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Monday, February 07, 2005
ďWhat We Have, Here, Is Failure To CommunicateĒ

the near past- 2 weeks ago

Whopppppppppeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!! Finallllllllllllllllllllllllyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!! These were the exact words that raced through drifterís mind when she saw the technician install last of the programmes on her new and updated computer. ďMy room smells glorious with the new computer smellĒ reveled drifter. That night she went to bed with happy thoughts and dreamt of turning into the computer super-whiz kid now that all her problems were vanquished. Finally, The Comp would finally start behaving like one.

 flash back to 8 yrs ago
Líll drifty is sitting in the computer lab in school. Between the chortles and smart-ass comments, this little interesting snippet reaches líll driftyís ear ďComputers have no brains of their own, they have no logic like living beingsĒ. Distracted by the statement, líll drifty ponders over the ďprofoundnessĒ of it for few nanoseconds and then goes back to the more pleasurable pursuits. As líll drifty grows to learn more about the strange contraption installed recently at home, she discovers that it was all a big lie. BIG BIG lie. UhUh, even at that tender age, she was too smart to fall for that silly statement. And as líll drifty grows up, she finds absolutely no reason to change her mind, not when for 8 years she has to put up with a temperamental piece, which worked at its own will, needed so much pampering, had its on and off days like a human.

 Back to the near past-2 weeks ago

 ďBut, all that is behind her now, isnít it?Ē thought drifter. ďCome on, how much can a little silicon hurt one person?Ē One day, it took just one day, and all were forgiven.

ďAll the times when the hard-drive just gave up & all the music that got deleted in one shot, all the files, all the photographs and million other little things that used to get accumulated and deleted are over and done with. Letís start over with a clean hard-drive,Ē murmured drifty to TC-2 as they called it a truce.

   Fast forward to 2 weeks-the present-the reality
AAAAAaaarrrrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Startled, drifter almost gets up from her chair to locate the source when she realized that it was she. What had happened? THE USUAL. ďLets put our hands together for new and ďimprovedĒ TC-2Ē thought drifter as she swore at TC-2. It had to be restarted AGAIN for the 5th time in the past Ĺ an hour. Oh itís improved all right. In its tantrums. This one has some really classy ones in its kitty too. It hangs faster and more frequently. It has to be restarted more often. Its moods while online have graduated to Technicolor. Have you ever got search results for various types of viagra, phenanthrine, poker, online gambling, air purifier, etc. etc. all within record 3 minutes. The best part drifter NEVER searched for it!!!!!!!!! Oh, this one does all that and more with a panache that puts other PCs to shame. It took drifter 1 & 1/2 hrs (yup, you read it right) to install YM.

So, now the new comp smell has gone, the new covers have been peeled off. The opponents have acknowledged each other and are ready to take each other head on.

 ďLet the mind games begin!!!Ē thought drifter as she curls her lips in a wicked smile and prepares for yet another duel with the indomitable TC-2.


ďWelcome to the family TC-2. I hope you are as frustrating and untamable as your ancestor!!!Ē

P.S. To type this post in Word itself, I had to restart TC twice. (Just how hard is it to open a MS Word application???


Posted at 2/7/2005 7:46:17 pm by The Drifter
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Saturday, January 29, 2005
Frankly, my dear, i don't give a damn!

Ok, time for a new post! Lately, Iíve realized that been posting very depressing posts. Instead of Life Is Beautiful, this blog has become ďDrifter WhinesĒ. Thanks to all you guys who actually read it and even kept coming back for more. I know how much I hate it when I see people just using their blogs to crib about their life. Nay, worries people, I am back in action, I have just decided to suck it up and get over with the dark clouds. Oh, they are still up there somewhere but Iíve decided to ignore them for a while. If you donít look up, youíll probably never notice them rite? Even if I am wrong I donít care. This might just be the year that turns my fortune around. Thereís hope still. Finally the silver linings are visible, faint but visible. A nice saying that comes to mind: ďIf you encounter a mountain in your path, walk around it, if you canít walk around it, you just have to climb itĒ Thatís exactly what I am gonna do now. So, expect the frequency of posts to go down further. Come mid-Feb., Iíll probably take a monthís break (exam-time). Right now, I am just enjoying Australian Open. I just love this game. So energetic. It looks so simple, you know, a ball and a racket to wham it with. When I first got interested in this game (first game for which I understood the rules, which was even before cricket) I tried my hand at it with disastrous results as usual. The court looks so much bigger when you have a racket in your hand. My friend, the then state-level player, lent her Wilson racket to me. I remember looking down at it and wondering how on earth am I going to swing that heavy thing. When the ball comes at you at 120kmph, then you realize that touching the ball and making the ball stop is itself a mammoth task, leave alone changing its direction and returning it with even half the speed and with precision. And then it strikes you as you manage to hit the ball somehow that that horrid animal sound came from your own throat. Anyway, I have long resigned myself to the fact that I have absolutely no limb-ball coordination, so I just contend myself with watching others play.  Thursdayís Marat Safin vs Federer was one heck of a match. Safin won 5-7 6-4 5-7 7-6 (8-6) 9-7




