The Inner Storm.........

I have finally decided , that enough is enough  and lets stop day dreaming and do something concrete. What are my major goals: To get published before this year ends, well that's  along term plan. Before this month ends , I need to come up with 3 stories  , one play in English....and clear cut plan for my novel "Project Irfan" and I want to open a Bookshop cum Cafe named kashmir Book Shop in near future. And also loose 5 Kgs by the end of this month and go regularly to GYM morning 6 am to 7 am for next 10 days. But today on this Saturday night I want to start and finish a story write here right now... But   do I have an Idea, any outline???...I have a couple , normally when I start penning down a story , I start with very enthusiasm , but somewhere in the middle I loose the plot and then it adds to the list of unfinished symphonies and becomes a source of pain rather than joy. But having finished another couple of books of Archer/Satyajit/Bond, I am con...

In my day dreams in which I imagine myself in a number of scenarios (Including the one in bed with Katrina), the one which is feel is achievable (In real life) is to write a book review. I am often surprised to find people around me who don’t read much and whenever some guy wants to take up a new book I am usually the guy who they ask for a few comments first. But my reading is not structured,   its  pretty eclectic, so people often frown when they  find out that I have not read this famous blah blah author. I often think(read daydream) how good it would be if I quit my job and just  make my living writing reviews, because I read on an average 3 to 4 books per week. But who has the energy to bring that change, recently a bug of short stories has made home  in  my wobbled brain, and talking about brains; It was only yesterday when my sister called me up and said that  she saw a brain of an addled person  in her lab. I asked how you different...

Its been like close to 4 weeks since I have vomited ,I mean since I have blogged .I don't know why  my mind always relates a blog to vomit.Its actually analogous if you think deeper, a person vomits when his system is unable to digest something in the same way some people jot down their thoughts when they are unable to bear the aberrations around them. So, what I was upto in the last 3-4 weeks. In my line of work which actually not a line but a typhoon which is engulfing me deep into itself;every time  some old bull is promoted, a new vertical or department is started to cater to his whims and creative inputs. Every cacophony that is invented up in the SHQ is to be  suffered by the lowest organism in the Pyramid ,but it is not actually a pyramid but more  like that multi headed dog like the one which used to guard   sorcerer's stone in Harry Potter one  and we bear the pressure of its heavy bottom. I had to travel to Pune for my module training.It was ...

One look at Surya and you will find a decent looking, small stature person, wearing rimmed  spectacles, Square face, with a resolute chin.  His hair is all dishevelled after a 15 mile ride in an Auto Rickshaw from Atapur  to Punjagutta Chowk.  So, rather than a professional , he looks  more like a guy who  has been fired ,he has a small bulge in his belly, not uncommon for professionals in his company, with all those daily allowances. He looks likes the hundreds other backpack carrying, formal wearing professionals roaming here and there hailing autos, running after buses and cabs,  calling an end to another miserable day at work. It’s all new for him, because at his previous location he was the only guy in the above mentioned attire. Initially he was not very happy with the transfer, but it took only one Veg-Biryani at the Paradise to convince him otherwise, apart from the politeness and cooperative nature of the people (except the Auto –R...

“4.30 pm show, PVR, second last row, you coming? Arpit asked. “Ask Sid”, I replied. “I am asking you” “Okay” “Done” Then he went to Sid’s room. “Krish, 4.30 show” “Ok”, said Sid, “but I have booked bus tickets for Chennai”. “What is the boarding time?” “9 PM, near Paradise circle” “Ok, it will be over by then” . “Cool” “Its 2.30 Pm now, we will leave in an hour” “Okay boss”, came the reply from both the rooms in unison. “Your wish is my command master”, I added. I can’t recall from which movie I picked it up, but it kind of sounds funny in these situations. After one Hour: “Get ready people or we will be late”, Arpit. “Just let me smooth these wrinkles on my T-shirt” I replied. “Don’t forget to unplug the iron, after you are done with it” “Aye Aye Captain” “I am ready” said Sid. “Okay” “Let’s roll”. On the building we hail for Auto Rickshaws, after a few no-responses, one Auto stops in front of us.  “How much till PVR” “15...

So, another hero fallen from the grace, he was an inspiration to millions across the world, the symbol of hope for cancer patients and sport-people.He was the guy who bought the cycling out of the French National TV to the world Stage. Seven time champion, unblemished record. He is also the author of a number of books on his struggle against cancer and consequent triumph. He must be thinking twice on that now, huh. There is a famous Quote by one of the former Prime ministers of UK “You can fool some people all the time or all the people some time, but u can never fool  all the people   all the time ”. There are indeed hounds living within us who are deep rooted in the reality and who are not carried away by the fairy-tale stories of success. While the ordinary guys spends his life measuring himself against the standards of their fake success these hard-nosed people look into the trash bins of these .Salute to their passion and zeal in unearthing  the truth,come ...

 It was like just another day in my "Amazing" life as Trainee in the " Amazing"  Tata Motors.  Bus dropped me at a walking distance from my building. There is park on the way. I used to hit the track regularly in the park  a few weeks back. It also had its own reason. My timing always "co-incidently" matched with the entry of a Hot chick. So, if she started running clockwise, my direction obviously would be anticlockwise or vice-verse . I always ran fast enough to cross her twice per round. But after 4 weeks of "BOLTING" , backaches and calf pulls , she didn't as much as look at your humble servant . My body finally refused to obey the orders from some vague part and finally the drudgery came to an end.  At the entry gate of the park there is also a Momo wallah. After 6 pm there is a literally a stampede for the momos/dimsums.  But today me and my flat mate were the first " Boney customer" for the Momo wallahs.  He asked...

I often used to ponder upon the above thought; can life be any stranger than a man's imagination? There have been numerous examples where the vagaries of life have shocked us beyond reason, but still one can only appreciate it only when something strange happens in his own life or with someone he is very close to. One of the major black spots of our logical brain is the inability to fully understand complexity of relationship with people around us, there is no mathematical formula or a theorem which can cover the entire range of permutation and combination our mind does in a relation or is forced to do so. So finally cut the philosophical bullshit and let's come to the point, I have an amazing story to tell, but it’s not mine, it happened with my closest friend, while we were travelling in a train chair car- Sampark Krantii. His seat was on the window side , but i was too quick to for him as always to let him have the pleasure of cool wind through my hair , only to regret it l...