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Still thinking on what to write.zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.............craving to love lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129183831990257676noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272374881670280925.post-68923405378734030882012-03-03T13:09:00.001+05:302012-03-03T13:29:25.700+05:30Tiny steps into the writing world.It has been close to a year since I wrote something for my blog, and I call myself a wannabe writer. What an arse I would say if I heard this from someone else. I have contemplated writing something few times, but then my thoughts never found its way to fingertips <br /><br />So here I am trying to get back into the writing shoes. This blog will list out the things that has happened since last march as it is easier to list down the past rather than the thoughts, in no particular order <br />1) I got married <br />2) I am now a son-in-law, got new relatives. <br />3) Got a house for rent in Indiranagar. <br />4) Fell in love with this locality and want to buy a house here (dreams).<br />5) Changed job<br />6) Furnished the entire house. <br />7) Got a library, am happy about it. <br />8) Got a bar, which apparently everyone likes. <br />9) Saw Udaipur and Mt Abu, and the palaces were absolutely amazing. <br />10) Went on a house boat in Allepey and had awesome seafood there. <br />11) Put on close to 8kgs of weight. <br />12) Had a good new year’s with friends. <br />13) Met the all interesting Mr Avinash Singh <br />14) Discovered a treasure called Toit in Indiranagar.<br />15) Got hammered and threw up after four years all thanks to the interesting Mr Avinash Singh, that too the day before my honeymoon. <br />16) Discovered an awesome show called Coupling. <br />17) Added few more books to my library. <br />18) Dr Sheldon Cooper still rocks. <br />19) Started hating the weather in Bangalore. <br />20) Mr Udaibir Singh moved out of Bangalore.<br />21) Realized that I have to deal with weight problem. <br />22) Decided to run the next Bangalore Marathon. <br />23) My friends Mr Maximillian Joseph FINALLY got married :P<br />24) Went on a shopping spree with Mr Rajiv Narayan for leather goods in Ambur. <br />25) Still ensure that I meet up with Chandy on most weeks.<br />26) Started house hunting. <br />27) My wife Ms Vazahappully is amazing for having survived the time with me. <br />28) I have gone back to beer from Whiskey. <br />29) Contemplating the completion of my book that I started two years ago. <br /><br /><br />Thanks for your time.craving to love lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129183831990257676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272374881670280925.post-60736553794398757102012-01-15T09:28:00.001+05:302012-01-15T09:28:34.187+05:30Burger King's creation<iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fbN00fDM1rM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>craving to love lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129183831990257676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272374881670280925.post-66738899850418403142011-08-24T09:38:00.000+05:302011-08-24T09:39:09.545+05:30Funny...delivered with a punch...<iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/auiczd4OUms" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>craving to love lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129183831990257676noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272374881670280925.post-10159688878648994682011-07-26T18:24:00.000+05:302011-07-26T18:25:05.660+05:30Awesome Infographics<a href="http://www.onlineschools.org/state-of-the-internet/"><img src="https://s3.amazonaws.com/stateoftheinternet/soti-embed.jpg" alt="State of the Internet 2011"/></a><br />Created by: <a href="http://www.onlineschools.org">Online Schools</a>craving to love lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129183831990257676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272374881670280925.post-23690646413643560632011-06-16T07:43:00.002+05:302011-06-16T08:46:24.859+05:30Yeah!!! I am excitedYesterday I sent out my wedding invite to some of my clients, and one of them replied as such <br />"Heartiest congrats ! I have rarely received a wedding invite with a subject line like this but then it speaks volumes about your excitement :)"<br /><br />This was the first time I sent out an invite any sort of invite, and here she was thinking that I was all excited and hence ended up sending more than one invite.