someone tapped on my shoulders. I turned around to see this female (in mid 40s probably) holding a book that says “What happens after death”. There was something really creepy n eerie abt this woman. The way she looked at me was really bizarre. While I was wonderin abt all this she said “I bet u r a Piscean! Ur eyes say it all n u have too many questions abt too many things in ur mind, rite?”. Now my jaws dropped!!!!!!! She was fucking rite! I am a Piscean n like most of us here I too have many unanswered stuff clogging my head. I was just abt to bring my jaws to their original position to say a courteous Hi n Yes to her questions n there she goes again “Its ok… U dont know me n neither do I. But one look at u n I had to tell u what I saw in u… Have a nice life n take care. U r precious”… WOHOOOOO….

As I’m writing this crazy piece of crap my mind is saying – Today was the day when everything went uncanny.

1. Ram suggests shopping (something that has never happened in the last 5 years)
2. The perennially jammed Andheri flyover is empty
3. Eerie silence at Crossword
4.  That strange woman n her peculiar observations abt me.

The message I was trying to send to Zack says its got saved as drafts… Conclusions open….

For Zack

Zack, u remember the day I told u abt my blog, u asked me to write down whatever came to my mind abt this “The Silence of the lambs is the reason for their Slaughter”???? Well, whatever that means, my fav word in this sentence is “SILENCE”… The word has a bitter-sweet taste to it. My words cease to matter most of the times, but my silence, it speaks so much more! There’s so much of room for so many words around silence. If there were no quiet, how wud u judge me? But then again, ur judging me is no guarantee (u cud simply accept the person u have recd)!!..  Here’s wats going on in my head n i dedicate this piece (call it whatever) to u my friend…

It speaks no words, yet it falls on my soul,

Queitly, yet, heavily on my heart with pain wrapped in it….

While words feel like filth n grunge, silence feels so pure n honest…

When the world around me pulls me down, when my tears are entrapped in my soul, I listen to the sounds of silence…..

In this world filled with contradiction

I befriended Silence n look what I found

All my lost answers n redemption…

To be versatile or creative???

Heard this in one of my colleagues’ cellphone. Osho talking abt the word Fuck n its versatility!!! Cudnt stop myself from putting it here though I don’t remember most of what he said (many of u’d have already heard this). He says English language should be proud of the Fuck word coz it can be used as:

1.       Adjective: Mary is fucking beautiful

2.       Noun: Mary is a fine FUCK

3.       Frauds: I got FUCKED at the used car lot

4.       Ignorance: FUCK, had I known!!

5.       Trouble: I guess I’m FUCKED now

6.       Aggression: FUCK you.

7.       Displeasure: What the FUCK is going on in here?

8.       Difficulty: I can’t understand this FUCKING  job.

9.       Incompetence: He’s a FUCK off.

10.   Suspicion: What the FUCK are u doing?

11.   Enjoyment: I had a FUCKING time!!

12.   Request: Get the FUCK outta here.

13.   Hostility: I’m gonna knock
ur FUCKING head off!!!

14.   Greeting: How the FUCK are u?

15.   Apathy: Who gives a FUCK?

16.   Innovation: Get a bigger FUCKING hammer!

17.    Surprise/Shock: FUCK!! u scared the shit outta me!!

18.   Anxiety: Today is really FUCKED!

Talk of being creative!! Hehehe……

India Poised! Really??

Well, first of all, lemme thank  my wonderful friend!! Brian, thanks a zillion (I dunno if u r reading this) for making me do this….. My first one…. wanted to start with a cute poem. But it all changed when I was watching NDTV last nite while having my dinner. There’s this guy from
Agra who comes to
Delhi in search of a job. He has done his masters in Political Science n was a part time lecturer in some college in
Agra. I seriously don’t understand what made him quit his job n come to
Delhi (of all places under the Sun!) in search of better options!!! I think that was his first mistake. Poor chap runs from pillar to post in search of a good (read decent) job. Doesn’t find one n ends up pulling rickshaws in the national capital!!!! That’s not the end of it. That man speaks impeccable English, is soft spoken n an excellent conversationalist!!! I mean I was shocked… I heard that man talk in English. His English cud easily put many of our call centre agents to shame!! Towards the end of the report the reporter (Ms. Nidhi Razdan) asks “How can fate be so cruel?”  Honestly I have never believed in FATE. DESTINY. For me these are just a string of alphabets.  Coz I am the sort of person who’ll stop at nothing to do what my mind says is rite. So have never believed in fate n stuff.  Have never felt the need! Everybody asks me to believe in DESTINY/FATE. My reply “why should I?”When I went bankrupt, I was told it was my fate. When people who I trusted, departed from me, I was told it was my fate. How cud everything go wrong n how cud we just turnout to be escapists by blaming FATE?? There had to be some reason… After much thought it finally dawned on me that I dint plan my finances wisely.  I trusted all wrong people who were using me to wipe their dirty butts. If these mistakes were made by me, cud I make yet another one by not learning my lessons from them??  Cud I afford to make yet another mistake of putting all the blame on the four lettered F word (read FATE)??

Coming back to our over qualified rickshaw walla… may be life is trying to teach him something… may be he’s missing out on the lessons while he’s bickering abt his FATE….