Closest to ever being a hero

The translator is not a decision making man, he is a LANGUAGE EXPERT. If the original is illegible, he READS it. If the grammar is wrong, he FIXES it. If it simply makes no sense, he UNDERSTANDS it. If he’s lucky, he’ll learn a few things, translate a Security Council document in less than a week, FOR THAT IS THE CLOSEST HE’LL EVER GET TO BEING A HERO.

... not a hero yet... but got close last night :-)

These are actually laws!

These are actually laws!

• It is illegal to die in the Houses of Parliament
• It is an act of treason to place a postage stamp bearing the British king or queen's image upside-down
• It is illegal for a woman to be topless in Liverpool except as a clerk in a tropical fish store
• Eating mince pies on Christmas Day is banned
• If someone knocks on your door in Scotland and requires the use of your toilet, you are required to let them enter
• In the UK a pregnant woman can legally relieve herself anywhere she wants, including in a policeman's helmet
• The head of any dead whale found on the British coast automatically becomes the property of the King, and the tail of the Queen
• It is illegal not to tell the tax man anything you do not want him to know, but legal not to tell him information you do not mind him knowing
• It is illegal to enter the Houses of Parliament wearing a suit of armour
• It is legal to murder a Scotsman within the ancient city walls of York, but only if he is carrying a bow and arrow
• In Ohio, it is illegal to get a fish drunk
• In Indonesia, the penalty for masturbation is decapitation
• A male doctor in Bahrain can only examine the genitals of a woman in the reflection of a mirror
• In Switzerland, a man may not relieve himself standing up after 10pm
• It is illegal to be blindfolded while driving a vehicle in Alabama
• In Florida, unmarried women who parachute on a Sunday could be jailed
• Women in Vermont must obtain written permission from their husbands to wear false teeth
• In Milan, it is a legal requirement to smile at all times, except during funerals or hospital visits
• In France, it is illegal to name a pig Napoleon

When I’m riding, the road ahead doesn’t matter... What I’ve left behind matters even less

When I’m riding, the road ahead doesn’t matter,
What I’ve left behind matters even less

I have absolutely no idea who said this or when, but these words are a biker's dream... I for one have believed these ever since I can remember... the moment I sit on my bike, start her up and put her into gear... the world around me ceases to exist... all the conflicts, all the feuds, all this rat-race exist no more... all that exist is my trusted steed, the road ahead and myself...

As I watch as the tachometer ticks by... kilometer after kilometer... tick-tick-tick... watch as the wheels turn... hear each and every contact in the distributor as the engine rotates at over 3000rpm... powering me where my destination is... alas I have no destination to go to... for the destination is the end of the journey... my desire is not to travel for a goal... my desire let the travel be my goal...

It doesn't matter what the road ahead will bring me... it matters not what marks I have left on the road behind me... for me the ultimate mark would be the road itself... as it would whisper quietly to someone who would dare to follow me... Vibhu had traveled these road... and there won't be any milestones to prove it... the road itself would be the milestone!

Meri Bhais Ko Danda Kyu Mara?

For those of you who want to get to the point click here.

After a long time I was feeling creative again, well in my dictionary, it means I was feeling super wacked out... felt like writing a book that I left off a long time ago, got up this morning, didn't feel like getting up at all... don't know if it was friday blues, could have been...

Meri Bhais Ko Danda Kyu Mara?

And if you guys are thinking I am too stoned over some mega weed... I'm not guys... I'm in perfect shape... and please be patient, this is going somewhere and it will reach its destination pretty soon...

Got back to designing a site that I should have finished a long time ago... and oh yeah I was feeling creative otherwise this thought would have never crossed my mind... then what... what was to stop me from doing it... opened photoshop... thought of a design (yeah!).... no really I did "inspire" myself with a design... and as usual, entered the coordinates of the canvas, painted the Layer 0 white, drew the guides, filled my first gradient...

Went to the image website to grab a nice image for the banner... saw a pic of this extremely cool mucchad or as Thomas would say "That is a really funky picutre", guy seems to be a haryanavi jatt... with this super cool white mustache, and a lattha with him...

I couldn't it as my mind drifted and wham bam hit a giant huge red semi with these words - "Meri Bhais Ko Danda Kyu Mara?"