<br /><br />This is the kind of question that I get from everyone. "So all set for the D-Day? All excited?" and I end up saying "What is the big deal? I am just getting married". <br /><br />The real answer would be "Yes, I am damn excited. I am getting married to the one girl whom I fell in love with in college. It took me six years, numerous failed relationships, a transfer to Bangalore, three proposals and a lot of talking to finally convince her that we make a great couple. We have been together for over 18 months, 10 months as engaged and there was not a single instance when we thought we weren't supposed to be together. So hell yeah, I am excited about my wedding." <br /><br /><br />Rgds<br />Lovestruckcraving to love lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129183831990257676noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272374881670280925.post-90380955811034163142011-06-15T15:20:00.002+05:302011-06-15T15:21:00.438+05:30Social Media World Graph<br /><br /><a href="http://www.vincos.it/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/WMSN0611-1024.png" ><img src="http://www.vincos.it/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/WMSN0611-570.png" alt="World Map of Social Networks" title="World Map of Social Networks" width="100%" border="0"></a><br />craving to love lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129183831990257676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272374881670280925.post-47991966940903028112011-05-16T16:17:00.001+05:302011-05-16T16:17:55.693+05:30Take the survey pls<a href="http://www.surveymonkey.com/s/5FSHZ3Q">Click here to take survey</a>craving to love lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129183831990257676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272374881670280925.post-43868637609343121322011-04-22T06:55:00.004+05:302011-04-22T06:59:57.475+05:30IA Bangalore paratha eating competition<a href="http://twitpic.com/4ni457" title="Share photos on twitter with Twitpic"><img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/4ni457.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="Share photos on twitter with Twitpic"></a>craving to love lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129183831990257676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272374881670280925.post-38489665774360102022011-04-20T19:23:00.001+05:302011-04-20T19:23:38.575+05:30Tanishq True Diamonds<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EVaqel3KKVE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>craving to love lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129183831990257676noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272374881670280925.post-64302440540922218532011-03-29T19:46:00.000+05:302011-03-29T19:47:28.292+05:30Things I want to do.Things I would do if I had the time and money<br />1) Listen to Rock music the entire day. <br />2) Have a book in my hand when I am listening to the music. The book would be a DeMile, Archer, Forsyth, Ryand or other of my favourites.<br />3) Watch movies when I get tired of music. I have a back log of movies that dates back 2 years. <br />4) Improve my culinary skills<br />5) Write my book, which would be a definite best seller <br />6) Start playing video games. That is something that I have not done since school days. <br />7) Spend time with friends and family<br />8) Chat online, forgot how it feels like to chat with friends<br />9) Start reviewing movies<br />10) Go for long drives, explore places.<br />11) Design my dream cafe, that would serve food, liquor, coffee and snacks, open to one and all.craving to love lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129183831990257676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272374881670280925.post-31284997814454986802011-03-14T19:42:00.002+05:302011-03-14T19:46:20.614+05:30Wooooof.....Facewoof“Woof woof”.... “Dad!!!Dad!! come here please. There is something I think you need to help me out with” Jimmy was anxious. “What is it son, did someone kick you in the gut or something?” enquire papa Ceasar. <br /><br />“No dad, nobody did anything like that to me. But I got a little scared when my friend Jacky came over and started talking about being on Facewoof. I been trying to find out what Facewoof is since morning I am not getting anywhere with it.” <br />“Hmmm, i sure did hear about Facewoof and was trying to find more about it myself. Good thing you asked about it to me. I will check it myself and tell you what I know abt it.”<br /><br />Few days later:<br /><br />“Son, there is good news and there is great news. I am on facewoof now. You can log onto facewoof.com and search for “TheSooperboner” and guess who comes up? Me”<br />“So what is the great news?” Jimmy asked. “Isnt what I told you great news? I mean, I am now called THESOOPERBONER. Which bitch would not want to get to know me after having that name? I think you owe me some amount of appreciation for coming out with such a wonderful name.”<br /><br />“Dad, I do not like that name of yours. Who would call himself that out in the public? You are a much better Ceasar than a what you call yourself.”<br />Ceasar sure was shaken, but did not show it out. “So you still want to know more about Facewoof or is this the end of the conversation?” He asked. “Yay, i need to know more about Facewoof.” Little Jimmy said.<br /><br />“Well facewoof is the ideal platform for dogs like me. I can surf through various bitches, i can compare what is where and accordingly plot my strategy. I do not have to go out there and expect to face some sort of surprise each time i try to sniff my way forward. If i feel bored then there are various application that lets me check whether the other person is compatible with me. This will definitely help me in making my mind before making my move.”<br /><br />“Dad!! That is awful. Why would such a great guy like you have to do all that? It is so pretentious. What happened to the good old mantra that you taught me about being who you are, doing stuff face to face?”