Posted at 1/29/2005 10:03:08 pm by The Drifter
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Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Happy New Year???

Hmmmmm, so todayís wot? Oh yeah, 11th of jan. I still think that I am in the 2004 since I never keep track of wot day or date is day today. Why clutter up brain with meaningless details??? Spent last Ĺ hour changing dates in my journal. Intelligent me! Yes, dates are meaningless for a person like me. You heard that song which goes
ď i'm sitting here in the boring room
It's just another rainy sunday afternoon
I'm wasting my time
I got nothing to do
I'm hanging around
I'm waiting for you
But nothing ever happens and i wonder

I'm driving around in my car
I'm driving too fast
I'm driving too far
I'd like to change my point of view
I feel so lonely
I'm waiting for you
But nothing ever happens and i wonderĒ?
Well, that songwriter wrote that song in advance before I was born especially for me. Every year at the end, mid-December, I get into this weird introspective mood. You know, all about where I am going? Where is my life heading? Is it heading anywhere at all? What do I have to show myself today? ÖÖÖAnd I sadly always get the same answer 0, zippo, nothing. (No, I didnít sit with a thesaurus on New Yearís Eve, I had a date with Peirce Brosnan,: P yummmmm!). And every 1st of Jan, I vow to myself to turn around my life completely. There is still hope. And by this time, I am back to square one. I am bored. I am lazy. & I am busy. I guess I am so lazy that I am just waiting for somebody who get me off my lazy butt and kick me to get me to do something! Where are you????????? And since I am so optimistic about everything in life, a cynic with rose-tinted glasses, I just hope each year that I donít have to do the butt kicking on my own. Yup, I always have a positive outlook! The humongous amount collected for Tsunami victims WILL somehow get to those who really needed and not be eaten up by some bureaucrats. Life IS beautiful. There are always ups AND downs in life. But what do I do when it does nothing but just lies flat? Lifeless? You poke it just so that you know that it is alive, and it just doesnít even twitch! Every year the things I want to do in my lifetime just keep piling up, the list keeps getting longer. Nothing I seem to do seems to help me in achieving those things that I really want to do. & its not as if they are some extravagant wild things, they are pretty realistic. Life is so beautiful but right now it is also a lemon. I try to convince myself that there isnít much more to life. You know, this is basically it. But, when you feel like when you are the only one standing in middle of Dadar station trying to figure out what to do when people are rushing past from every direction, a fixed direction where they are headed, and you are just getting jostled from every direction, bruising a rib or two, & then you realize that something is wrong with you. What exactly? I have no clue. If I had I wouldnít be typing this post. So, what will I do? I probably ponder over it for a little while, get some college work finished or started. Hmmmmmmmmm, this was quite a change of mood since my last post that seems straight out of ďSilent NightĒ So, am I depressed? No way hozay! I am just BORED.

Posted at 1/11/2005 8:44:01 pm by The Drifter
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Saturday, December 25, 2004
Merry Christmas(aha here it is)