Lets get to the serious stuff now... The things goes like this -

Meri Bhais Ko Danda Kyu Mara?
Teri Khet Me Chara Charti Thi...
Teri Baap Ka Kya Woh Leti Thi?
Meri Bhais Ko Danda Kyu Mara?

This was an old hindi song, and now that I am super doped on this super weed called creativity, this is the best time for analyzing this statement... What is Bhais - a simple four legged bovine, so gentle... gives us milk... and if you have ever traveled the highways of Bihar, Bhais ke doodh ka chai... simply wonderful...

Why would someone hurt this gentle create of god? Just because she was eating the grass in some overgrown field? Man is mean... I remember the days of old when I would just sit in my village home and watch the kid from across the street take his buffaloes to graze in the morning... singing his song, a dialect I couldnot even understand... its so simple there... and then you look in the cities, these big concrete jungles, atleast I wish this was like a jungle, where no one is bothered by what you are doing... let the bhais eat the grass... why does it bother you, it hasn't done anything to you... but in this jungle... you have to hit it with a danda... why?

Let the bahis be what it is... you be what you are... stop interfering... and start thinking...

Think...

Oh and by the way - "Meri Bhais Ko Danda Kyu Mara?" translates into "Why did you hit my buffalo with a stick?"

How to Properly Place New Employees

A friend emailed this to me today... quite funny...

1. Put 400 bricks in a closed room.

2. Put your new hires in the room and close the door.

3. Leave them alone and come back after 6 hours.

4. Then analyze the situation;

a. If they are counting the bricks, put them in the Accounting Department.

b. If they are recounting them, put them in Auditing.

c. If they have messed up the whole place with the bricks, put them in Engineering.

d. If they are arranging the bricks in some strange order, put them in Planning.

e. If they are throwing the bricks at each other, put them in Operations.

f. If they are sleeping, put them in Security.

g. If they have broken the bricks into pieces, put them in Information Technology.

h. If they are sitting idle, put them in Human Resources.

i. If they say they have tried different combinations, they are looking for more, yet not a brick has been moved, put them in Sales.

j. If they have already left for the day, put them in Marketing.

k. If they are staring out of the window, put them in Strategic Planning.

l. If they are talking to each other, and not a single brick has been moved, congratulate them and put them in Top Management

m. Finally, if they have surrounded themselves with bricks in such a way that they can neither be seen nor heard from, put them in the Legislature.

----Anonymous

its passion...

These words appear as "Honi soit qui mal y pense" as the motto of the Grenadier Guards, the most senior infantry regiment in the British Army. Quite heavy words when you think of it, and quite professional too...

I asked myself a question last night when I was unable to sleep. Who is truly a "professional"? The entire night I spent just pondering on this term, morning came and I was still answer-less, slowly it was time to go off to work... and as I got ready, slowly archiving and deleting all the memories and worries of the previous day and personal life lest it affect me and my actions today, the meaning got clearer and my mind went into overdrive...

The almost 2 years that I spent in SM, my day started and ended with work... if I was happy, it was because I did something good... if I was sad, it meant I screwed up something... those two years knew nothing more... home was just a bed to sleep on... time for my friends... time for my family... time for me... time for life... there wasn't any time at all!!!

I did everything I was asked to do... I did everything I had to do... I did things I was supposed to... I did what I was not supposed to do... I did things just because people I thought I couldn't do... I did stuff to tick people off... I did things because it gave me a high... loved every moment of doing it all...

Work slowly became a passion, I got married to my job... became one with it... I would even dream of work...

And then one day it ended... I had to move on... what is left are just memories... a day's, maybe 2's work done in mere hours because I had to keep a promise... 3 weeks spent on a project which still carries my name... something that was snatched away and later came back to me... the guy who pat on the back... the gleaming eyes of that girl... the smile on the face of my team... that one comment - "Vibhu dai is a positive psycho!"... and when I was leaving... "Mat jaa yaar..."

I miss those days...

Was this professionalism? No... I don't think so... I'm too much in love with my work... its passion...