<br /><br />“My son, you do have a point out there. But I am sick and tired of doing all that. IT was all fun when there was no other way. Here I can even check out their pics before even thinking of doing anything. I check them out completely before my very first move. That does not happen in real life. IT only happens in facewoof.”<br />“You sound like you are desperate to get laid and that facewoof is the perfect getaway for you. I feel like I do not even know you.”<br />“Woof, woof. I do not want to talk to you.”craving to love lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129183831990257676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272374881670280925.post-86604387511747991682011-02-02T20:46:00.002+05:302011-02-02T21:00:41.447+05:30A Different DayI am sitting in Jimmy’s beer cafe, which was once frequented by me every second day . My head now is buzzing with myriads of thoughts and I am still trying to figure out what I should be writing. The beer on my side and the rock music that is blaring is definitely soothing me down and I am taking it as a cue to enjoy the day. <br />It has been a long time since I wrote anything at all, been shuttling between excel files, power-point presentations, myriad of calls, angry clients, brain storming sessions and of course wedding on every weekend for the past one month. <br />On a personal front, so happens that I need to reduce good 15 kilos in the next three months if i am to get back to my feet, literally. My injured foot gave me away when I got high and made me dance with two left foot, and then twisted it pretty bad. My dermatologist says that my body is stressed out in the worst way and that is the reason behind the big patch that i have on my head, hair loss. I have not kept correspondence with my friends for a long time, my roommates keep complaining that I have not spent quality time with them in a long time and my girl friend hates my laptop and I am afraid of changing my cell phone to a blackberry as she would throw that away the moment i get it. The only reason that I use my phone these days is to check on my messages from client(which has taken precedence over other correspondence), to check my mail and if the network allows, to see the google analytics of my client. <br />Today is different. I finally started my gym in the morning. My day began at 530 sharp, with me going to the gym and actually working out. My whole body was rusty; I could literally feel it while doing the treadmill. I did minor weight training and was happy that I still have not lost my strength and tomorrow would again be the same. At least I am doing something right. There is another reason why today is special, I kept thinking of the movie Jerry Mcguire, do not be judgemental for I love that movie. The one lesson that I have taken from the movie is the memo that Tom Cruise wrote, be faithful to the company for which you work and be true to the clients you handle and last but not the least, “have a smaller client base, that will do you good”. Now, the last point is not something that I can afford right now, but it does make sense. <br />Another thing that I liked about today is that I left office at 6, which means that I that i did not stretch myself to 12 hrs today, even if it was due to the doc’s appointment (which i missed anyways as I was late). I also liked the fact that I was out of office for two hrs at client’s place, did not check my mail, or did not have to sit in front of any report or presentation. I also liked the fact that I am listening to some pink flyod, metallica, eagles, which I have not heard in over a month. For the first time in life I did not take a call and I felt bad. Finally had to send a message, asking what was wrong. <br />Now I am sitting with my girl friend, who just walked in and was glad when i told her that I was blogging and not working <br /><br /><br />PS: To my colleagues – this is just an aberration. Do not take it seriously. Just wanted a release. <br />PPS : To my friends – I will call you guys more often, I started that last night.craving to love lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129183831990257676noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272374881670280925.post-7638279842381449652010-11-19T23:59:00.003+05:302010-11-20T00:19:03.310+05:30Evolution12 am in the morning and I am still awake. That is new for me. I am usually in bed by 10:45 everyday. Guess that would be the first evolution. <br />Anyways, to begin with, the other day I was thinking about the various stages of my romances(myself being a narcissist, do not have anything else to think about). Back in the good old school days, being averse to peer pressure and social acceptance, you just liked a person and begin to think that is true love. :)<br />You then graduate to the next level, taking up all the pressures that you could possibly conceive, when all your friends have girl friends(not knowing what a girl friend/boy friend means), and then starts dating girls. Once you are done with all the blatant lies and kiss and break ups, you start contemplating the true meaning of being in a relationship and fail to understand