This is the actual post i was going to put up!*sigh*, miracles or should i say goof ups do happen!much better than the quicky i posted , innit??
Christmas is around the corner, Christmas is around the corner!!!!! So, I am not a catholic, but I just love this festival. I remember when I was young, I used to eat my parents head till they actually got a bush for me to decorate and I used to pretend that it was my Christmas tree. Once, I even insisted on putting up my stockings. Now, I just have to see one those silly Christmas-Santa movies, its just not Christmas without them. The lights play a major part. I tell you, there just have to be more excuses to put up lights. The atmosphere, I donít know, maybe itís because the end of the year, everybodyís happy & merry. The college work is light, lots of free time, to ruminate & think about life. Thereís a nip in the air, I am in tropics so, I canít expect more but this is nice too. I hate winters usually, bundled up in all the woolens and virtually impossible to get out of the cozy bed in the morning, but I kinda miss it. I miss the changing of the seasons. Here there is only one season. Constancy is boring. I feel that each season has significance and a meaning. It personifies life itself. Winters signal the end, bowing out of the old and preparation for the new. The trees shed their leaves to make way for the new in spring. Even humans, I have noticed that there are more deaths and significantly much more number of births in this period of time. In my class there are atleast 10 people born in November end and December throughout out of a total of 40 including me,:D.
I just went to Khandala for the weekend with my friends. It was supposed to be a seminar, but we took out lot of time to do other things too. Yeah, youíll have time when you sleep for only 4 hrs in 56 hrs. We had a blast, everybody staying in same villa, no teachers to play party pooper. We sang till all of us were hoarse, quite a few actually lost their voices. I remember one night; we sat up till 2 in the morning in the balcony in the cold singing (me was listening more) Christmas carols, and other favourites. In the mornings, I dragged everybody out to watch the sunrise, I got to know how crazy the guys are, who the hell wakes up at 4 am to take a bath in COLD water and wakes everybody up. How the hell are you supposed to sleep when somebody is shouting at the top of the voices Ē P bahar aa, abbe so gaya kya? ď at 4.30 in the morning? Anyway, the cold wind on the face, foggy morning, mountains all around, waiting, watching as the mist finally cleared up was so rejuvenating. I can get up early every morning to see that and I did all the days I was there. The unadulterated air has that something which charges you and no matter you havenít slept for 2 days and your muscles are ready to go bust, still you keep going on exploring the mountains & the ruins. We even sneaked out & went up to the cliffs at night. The clear skies above where not even an inch was without stars amazes me each time I see it. You could actually navigate your way around in the starlight if the moon hadnít been up!!! It had been a long long time since I actually experienced the clear skies, and it put me in such a mellow mood. I am lucky I didnít get a crick in my neck from all the stargazing I did! I did sleep for 14 straight hours after coming home and still felt hung over the day after!!!!
and for the desserts, one of my half-baked home spun theories: live like a cat, own a dog for a pet !!!!!!!&...........drool, drool...... s

Posted at 12/25/2004 12:23:04 pm by The Drifter
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Sunday, December 05, 2004
Let The War Begin

one of the things that made me laugh this week!life is too short for depression!!!!

Posted at 12/5/2004 7:33:56 pm by The Drifter
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Monday, November 29, 2004
Monday Blues

I am officially depressed!!!!! If you are a regular on this blog you probably might be aware that this is such a rare phenomenon. Generally, I am the kind of a person who doesnít like getting down, and I can see a silver lining to a cloud however dark the cloud might be. I think this particular cloud is getting too dark for me. Its not as if I have lost hope totally, its just that this time whenever I do find a silver lining, it promptly disappears behind another darker cloud and its getting very demotivating. There is a teensy weensy glimmer of hope out of this mess Iíve landed myself into, but my heart really is not into taking that way. Obviously I canít be that choosy or finicky at a time like this, but I desperately hope and pray there is another way out. 6 years is a long long time for anyone to want anything and prepare for it to happen. But, fate with its one masterful stroke can mess up your one dream you just canít bear to see getting shattered. The best part is that you donít realize that you have been screwed up until much later, when you canít possibly fight it. I guess today I am just too depressed and exhausted to fight today and am just simply putting it down, getting some of the frustration out. Sometimes, it helps in clearing the mind and helping to decide the next step.& Iíve no idea whether this will help by the end of the post. I also know that I am a fighter, and I wonít give up until and unless Iíve analyzed this in each and every possible way and looked through each and every loophole. Just like that song ĒAinít no mountain high enough, ainít no river wild enoughÖÖ.Ē. I know that this song was sung in a different context but,i dearly hope that it comes true for me in my context.
Sorry guys for posting such a morose post, but I really couldnít possibly get anything half decent out. I just had to unload this first.