How to Avoid Injury when Falling off a Horse (or a bike)

Humm... the way I figure it, a bike and a horse are quite similar... in the days of old you had knights in shining armor atop wonderful steeds, these days you have knights on shiny bikes... not much armor... or that lance or the coat of arms... but still... hey what the heck... found this interesting article on the internet... may come in handy... enjoy it...

Falling off a horse can range from embarrassing to fatal. If you ride horses, it is almost guaranteed that you will fall off sooner or later. To avoid injuries, especially to the head, you must learn to take precautions and fall in a certain way that will minimize the risk of injury.
(http://www.wikihow.com/Avoid-Injury-when-Falling-off-a-Horse)

Steps
1. Ride with a buddy, so that he or she can get help if you fall.
2. Choose safe riding clothes such as boots with flat soles, an approved helmet, long pants such as jeans or jodphurs, boots for you that have a heel, and a sleeved shirt (the longer the sleeves, the better to help prevent gravel rash), a heavy leather jacket is also quite handy... makes you look cool too!
3. Wear fluorescent or brightly coloured clothing. Not only will drivers be able to see you, but it will be easier to see where you have fallen, even if your buddy is some distance away. Your horse should wear something fluorescent independently, in case he gets loose.
4. Use correctly fitted safety stirrups. These come in a range of designs, but are all meant to prevent your foot becoming trapped in case of a fall. If the stirrup bar (the part of the saddle that the stirrup leather attaches to) is the old hinged type, keep it in the open position.
5. Relax. Allow yourself to fall and don't resist. In the time between when you leave the saddle and when you hit the ground, tensing up your muscles will severely limit your body's natural ability to absorb impact.
6. Let go of the reins. This is often hard to do as it's natural to want to protect your horse from escaping into danger, but by hanging on you are risking being dragged. Trust your buddy to catch your horse.
7. Remember that as you fall to land on your rear end or, if the horse is tall and you are short, to land on your feet. If you do this, use the same type of force you would use if you were dismounting. If you land on your feet, bend your knees as you land.
8. Duck and roll away from the horse as soon as you hit the ground. Rolling will lessen the impact and get you away from their hooves, and ducking should protect your head. Treat it like a somersault.
9. Learn that once you stop rolling to gently move your arms, legs, fingers, toes, head, wrists, and ankles, one at a time. If you feel even the slightest bit of pain, lay still until help comes and it would be dangerous to move. But if you feel up to it, stand up slowly without jerking your body. Your friend should have caught your horse and should be holding it for you.
10. Check your horse over and walk him for a bit. This will give you a chance to find out if you have any injuries and also to have a stretch, plus comeon bro... its your horse... its got feeling too man...
11. Try to figure out what happened. Were you loping on the wrong lead and got unbalanced? If so, you should work with your horse on picking up the correct lead so that doesn't happen again.
12. Climb back on if you are happy to do so. This is a very important step, because the later you get back on, the harder it will be.

Tips
· If you are trying to land on your feet, remember that if you slip, it is better to fall backwards than forwards. If you fall back, you should be able to catch yourself, but if you fall forward, you will probably land underneath a horse and could have a harder time getting up.
· Carry a mobile phone, charged up, but switch off. Make sure you have the numbers of the yard you have ridden out from and your vet. Carry the phone on your person in a belly bag or ankle safe for instance. Calling for help is much more difficult if your phone is on the horse running away from you.
· Some people, especially children and teenagers, naturally roll when they fall, but when you get older and become less flexible, this can become harder or impossible. Doing exercises to improve your flexibility will improve your riding as well and reduce the risk of injury. Judo lessons are especially good for this.
· Laugh. Laughing helps some people relax and it can help quieten your nerves.
· Always wear a helmet.

Warnings
· If you feel like you're about to fall, grab the horse's mane or the saddle horn(if riding western), but not any other part of the horse. Do not spook or hurt the horse. That's all it will take for him to throw you off or bolt.
· If you lose consciousness, even for a few seconds, call an ambulance immediately, even if you feel fine after.
· If you have any back pain, don’t get back on the horse. Back injuries can take time to fully reveal themselves and riding will damage them further.
· Never wrap the reins around your hands.

My Team

One man alone can be pretty dumb sometimes, but for real bona fide stupidity, there ain't nothin' can beat teamwork.