the same. That is when you start realising, in that really small brain of yours, that dating was much better than being in any sort of relationship and go about doing what you think is right, no matter how much you are wrong. In between all that you do some two timing, face some two timing, only to fathom that this is all part of the new dating rules :)Once you are done with that also, you spend time analyzing all the mistakes that you have done and try in vain to redeem yourself. But that never happens, unfortunately for few and fortunately for many. This cycle goes no, as long as one wants, and when you finally decide that you have had it (which is usually when you find someone to spend the life with), you give up on all your stupidity and stand up for what you are. Then, again you like someone, and then fall in love and that is it then :)craving to love lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129183831990257676noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272374881670280925.post-36688497259235914312010-11-15T20:34:00.002+05:302010-11-15T20:38:12.740+05:30Making of WorkaholicIt is 830 in the night and I am here sitting in my office and wondering the following<br /><br />1) When was the last time I read a book within a week.<br />2) When was the last time I wrote something for my book.<br />3) When was the last time I did not fall asleep watching a movie.<br />4) When was the last time my girl friend did not complain that I am late for dinner.<br /><br />:) I am writing this note here because once I reach home I would forget about my thoughts.craving to love lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129183831990257676noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272374881670280925.post-23991967572975337012010-11-10T07:09:00.002+05:302010-11-10T07:24:40.790+05:30The Social ProjectSo, when was the last time everyone got into a little project group and successfully completed it? i am pretty sure it wold have been a long time back. Now, here is an opportunity for as many people to be part of a new project, and the subject in this project would be me. <br /><br />Not making sense??? 3 months, 15 kgs and four inches. This is the target and I am hoping that you guys would be helping me out to achieve this goal.<br /><br />The reason being that i could not get into my formal trousers yesterday, even though it used to be snug on me two months back. I had stopped working out two months back, followed by myriad of wedding functions and awesome food :)<br /><br />I would be putting up my schedule, what not to do and so on. You can tell me what i have done right and what I have done wrong. In case I indulge in those guilty pleasure of pastries and cream and sweets, I would mention the same and you can reprimand. This project runs for five days a week for three months. <br /><br />Friday evenings are not part of the project as saturday is off and i can do what i want. Similarly, the food and liquor that I intake over the weekend is out of question(above reason). On the other hand, in case I consume liquor during the weekdays, I will certainly mention that and you can pull my leg :)<br />Also, i have not checked my weight, but i can feel that I need to lose 15kg and hence that target.<br /><br />The project started today morning, with myself running for 20 min, followed by exercise for abs for another 20 and a 10 min pranayama. <br />This would be followed with tea and oats. As mentioned before, will not be consuming any meat/chicken and also only least amount of carb.<br /><br />Hope to make this project as fun as possible as we go.<br /><br />PS : will not be entering the gym what so ever. And yet I need to achieve the same. Let us see if it ossible :)craving to love lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129183831990257676noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272374881670280925.post-14704241927195648902010-09-22T22:00:00.004+05:302010-09-22T22:12:15.331+05:30A cigarette for day, then noneBeen thinking abt the above mentioned motto for quite sometime now. Yes, I am an addictive smoker and now it is time I say good by to it. But being melodramatic by nature, I want to add a twist to the same. <br /><br />Gold Flake Kings has been with me for the past 6 years and i have been faithful to it. But there comes a time in life when you realize that enough is enough, but then it would have been too late by then. Mine began the day I started running again after all those years of abusing my body. For a person who used to run close to 4 km everyday morning without any hassle, i started finding it difficult to touch the 3km mark. That was the first sign.