Posted at 11/29/2004 8:59:54 pm by The Drifter
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Friday, November 19, 2004
Some Idle Ruminations

Hmmmmmmmmm. I am tapping my fingers, racking my head what to write, I canít find of a single thing! No, I donít want to write about what happened today or yesterday or day before or even a week before, since I get real bored real fast when people start writing about just what they ate, whom they met, whom they called, etc. etc. Itís really bugging, is a blog now reduced to an online journal now???? I agree that there isnít any specific layout or list of topics handed out to each and new blogger and a blog is what you can want to make of it. But still my protective instincts are too strong to give such an open window to my life to any tom, dick & harry who happens to pass by my blog to gape into!(there arenít too many though! :D). Plus I am sure nobody wants to read how uselessly I am whiling away my time, or my read me whine about what all is wrong with my life! Sure there are some hilarious moments which are worth putting up on a blog, but apart from that I would rather depend on my life support system than do something like that. Speaking of LSS, I donít even get the funda of ďfwdsĒ. Sure they are funny, provide some good rescue when in need, sometimes informative, but donít expect me to forward them ahead. Coz takes up my time (not that I am doing anything particularly important with it, but I like to pretend that I might just have something important to do one fine day!)!!!!! I have around 80 unread distinct and unique forwards in my yahoo account that I probably will never read, but rummage through it when I am in need of LSS. In fact Shit List 1 & 2 came from that very Pandoraís box.
3 weeks of idle ruminations came to end. Again I was put in a position to ask myself why is my life so boring?(are you that naÔve that u canít make out from the blog????)Why didnít I do something more constructive? Not that I didnít try. I did, really did. & I did manage to get some fruitful stuff. But, boredom seeps in every empty nook and cranny of the patchwork that is life. Then it suddenly dawned on me, that life IS like that. Everybody IS bound by schedules, work and responsibilities, however small or old, wherever he/she is, whatever time it is, wherever they are & whatever they are doing. It all depends on oneís perspective. Life IS like a pale watermark with few colorful splashes. You can either see it as dull or see it as something that brings out the colors of the splashes. After all, you have to have the good with bad right? How can you appreciate the good when you donít know what bad is like?
Are you wondering why on earth after almost saying goodbye did I write such a long post???? Well, I realized that a bad habit is hard to break. & I do have some thoughts still rattling in my brain that want to be typed. Iíll soon have to figure out a way to put them to rest. Until then you guys will have to content with this. Meanwhile I am going to have a look at my colorful splashes again.

Posted at 11/19/2004 5:47:17 pm by The Drifter
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Thursday, November 11, 2004
The Festival Of Lights (how original!!!!!)

Diwaliís round the corner!!!!!!!!! I just love this festival. I just love the lights. Everybody is happy for once. You normally see people scowling away, in markets, buses, trains, roads, muttering, but during this time, everybody is ready to live and let live. Scuffles are generally diffused more quickly. At night the view is just heavenly, the fairy lights from all around winking at you. The market place is a just a crazy place to be with all the chaos and diwali shopping. But, it has a charm of its own. Unfortunately, in Mumbai, diwali is not such a lavish affair (well, I donít know about entire mumbai, but I can definitely vouch for south mumbai!), u donít normally see the market places all decked up with lights at night. In north, itís a different story. You just canít recognize the place during diwali, so many stalls are put up and the shopkeepers go nuts with the lights. All the possible buildings are covered with lights from top to bottom. And I miss the sweets. Ya, ya, you do get sweets here, but I am very particular about Indian sweets. I want the sugar content to be just perfect, not too much & not too less and the kind of sweets I prefer are typical north Indian which obviously arenít available here.
Then there are the little kids going around *bang bang * with their toy pistols. Most of the times itís irritating, but diwali wonít be diwali without these little rugrats! Besides I did do my share of * bang, bang* when I was little. Itís been years since I last burnt firecrackers. I still donít endorse them. Sure they look pretty at night, but the ruckus they cause just ainít worth it. Besides, itís the festival of lights not noise & air pollution or ďletís encourage working little kids to deathĒ. I remember the time when anti-crackers campaign hadnít hit big-time & the visibility in the evening would reduce to just 10-15m. Thatís worse than the foggy winter mornings! You had to put a handkerchief around the nose to go out. Instead what I think should be done is that there should be a collective fireworks display, it would cause less pollution & the show would be much more spectacular. A nominal amount can be charged for the funds. If the funds are sufficient, we can even switch to the pyrotechnics where they donít actually use fireworks. I saw something of the kind long time back. I canít seem to remember the exact name given to the thing. Anyway, if this is not feasible & you HAVE to spend the money, itís just more advisable to light up a matchstick & burn it. It will cause much less pollution. &You will be literally burning money! & How about donating to some good charity organization? I am sure they can use it. However, there are a lot of money grabbers out there who are just sitting there to take advantage of the good will during the festive season. Anyway, my advice is to actually go to the old age homes, or homes for the destitute or something along those lines and spend some time there. Doesnít matter if itís only an hour. Your one-hour will certainly mean something to them. You would be amazed at how little they actually want.