And it is this collective stupidness that binds us all together, its not your normal everyday team... its more... much much more... these are the guys I can fall back upon... no matter what happens, I know these guys will pitch in for me, and I just hope I can do it for them... It is their spirit that gives me the strength to fight on, and the utter stupidness to look for solutions where none exist!

Thank you guys!




In the pic: Sanjay (blue jacket), Yubraj (black t-shirt), Pushpan (brown shirt), Yung (last row), Dijup (green/blue shirt), Paresh (white t-shirt), Bandhu (between Pushpan and Paresh) & Me!

Smoker's Headache (modified)

Dear readers, I have noticed that many people stumble upon this blog post on searching for "Smokers' headache", which I presume is a medical condition they are looking for. Please note that this blog is just a parody for someone who smokes and needs a cigarette and the process he has to go through to get it.

If you are looking for the medical condition, please refer to this post instead, http://himalayanbullet.blogspot.com/2011/08/smokers-headache-medical-condition.html

NOTE: I AM NOT A DOCTOR, PHYSICIAN OR SOMEONE WHO IS EVEN REMOTELY RELATED TO MEDICINE.

1. You sense a desire for a cigarette.
2. Locate money to purchase a new pack.
3. Locate your bike keys.
4. Walk to your bike.
7. Sit in your bike.
8. Start your bike.
9. Put your bike in gear.
10. Ride to the nearest store.
11. Put your bike in park.
12. Stop your bike.
13. Get off your bike.
14. Walk to the store.
15. Walk inside the store.
16. Stand in line.
17. Request your brand of cigarettes.
18. Remove your money from your wallet.
19. Place your money .
20. Wait for your change.
21. Take your cigarettes & change.
22. Walk to the exit of the store.
23. Walk to your bike.
24. Sit On your bike.
25. Start your bike.
26. Put your bike in gear.
27. Drive to your home or smoking area [ i have 1 so ]
28. Put your bike in park.
29. Stop your bike.
30. Walk to the door of your home or the smoking place.
31. Unlock the door.
32. Open the door.
33. Walk inside.
34. Open the pack of cigarettes.
35. Remove a cigarette from the pack.
36. Locate a lighter or match.
37. Light the lighter or match.
38. Light your cigarette.
39. Smoke this one.
40. Have another for all this hard work!

This one is from my good friend Kevin... http://ketaktmko.blogspot.com/

Waiting for you...

waiting for you...
a slip of hand... a twist of fate!
and i still wait for you...

i gave the stars and i gave the sun...
i gave it all and you wanted more...

i gave it all and i still wait for you...

i gave myself away... i gave myself away!
my hands are tired and my heart is bruised...
and now i have nothing left to lose...

you asked for more... i gave it all!
i gave myself away... still wait for you...

Jealous?

2nd June, 2007

"Attachment leads to jealousy. The shadow of greed that is." - Jedi Master Yoda

Now what is jealousy? Ask me, I have felt the wrath of it first hand... At the fear of getting seduced by the dark side, I must confess, I enjoyed it... it made me feel that I am the reason for someone's greed... now if I am the reason for anyone's greed, wow... can't express how it feels... it's just wow...

Won't say whose wrath I felt... but the cause was she was jealous... she surely was jealous... I can still feel the way she reacted... I meant it as a joke... but no she had to take me seriously... so big-deal... take me seriously...

Man but was she jealous!

WOW she was jealous!

Just a couple of pics...

Hadn't done this in a while

27th May 2007

Now let me think, when was the last time I did this?

I guess it was late December 2003, don't remember why... I just used to do it... and I used to love it... tried a number of combinations... one was Dr. Morpen's another was the standard Tata, and a few more...

Now before anyone starts getting any ideas, it isn't something very naughty or something very weird... All I can say is that was completely wacko...

It was the Accounts exam, spent the whole night finishing a project... then around 4:30 AM made myself the treat I always love... my mug of coffee! spent the next hour just sitting on the water tanki... enjoying the morning breeze... was the ideal way to spend some time figuring out the marbles in my head...

Something was different about this morning after a long night... the wind that was blowing... the birds which had started chirping... the sky turning rosy... clouds smiling with me... the wind... the birds... the sky... the clouds all of them knew me that day... they called me by my name... and after 3 and a half years... I knew I was home...

And I loved each and every moment of it!