<br /><br />Each time my friend, foe, family come up with those snide remarks, I act as if i did not hear it. But then, they were true. I was hitting my limits. My number almost always hovered around 10, at times exceeding by one or two. But now, I want to quit. First, I want to witness the day when i would bring it down to one as that is how i started this habit. <br /><br />I want to quit it that way as well, as the reason with which I started is no longer valid, and is now void :)craving to love lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129183831990257676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272374881670280925.post-38660247342523421162010-09-22T21:43:00.003+05:302010-09-22T21:57:11.348+05:30An ode to FriendshipThis post is dedicated to my friend who got married recently. Calling him a friend would in fact be an understatement. We have been friends for over 10 years now and he is one of the closest ally I have. I would say that he is one of those rare people who would know A2Z about me. <br /><br />A person who in many ways is better than I, and who most parents would want to have as a son or girls would want to have as their partner. On the other hand, we have been close friends over the same period. <br /><br />His wedding was fixed for the 4th of Sept. I had booked my ticket two months in advance, so that I do not miss the occasion. More than the wedding, I wanted to be the one who would sign as the witness for the wedding. There were two reason for it. I could never be part of such a ceremony on my own, and two I wanted to be the best man.<br /> <br />I should say I was in for a surprise when i reached the venue, for the place was filled with his relatives and I had a sinking feeling that I would not be able to do the honors of witnessing his wedding. The process began and I was left outside the office when I was called for to be the third witness. <br /><br />I should say I was overwhelmed. I did not think he would be in a position to call for me with so many relatives in place. I just looked at him for a second, smiled within and placed my name where it belonged.craving to love lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129183831990257676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272374881670280925.post-49733780205009396932010-08-15T09:15:00.004+05:302010-08-16T07:21:44.117+05:30Fine dining turning sourI was in Palakkad last Saturday, spending the weekend with my sister, uncle, aunt and cousin bro. Terms like dining out, window shopping, ambulating through a mall, even mall are alien words in this town, which is still stuck sometime between the day we got independence and the next millennium. At least that is what I thought after having been a part of Palakkad for 25 years. <br /><br />I got my first jolt when we decided to go out for dinner and was taken to the brand new mall in the city. It was quite big and I was surprised I should say. Further to the same, we went straight to the Food Court and found the place filled with diners. I was half expecting to see the place deserted as it was Palakkad, the place where I grew up and I swear I have not seen even a fine dining restaurant half filled. <br /><br />So I was sitting with my family and enjoying the dinner, and we had about 3sear left in the table. A family walked into the diner, looked around for seats, and in a rather nonchalant manner ambulated towards us and sat on our table. I should say I was flabbergasted, having been used to the privacy while dining in Bangalore, and having been spoilt by the way I lived life, now I was in an unchartered territory. <br /><br />I did not know whether I should tell the family that they were encroaching our dinner time without being rude or should I hide myself being the table. I finally decided that t would be best to act as if we were still alone, and be happy at the fact that people in my hometown are at-least open to dining out these days.<br /><br />Rgds<br />Rahulcraving to love lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129183831990257676noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272374881670280925.post-30535103098043226822010-08-02T09:13:00.003+05:302010-08-02T09:35:41.097+05:30Being HomelessIt has been less than 12 hrs since we moved into a new place. The We include Chandy, Shajahan, Tariq, Avinash and myself.And it has been less than 12 hrs since we found the new house and the same time since we gave the token advance. <br /><br />We have been trying to move from the previous house for quite sometime and after house hunting for over a month, we finally saw a house that we liked. So we gave the token advance and were supposed to shift yesterday afternoon. <br /><br />THe previous landlord, Mr X, came in on Saturday and told us that he would refund the advance by 12pm and accordingly we intimated the brokers and the new landlord. After an entire day's packing, we were finally awaiting the money and when there was no sign of X, we called him. Apparently he went out on an emergency and would be back only by 5in the evening. That is when our thoughts were flooded by our old neighbour's words on how X has cheated on all the previous tenants and never gave the money on time. We went straight to his house and found it locked. Called his number, but in vain as it was switched off. We called his brother-in-law and came to know that the emergency was in Innovative Film CIty, where there is an outing of sorts for the family. <br /> <br />Those words got us boiling and then, without much thoughts we told his neighbours why we were creating the ruckus, kept trying his cell, spoke to brother-in-law politely, then sternly and finally at around 6pm, Mr X came with the money. Not the whole sum, but partial and then I took him to the nearest ATM and got the rest as well. After some profanity, that we could not hold back due to our situation, and some stares and some anger, he left.