Hereís wishing you all a very Happy Diwali.*sigh*, I sound like a hallmark greeting card!!!!!! Maybe I should add ď& a Happy New YearĒ too. I am not only bored but I have a writerís block too!

Posted at 11/11/2004 11:10:37 pm by The Drifter
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Tuesday, October 26, 2004
The End Of The Road????????????

I am in two minds.......... I am thinking of pulling the plug! i mean till how long can I hold it down with the life support system. I am way beyond the point where this was fun. Right now the mood oscillates between irritation & a burden! so, what does one do???? cut it from the root! No, m not in a bad mood, in fact quite opposite! (chk that mood-o-meter).
Neway, moving on to what might be one of the last posts, I saw recently Bride & Prejudice. Yup, believe  the papers. It actually suxs.  Can't believe the same Laydah made Bend It....... Saw it just after the exams, so was in a crazy mood, laughed , guffawed till my tummy was hurting, commented thruout the film as if we were sitting in our homes! Poor guys in front of me couldn't get a decent nap bcoz of us! I won't go into the story, coz by this time m sure everybody knows it! Only Mr. Kohli and the cobra dance were the saving grace of the movie from story point of view. Then of course there was Martin Henderson as major source of Vitamin E.

P.S., I'll make sure to invite all of u for the funeral, whenever it happens.

Posted at 10/26/2004 3:00:05 pm by The Drifter
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Saturday, October 16, 2004
Another Tragic Post

I hence forth officially declare my blog to be on life-support system! I know last few posts r deteriorating in quality, not as if this one is going to be anybetter! But, right now, either i am too bored or too tired to write something original! so here's yet another sling of pathetic jokes, if u want to puke, feel free to do so! but not on my site please!

this time i didn't even borrow these from a forward or anything, didn't take the effort of even googling it out, it was given to me on a platter by the great googler and i just whipped out my virtual scissors and pasted it:

The Funniest Matrimonial Ads

Wife wanted, must be able to dig, clean, cook worms and clean fish. Must have own boat with motor. Please send photograph of motorboat.

Once in a lifetime offer, to get yourself the original, genuine article. One of the most handsome and smartest bachelor's around is now looking for a wife. And you could be the lucky one he chooses! Has own house, car and successful career!

I am in demand of a wife. Supply is great though my requirements are high. However the Elasticity of my demands should not bear too heavy a burden upon the national interest.

Wife required to complete the formula of my life. Must be numerate and understand complex algebraic logarithms. Needed to help further my family unit.

Well there is definite room for improvement in my life. The speed of my current flows of information and processes is slowing down and the injection of a wife into my life is bound to improve efficiency. Compatibility could be an issue.

Wife wanted for company.

Wanted a wife from good stock. Required for breading.

Wife required to complete my life. Please only level headed applicants. She must not have her heads in the clouds, but have her feet firmly on the ground. Her heart must be in it for the long haul. And she absolutely must also be aerodynamically sound!!!

Wanted wife who takes interest in me and credits me with her service.

Required a girl - 5'8' & 36' 24' 36' with a good head for figures. She must be averse to making unnecessary expenditure and her very nature should be one of generating as few expenses in my life as possible. She should profit from a nice personality and be a credit to her family.

Wanted a wife to help build upon the foundations of my life. Must be homely and willing to build relationship from the ground up.

My mission in life is to find myself the perfect wife. Successful applicants must be able to use a penknife and a compass. She who dares wins. Camouflage provided.

A model wife required to fit in with my fast track life. Must be able to keep pace!

Posted at 10/16/2004 1:01:53 pm by The Drifter
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