She is my Excalibur

There drew he forth the brand Excalibur,
And o’er him, drawing it, the winter moon,
Brightening the skirts of a long cloud, ran forth
And sparkled keen with frost against the hilt:
For all the haft twinkled with diamond sparks,
Myriads of topaz-lights, and jacinth-work
Of subtlest jewellery.

She is my excalibur... my holy grail... she is my victory... she is my defeat...

When alone, she's my shadow...

When happy, she's the reason... when sad... she's my comfort...
In the scorching sun, she's the shade...
In the coldest winters, she's the warm fire...

When the world turns topsy turvy, she's the one who says... I am here... If only you could hear...

She is my trial... she's my reward...
She only she...

When I'm mean to her... she says not a word...
When I'm rude to her... she says not a word...
When I'm angry at her... she says not a word...
When I need her... she is right there...

When I need her... she is right there...
When I need her... she is right there...

When everything goes wrong... she takes me in her arms...
When everything seems my fault... she says look me into my eyes...
When I shout... she listens...
When I whisper... she listens...

When I need her... she is right there...

The day she is playful... none can match her passion...
The day she is loving... none can match her warmth...
The day she is angry... none can match her wrath...
The day she asks... I just wish I could... like the way she does for me...

When I need her... she is right there... and she says - I am here... If only you could hear...

When I'm mean to her... she says not a word...
When I'm rude to her... she says not a word...
When I'm angry at her... she says not a word...

And the day she gets angry... man... does she get angry...
Her tantrums... ohh her tantrums...
All she says that day... ok my lover... time to push me all the way home...

Who is she...
You know...
She is my Excalibur, She is my zindagi,
She is my sweetheart... my bullet!

Today I shall dance...

Should the waft of the night come and caress you... know that my yearning has sent you a note...
Should your chunni get wet when it (the rain) pours down... know that my tears glaze you from the skies...



Ajj laggi satt kalje
Dil sochya hunh ki kare
Kiven bhulle teri yaad nu
Kiven jeeve jan kitthe ja marre

Ek terioh hi aas si
Hunh o bhi tara banh gai

Sanu ashiquan di goth nu...
Khajjar bana ke chad gai

Bhaven khaiye na...
Kitthe jaiye na...
Par rona vi naa...

Asan ajj nachna...
Asan ajj nachna...
Asan ajj nachna...
Asan ajj nachna...

Je tainu raat nu bhulla Koi
Hava da aake chumh lave
Janni sehek ne meri sajan
Galle ne ajj sunehrhe

Je bhijj jave teri chunhri
Jaden sauhn-bhadon minh varhe
Janni aashiquan di hunkhe
Taine arshan ton chambrhe

Bhaven khaiye na...
Kitthe jaiye na...
Par rona vi naa...

Asan ajj nachna...
Asan ajj nachna...
Asan ajj nachna...
Asan ajj nachna...

Thanks Rabbi...

When you can't feel the ground under your feet...

When you do something right... you can feel it... when you do something wrong... you can feel it too... but what about the time when you yourself don't know what you have done is right or wrong...

Its something like this... you are walking on solid rocks, or you're walking on grass... or you're walking on ice... you feel the rocks, you feel the grass, you feel the slippery ice under your feet... and when you are falling... there is nothing but emptyness under your feet... you can feel that too...

Now consider this... you don't feel a thing... that is the feeling of not feeling anything under your feet...

This was a normal day nothing much happened today, got a couple of chocolates... got the taste in my tongue to prove it... yeah the song ajj nachiye was a little loud, still have the ringing in my ears to remember it... was quite sleepy in the class... got the scribbles to show for it...

Had the sadness in my eyes... I can still see it...

My sweetheart kicked me... got a cut on my leg to prove it... my sweetheart kissed me... got a smile on my face to show it...

Yet I can't feel the ground under my feet... but I will!

Don't set milestones...

Emerson had said, Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is none and leave your trail...

What I am doing right now will not be known to many... neither do I want this... just that pat on the back... or that gleam in the eyes... or simply that look which doesn't say a word is enough... enough for the sleepless - tired nights and days...

What I am doing wouldn't be known to even the person next to me... neither do I care... its enough that I know that I have done it... I have made my path... left my trail...