<br /><br />We had to call the real estate agency, the new owner and we communicated our predicament, and they told us not to worry and to come over before 9pm. We were partly relived.<br /><br />THe lorry/truck was called and by 730 all that we were worth was in the truck and we called the real estate agency to get the agreement signed and then we get the next shock. We are told that we can sign the agreement, but cant move in today. The owner wanted to clean and pain. We didnt want a cleaned and painted house, we just wanted to move in, unpack and rest. So CHandy and Shajahan went to the agency and then to the owner. In the meantime Tariq, Avinash and myself finished the loading and were literally sitting on the road, with the truck driver being kind enough to stay as long as we wanted. <br /><br />At 9 in the night, we finally get the call from chandy saying that the house for which we gave the advance has been taken up by someone else and that the owner is not letting us move in. Suddenly, he cant remember the token advance, our communication to him regarding moving in and he cant remember that he was initially okay with bachelors moving in. How complicated can this get, you would now start to think. Chandy, Shajahan and the brokers went about searching for a new house, saw a house, met the owner, they shook hands and finalized the deal and we were summoned up. We did not even pay him the full advance. We told him about our predicament and the only condition he kept was to act civil.<br /><br />Thus, we moved into a house at 1030pm, that was finalized at 9pm. <br /><br /><br />The twist after all this is that we had to go back to the old house for we forgot the gas cylinder there. None of us bother to load that into the truck. That happened at 130am.. <br /><br />Now am in office, sharing that with whoever reads this blog :)<br /><br /><br />Rgds<br />Rahulcraving to love lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129183831990257676noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272374881670280925.post-85423067112132894262010-07-24T16:39:00.003+05:302010-07-24T17:07:00.221+05:30Tryst with the new ChathurI should have introduced this character to you all, long time back. But then I never did that, and boy do I regret the same now. Mr Chathur, yeah pardon me for taking that name. He is the owner of the apartment that I stay in, and has got a penthouse in the small apartment which has got seven units in all. He is also the caretaker, maintenance guy, security and everything there is. He stays with his wife, who talks like Basanti, but has the foulest of mouth I have ever heard. A little background about the symbiotic relation that we enjoy with this guy. One roommate of mine has called her a b&%$, another guy has asked him to shove it up his a£$&, and I have asked him to f&%@ off. <br /><br />We had two bikes initially, and then I brought my car. The bikes where parked in the spot that was designated to us, and when I got my car there were about four spots available for a car to be parked. So the guy comes down and tells us that we cant park the car anywhere but the spot designated for us. We did not heed to him and parked the car for couple of days. On the forth day, when I got my car in, I was in for a surprise. There where about three new cars in the parking lot. There was a car parked behind our spot and before the spot, and then two bikes in between. I wondered if I could fit couple of tyres in my car so that I could drift my car into the spot. <br /><br />After two days of trying my best to get my car in, I finally decided to go speak to Chathur, hoping to make some arrangements for my car. We started the conversation, and that's when Basanti came in, shouting all obscenities to the best of her capabilities. I walked off, and asked Chathur to come down and discuss the issue. My roommate was also there at that time. So this is how the conversation started and ended, <br />"I see that there are couple of spots that are empty as of now."<br />"Those are my spots," he replied promptly.<br />"What about that spot?," I asked pointing my finger in one direction, then another and after than another, until we exhausted all the spots. All got the same reply, "That is mine." Chathur and his quirky remarks.<br /><br />Finally, chandy called upon him and pointed his hand towards the road and asked, "So what about the road? Can we park the car there or is it also yours?"<br /><br />Do not know if he completed his sentence or not, we never waited for that.craving to love lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129183831990257676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272374881670280925.post-46894661781368220312010-07-23T15:05:00.001+05:302010-07-23T15:06:45.066+05:30Saudi Clerics Advocate Adult Breast-FeedingAs written by Dana Kennedy<br /><br />(June 5) -- Women in Saudi Arabia should give their breast milk to male colleagues and acquaintances in order to avoid breaking strict Islamic law forbidding mixing between the sexes, two powerful Saudi clerics have said. They are at odds, however, over precisely how the milk should be conveyed.