I don't believe in setting milestones, instead what I want to do is let the path that I have tread be my mark... Let it be my signature... There can't be a better appreciation of what I have done... just that pat on the back... just that gleam in the eyes is enough...

When you walk up on the stage, face your audience, say what you want to say... and once you are done, if there is that wow, you'll know that you have done your job... and done it well...

Aim for that wow...

When you walk a trail never walked... go down a road where none exists... let your footprints become the trail...

Don't set milestones, let the trail you blaze become your signature...

My Nepal (I)

"The greatest journey in life is the one that takes you home!"

I had taken a bunch of photographs in July 2005, stitched them together and the above is the result. Its the mountains to the south of Kathmandu...

This one is for you Delhi...

Delhi, where I spent 4 years of my life... gained "wisdom" made friends, made enemies, and made some acquaintances, some of whom I'll remember for a long time... some not even the next day....

Delhi, where I learnt to cook... Delhi, where I learnt how to jump off a bus at 50 and land on my feet... where I would smoke 555 in the first week, classic in the 2nd, navy cut in the 3rd and down to beedi in the last...

Delhi, where there was Galina's Tandoori, Barista's Latte, Keventer's Cold Coffee, Wenger's Pastry, PVR's movies, and where there was the old faithful 442... where there was mudrika + and -, and one day that red AC bus too...

Well Dehli, can't say I love you... can't say I hate you... this one is for you:

Jaagegi raat bhar aur...
Bhaagegi saath par kar...
Daalegi belagaam khayalon ko...

Puchge ye savaal aur...
Maangegi ye hisaab, na...
Sunege tere jawabon ko...

Yaha hei ek nadi...
Aur waha hei ek Lal Quila...
Par kahan hai es sheher ka falsafa...

Yahaan aasu aur geet...
Aur jawani thi maine tere naam ki...
Aavara thi raat...
Aur sarhkein thi sab mere baap ki...
Aur ma tha... tu thi... aur thi Dilli bas!

Kahin koi urh raha hai...
Kahin koi gir raha hai...
Kahin koi hai khara quagaar pe...

Kahin koi khele jua...
Kahin koi bane gulaam...
(aur) Kahin koi hai khara intezaar mein...

Jab gaya mei kal Quatab Minar...
Aur suna tha maine elaan...
Ki bani hei yaha en nayi party...

Aavara hai naam...
Bhatakana aapna vidhaan hai...
Fursath hai kaam...
Kuch dhundala sa aapna nishan hai...
Wahan mei tha, tu thi... Aur thi Dilli bas!

Dekhe yahan kayi mausam badalte hue...
Dekhe jazbey kayi patthar bante hue...
Kayi waqth se pehle...
Sab aaj tu kehle!!!

Aavara hai naam!
Bhatakna aapna vidhan hai....
Fursath hai kaam...
Kuch dhundala sa aapna nishan hai...
.... Aur mei hun... tu hai... aur hai Dilli bas!

- Rabbi Shergill
Song: Dilli
Movie: Dehli Heights

set yourself free...

don't be confined in a metal cage...
set yourself free...
feel the wind in your hair...
mirror the brilliance of the sun in your eyes...
it won't matter if you're accompanying the rising sun or riding off into the sunset...

be one...
be one with your thoughts...
be one with your ideas...
be one with your desires...
be one with yourself...

set yourself free...

Lavz... kabhi kabhi yeh dagah de jate hai...

Jis din dil khush ho... khushi se khushi... chaaron taraf sirf khushi ka eahsaas ho...

Yeh batana bahut mushkil hai, ke yeh eahsaas kaisa hai... kafi mushkil... do lavz, sirf do lavz woh bhi dagah de jate hai... be-wafh lavz bhi...

Aur fir woh mere aankhon me dekthi hai... na jaane kyu dil ki dharkan kehti hai... thoda sa aaraam kar lene do... in aankhon ke saaye me... saala dil bhi be-wafah ho gaya hai...

Ab sirf yeh waqth thoda sa be-wafi kar de... sirf kuch pal ke liye ruk jaye... koi aahat na ho... koi sanaata na ho... woh sirf mere aankho me dekthi rahe... kafi mushkil hai batana... arre hume to hosh kahan... hamara dil to dharakna bhul gaya... yeh in aankhon ka jaadoo hai...

Yeh kaisa jaadoo hai... do lavz bhi nahi chodh gaya... kya yeh in aankhon ka jadoo hai?

Kehna mushkil hai...

Kaise kahun... yeh Lavz... kabhi kabhi yeh bhi dagah de jate hai...

Haan... abhi yeh Lavz... yeh bhi dagah de jaate hai...

The prettiest girl!

When you are dancing with the prettiest girl in the party its not bad manners to step on her toes, its simply stupid... and when you are holding her close in your arms, and lift her up in the air just because she is the most special person in the world, you don't drop her... not because its not the right way of putting her down.... IT IS JUST DUMB!

When you bank 70° while making that turn at 90, or when you are taking her on the the bumpiest of roads... you are dancing the waltz... it is the most wonderful of feelings that any heart could feel... or the senses to behold...

I dance with the prettiest girl in town... I hold her tight in my arms, close to my heart... and when she is idle... each stroke of her 346cc engine is attuned with the beats of my heart... or rather my heart attuned with her every stroke...

what now?

what now? the same old clamor of the tv running in the background... nights have turned into days and days into nights... twilight has taken over... no sun rise... no sun set... just that flaming ball stuck somewhere over or under the horizon... does it matter? i am not allured by it... nor repulsed...

This one is for my sweetheart!

Just for her...

Dil dharakta mujme hai lekin hai to uska!
Mana feel mujhe hota hai lekin ehsaas to hai uska!
Mana sochta me hu lekin khayalo me to woh hai!
Mana yeh me hu... Lekin hu to uska...

Holi 2007 Pictures

Holi 2007

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17 Hour Shift! (contd...)

2nd March,

Now that I look back at the 17 hour shift at the office on the 28th Feb, it wasn't all that bad... had reached the office at 3AM... later found out that there was a bandh in the morning, had two options, one was walk... second sneak home through the alleys and lanes...

humph! decided to make another option myself... as it is by the time I was done it was already 12:30 so what the heck just another 3-4 hours and I could ride back... had lunch there itself... the chicken was delightfully well prepared... especially the gravy...

Had some pending work so started with that... listened to some music... Spirit and Dilli Heights, the flash I made was quite nice...

Cleared my mind... never realized that once you're making the owls and the bats jealous how weird it is working at day... there was a nice breeze so opened all the windows, which then got a little too strong so closed it back again...

Ate a banana after a long time, felt a little like a monkey! Soon it got to 4, went to the floor, spent the next hour and a half in the server room... was interesting... and cold...

Then the sun also decided to call it a day, went down to Ram Dai's for one for the road... and decided that it was time for me too to call it a day, for my next one would be starting in about 7 hours, finally left around 7PM, and reached home quite quickly, the traffic was unusually light... ought to be because it was a bandh...

Reached home...

Interesting day...

17 Hour Shift!

28th February 2007

Just too beat right now to write... will continue...

After 6 Years

26th February 2007

Kathmandu University, Dhulikhel

After a span of 6 Years, went on the basket ball court again, after the most tired I had been in a long, very long time, some how got the energy to play a match again, the score line wasn't that good... But atleast I did better than how I thought I would do... got a few good blocks and didn't lose the ball...

We lost at the end... but it was fun.

1 day enough for 2 years!

24th Feb 2007...

3 Years since graduation and any physical activity [on the fields ;-) ] and then I have the bright idea of playing once again, this time for KUSOM...

11:30 Raj Dal Battalion,
Ok... try-out for the basket ball team... yeah, the last I played was the Alumni Team v/s School team, back in 2001... 6 years cool... Well atleast I can say I didn't end up not scoring... one 3pointer from the mid court line will impress a few dames even today... not bad... :)

Played almost for 5 - 5 1/2 hours... and at the end also played a game of cricket... bowled first... haven't done that for 3 years now... first over was quite good... only 1 run.. next two... rather not say... what was it now - 3-0-26-0 ??? Then batted... again atleast I can say didn't get out for a duck... got 5 runs... off the mark with an edge... hit a four... good enough...

Then... then what! went to sleep at 5 PM and woke up at 5:30 AM hadn't slept like that in a long time... well one day of sports was productive... got a good sleep... now my body hurts like anything...