<br /><br />A fatwa issued recently about adult breast-feeding to establish "maternal relations" and preclude the possibility of sexual contact has resulted in a week's worth of newspaper headlines in Saudi Arabia. Some have found the debate so bizarre that they're calling for stricter regulations about how and when fatwas should be issued. <br /><br />Sheikh Al Obeikan, an adviser to the royal court and consultant to the Ministry of Justice, set off a firestorm of controversy recently when he said on TV that women who come into regular contact with men who aren't related to them ought to give them their breast milk so they will be considered relatives.<br /><br />"The man should take the milk, but not directly from the breast of the woman," Al Obeikan said, according to Gulf News. "He should drink it and then becomes a relative of the family, a fact that allows him to come in contact with the women without breaking Islam's rules about mixing."<br /><br />Obeikan said the fatwa applied to men who live in the same house or come into contact with women on a regular basis, except for drivers.<br /><br />Al Obeikan, who made the statement after being asked on TV about a 2007 fatwa issued by an Egyptian scholar about adult breast-feeding, said that the breast milk ought to be pumped out and given to men in a glass. <br /><br />But his remarks were followed by an announcement by another high-profile sheik, Abi Ishaq Al Huwaini, who said that men should suckle the breast milk directly from a woman's breast.<br /><br />Shortly after the two sheiks weighed in on the matter, a bus driver in the country's Eastern Region reportedly told one of the female teachers whom he drives regularly that he wanted to suckle milk from her breast. The teacher has threaten to file a lawsuit against him.<br /><br />The fatwa stems from the tenets of the strict Wahhabi version of Islam that governs modern Saudi Arabia and forbids women from mixing with men who are not relatives. They are also not allowed to vote, drive or even leave the country without the consent of a male "guardian."<br /><br />Under Islamic law, women are encouraged to breast-feed their children until the age of 2. It is not uncommon for sisters, for example, to breast-feed their nephews so they and their daughters will not have to cover their faces in front of them later in life. The custom is called being a "breast milk sibling."<br /><br />But under Islamic law, breast milk siblings have to be breastfed before the age of 2 in five "fulfilling" sessions. Islam prohibits sexual relations between a man and any woman who breastfed him in infancy. They are then allowed to be alone together when the man is an adult because he is not considered a potential mate.<br /><br />"The whole issue just shows how clueless men are," blogger Eman Al Nafjan wrote on her website. "All this back and forth between sheiks and not one bothers to ask a woman if it's logical, let alone possible to breastfeed a grown man five fulfilling breast milk meals.<br /><br />"Moreover, the thought of a huge hairy face at a woman's breast does not evoke motherly or even brotherly feelings. It could go from the grotesque to the erotic but definitely not maternal."<br /><br />Al Nafjan said many in the country were appalled by the fatwa.<br /><br />"We have many important issues that need discussing," Al Nafjan told AOL News Friday. "It's ridiculous to spend time talking about adult breast-feeding."<br /><br />Unlawful mixing between the sexes is taken very seriously in Saudi Arabia. In March 2009, a 75-year-old Syrian widow, Khamisa Mohammed Sawadi, living in the city of Al-Chamil, was given 40 lashes and sentenced to six months in prison after the religious police learned that two men who were not related to her were in her house, delivering bread to her. <br /><br />One of the two men found in her house, Fahd, told the police that Sawadi breast-fed him as a baby so he was considered a son and had a right to be there. But in a later court ruling, a judge said it could not be proved that Fahd was her "breast milk son." Fahd was sentenced to four months in prison and 40 lashes, and the man who accompanied him got six months and 60 lashes.<br /><br />The original adult breast-feeding fatwa was issued three years ago by an Egyptian scholar at Egypt's al-Azhar University, considered Sunni Islam's top university. Ezzat Attiya was expelled from the university after advocating breast-feeding of men as a way to circumnavigate segregation of the sexes in Egypt. <br /><br />A year ago, Attiya was reinstated to his post.craving to love lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129183831990257676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272374881670280925.post-81445582086655274102010-06-22T19:01:00.003+05:302010-06-22T19:23:31.672+05:30Pachyderm Chronicles<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPA7zLJiH4NIQEtK5Vd8nbpIHOJnqfxI4byT0GiunH3L4mRABtcZHpJFtFosLpaH5rUJ6FUfb8DrwVqok4bxcHiAMrLokBDAM3S413BDVJ1s9OxAQ3mJfJwVShmrip5l2VJ7irY9UAuVs/s1600/20062010.