Next? Lets see...

Rationalize Love?

Can you rationalize love? Can you explain why you love someone?

You can't rationalize the feeling...
she's not as shiny or as sleek...
she doesn't have the best fuel economy...
or is most comfortable on these old narrow and pot-holed filled streets...
one would ever ride a bike like this using one's head...

I ride this bike with my heart. I ride her because I just love it... I just love her... You can't rationalize love... You simply can't explain it... You just feel this feeling of being in love... feel it all around you... over you, under you, beside you... everywhere you go... you just feel it... you bask in its warmth... feel it like a shadow in the mid-day scorching sun... You can't explain this feeling... You can't explain love...

You just love... that is what I do... I just love her!

We band of brothers...

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

Just a few lines from "Henry V", but when you think about it, there is more... much much more... there is something about these words that the Young English King Henry told upon his men before the Battle of Agincourt, when victory looks uncertain... when all odds are against you... when the world has turned its back to you... or at-least your world has turned its back to you... Do you cower? Do you think otherwise?

With just your fellows beside you... or even if there aren't any... Rise and face all opposition with all your might... Let the world which shied away know that it was weak and you were not wrong...

Now what does this have to do with me? Not a lot... I just have these words stuck to my workplaces... just to remind me... what I am doing might not be remembered... might not even be known... but who cares... I am doing what I am supposed to...

This 14th Day of the Second Month!

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
- Robert Frost

When it rains it pours... when it snows... what can I say?

When it rains it pours... today was just that case... rained like anything... poured I should say... also it snowed... when it snows... what can I say...

62 years... Its been 62 years that it snowed in Kathmandu, and it snowed today... on V-Day... don't know what the weather gods had in store... but I am sure Cupid played a role... just the day to snuggle with your one around a cozy fire and inside the blanket... just wonderful... what can I say...

I was in class (MBA - Econometrics), sitting in the last row (as always)... when I just looked back and saw some abnormally large rain drops... must have been hail... wasn't the case... what can I say...

car got stuck in the slush... had a hard time controlling her on the roads... defogger gave up... was fun getting wet... the steaming hot plates of momo and those glasses of Smirnoff... what can I say...

Well, what can I say, I'll just quote Vaughn Monroe...

Oh the weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful
And since we've no place to go
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

It doesn't show signs of stopping
And I've bought some corn for popping
The lights are turned way down low
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

When we finally kiss goodnight
How I'll hate going out in the storm!
But if you'll really hold me tight
All the way home I'll be warm

The fire is slowly dying
And, my dear, we're still good-bying
But as long as you love me so
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

Well, weather gods... Cupid... let it snow! let it snow! let it snow!

Woh dosti ke pal (Those moments of friendship...)

Woh dosti ke pal...
yaaden... ek din woh bhi yaadon me kho jayengi... bas baki rahenge to woh pal... dosti ke pal... sunye madam, hum waiso me nahi jo bhula de... woh zulm hoga... to kya hum zulmi hain... lekin aapke dost aapke saathi hain... aise mat samajna ki vibhu bul gaya... vibhu ko yaad hi kaha! haan yaad hai... kuch kuch yaad hai... nahi sab kuch yaad hai... vibhu waiso me nahi jo bhula de... yaad nahi raktha... jaise raat ka andhera suraj ke roshni se juda hai... waise hi yaaden - bhulne se judi hai... haan hum yaad nahi rakhte... kyuki hum nahi bhulte... woh dosti ke pal... woh dosti ke pal...

*** Translated into English ***
Those moments of friendship...
Memories... one day these too shall disappear in memories... what will remain would be only moments... moments of friendship... listen madam, we (I) are not like those who would forget... that would be cruel... so what - we are cruel... but are amongst your friends... don't think that Vibhu fotgot... when did Vibhu remember at all! Yes we remember... we do remember something... NO - we remember everything! Vibhu is not like those who forgets... does not remember... the way the darkness of night is intertwined with the light of the sun... the same way remembering and forgetting are twined together... YES WE DON'T REMEMBER ANYTHING... BECAUSE WE DON'T FORGET ANYTHING... those moments of friendship... those moments of friendship...