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPA7zLJiH4NIQEtK5Vd8nbpIHOJnqfxI4byT0GiunH3L4mRABtcZHpJFtFosLpaH5rUJ6FUfb8DrwVqok4bxcHiAMrLokBDAM3S413BDVJ1s9OxAQ3mJfJwVShmrip5l2VJ7irY9UAuVs/s320/20062010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485590580344192754" /></a><br /><br />No melodrama, no menace,no beating around the bush. Right at the middle of the plot. We were chased by the elephants depicted in the above picture. True story as Barney would say in "How I met your Mother"<br /><br />Nirmal, Jaggu and I were driving back to Bangalore from Calicut last Sunday, when we had the best scary situation. Being charged upon by a pack of elephants. It Was partly our fault as well. We had crossed the border and were nearing the outer facade of the jungle, when we witnessed about three elephants grazing the thicket of grass. We stopped about 10feet from them, and started taking snaps. <br /><br />The elephant found us amusing and played along, but then the amusement turned into annoyance and snorted at us. We were supposed to take it as out cue to vacant the place, but us being so arrogant, did not do that. We went a little ahead and clicked more snaps.<br /><br />Think the elephant got the better off our stupidity and in one swift motion charged ahead at us. Man it was scary. We fled like never before, and boy it was exciting :)craving to love lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129183831990257676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272374881670280925.post-27686926814267939782010-06-19T21:43:00.004+05:302010-06-20T07:53:14.426+05:30I am Fake!!!I have been pondering over this thought for quite some time now. Never had the courage to accept it, so let alone put it on paper/internet. But what finally gave impetus for this idiosyncrasy, you will know why I used this term later on, was my journey to and from Ooty where I had gone to attend my friend's wedding. <br />We took a cab that day, and the driver we got was quite a chatter box. Two of my friends sitting at the back gave no heed to the driver's banter. On the other hand I listened to him, and more often than not, and when he said something funny, as per him, and I found it to be squib. I simply gave him my fake smile of interest. He did not complain and genuinely thought I was interested in his thoughts. <br /><br />The truth is that I realized this art of faking myself somewhere during my college life. Most people around us, no matter how experienced they are, cannot stand being countered in anyway. His/her thoughts are always right. And it is true because I believe that each person has got a separate right and wrong, and it becomes immaterial what we think about their thoughts. I also have a policy of not saying things that I do not mean, and hence I have faced lot of dilemma while dealing with such kind of people. It was then that I found a perfectly sane solution to it. <br /><br />Do not disagree to such thoughts, but do not agree as well. Give that really fake accepting nod, combined with a make belief grin and you score big time. They will assume that you have agreed with them, it is completely psychological so everyone wins. Only I know how useful it has been for me at least. <br /><br />Disclaimer : Never use it with people for whom you care a lot for. This includes your gf, closest of pals and close family. In my case I would say I have not used it against my gf and about 3-4 close pals.craving to love lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129183831990257676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272374881670280925.post-70064864414722500872010-05-23T09:11:00.005+05:302010-05-23T09:30:42.669+05:30Why was Vicky not called???Vicky was done working with the current company. He wanted better challenges, better opportunities and better future. Thus, he decided to look out and move on to greener pastures. As luck would have it, he did get an interview and aced it. Later when he called them back, he was told that he would have one more round of interview, this time around it would be telephonic, and that the concerned person would call him. <div><br /></div><div>It was another two days when that he got a mail from his interviewer confirming the call the same day, at 2:30pm. Vicky was ready for the interview, he went over to a cafe. It was past 2:30pm, no call. He started getting a little anxious, then started fidgeting with the pen and later after doodling on the napkins for an hour, when he finally left the place at 430pm, he had not received any call.</div><div><br /></div><div>Later than day when his interviewer called by to ask how it went, he told him what had happened. He said he would definitely look into the issue and get back to him. Later than day when the interviewer called the head office, and asked why Vicky was not called, "OOOPs!!! I completely forgot. I was in the middle of this thing on Farmville, and my fruits and vegetables had to be farmed exactly at that time, besides the sheep and fouls were creating another headache for me. I am really sorry, will call him right away." </div><div><br /></div><div>The line went dead. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Disclaimer : Had a concept, so taking a dig at Farmiville. No offence to any organisations, my present, future or past. Just could not resist when this crappy situation came into my head.</div>craving to love lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09129183831990257676noreply@blogger.com1