tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304321822024-02-28T08:20:16.733-08:00Dreamcatcherravi shankerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07737022051324517277noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30432182.post-49669920198981547822014-12-01T13:35:00.001-08:002014-12-01T13:35:32.163-08:00upgrade<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
and with a very substantially heavy heart, i let the jetta go.. something doesn't feel right when the sadness of trading in your faithful car over weighs the joy of getting a new set of wheels.. but then again, life goes on.<br />
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out with the hyper tensed angry persona..<br />
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ravi shankerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07737022051324517277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30432182.post-66247519277329971332013-03-01T07:19:00.000-08:002013-03-01T07:19:13.350-08:00listen<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
rule no 1: the wifey is always right<br />
rule no 2: listen to the wifey<br />
rule no 3: when everything else fails, fall back to rule no 1<br />
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apparently, there is a connect..which was fully emphazised by my 100% pure unadulterated stupidity.<br />
a gut feeling in time, saves nine..no i'll reword it to: listen to wifey's gut feeling in time, saves a gold mine... a feeling fully carved into my granite head under freezing conditions.. try to erase this one out!</div>
ravi shankerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07737022051324517277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30432182.post-19778667359505081662012-10-12T18:50:00.000-07:002012-10-12T18:50:15.663-07:00seriously<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This is as serious as I can be.<br />
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Can I write without disabling grammar and spell check in word?<br />
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ravi shankerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07737022051324517277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30432182.post-45546161449559426362012-02-29T09:25:00.003-08:002012-02-29T09:51:48.609-08:00the post marriage chroniclesthings are good<br />things are bootiful<br />things are in place<br /><br />clothes magically appear folded/pressed in the wardrobe..<br />food magically appears in a dabba at work<br />cakes magically popup in the fridge<br />coffee switches from instant to filtered<br />grocery shopping magically turns into fun<br />movie preferences change from english to hindi, action to sentiment, horror to romance, porn to drama<br />friends plays at 1am<br />nigella's kitchen overrules topgear<br /><br />how things change..<br /><br />for good...ravi shankerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07737022051324517277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30432182.post-6205655338080082172012-01-01T19:59:00.000-08:002012-01-01T20:10:48.402-08:00new year resolutionResolution:<br />res·o·lu·tion [rez-uh-loo-shuhn]<br />noun<br />1.<br />a formal expression of opinion or intention made, usually after voting, by a formal organization, a legislature, a club, or other group. Compare concurrent resolution, joint resolution.<br />2.<br />a resolve or determination: to make a firm resolution to do something.<br />3.<br />the act of resolving or determining upon an action or course of action, method, procedure, etc.<br />4.<br />the mental state or quality of being resolved or resolute; firmness of purpose.<br />5.<br />the act or process of resolving or separating into constituent or elementary parts.<br /><br />my resolution:<br />1366 X 768.. if there is a way of seeing things in the right perspective, i beleive that my capacity to see 'see' itself is slightly non-existent. <br />If there are 2 sides to the coin, what about the circular edge which joins both the sides? aha, my life as I see or not see it, is along that very edge..going round and round and contributing to the spatial, centrifugal what not to the coin and thereby inducing a very slight sense of motion sickness everytime i 'stop' to think about it.<br /><br />Now if there was a ever a perfect dabba of breakfast past 1996, it was today..<br /><br />and now that i have been shortchanged for an important code kickoff today.. i dont mind it at all, cos iam going to spend the rest of the morning fantasising about whats in the dabba.<br /><br />I have a theoretical 60 X 60 X 24 = 86400 reasons/chances/instances/possibilities/oppurtunities to be happy everyday..including the time I'm asleep.. I wonder how many of them do i actually utilize to be happy :-)..food for thought.. do i spend every instance being happy, or worrying about whether i will be happy at the next instance? food for thought again.<br /><br />and 3 more hours to the dabba openingravi shankerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07737022051324517277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30432182.post-71831164403023148712011-11-24T12:26:00.000-08:002011-11-24T12:36:34.288-08:00love is love nolove is love no.. as simple and as pure as it can get<br />now thats a contradiction again.. there are no words(adjectives) which can quantify and glorify love<br />love is love.. there is no percentage of love<br />there is no, i love you this much<br />there is no, our love is pure<br />there is no, our love is true<br />there is no, i love you a lot<br />there is no, ... its all relative<br /><br />there is only one thing.. you love a person or you dont.. as they say in poker, I am ALL IN...there are no half measures, there are no quarter bottles, there is no my glass is half empty, there is no quantum of solace, and there is apparently no seriousness and nobleness in what i want to say<br /><br />im happy that i came across "love is love no".. strangely peaceful and it feels that everything else around is muted and i feel calm..its like watching static on my tv without the sound... there is chaos, but there is also peace amidst and all around the chaos.<br /><br />adiosravi shankerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07737022051324517277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30432182.post-31326854477875858322011-10-04T12:10:00.000-07:002011-10-04T12:11:19.028-07:00assurancemaxthe question:<br />the answer: yes i will<br /><br />fill in the question, and you have a readymade answer from me<br /><br />and not to be misused.ravi shankerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07737022051324517277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30432182.post-22665793885451709822011-08-19T20:35:00.000-07:002011-08-19T20:44:31.225-07:00driveri like to drive
<br />its an understatement
<br />i find peace when i drive
<br />its probably the only time I'm in control of something
<br />i feel free when i drive
<br />i used to feel liberated when i used to take a left hander at 80kmph on a 7.8bhp 2 stroker with tyres skinnier than cindy crawford at her prime
<br />i used to feel liberated when i used to push a diesel car to its limit at 120kmph..
<br />it was about pushing the limits on a machine which is more or less subpar when you talk about actual racing speeds
<br />i feel liberated, when i now drive aimlessly across the america...a colossal waste of oil, but if it makes me feel free, damn the future generations..
<br />i can be myself when i drive
<br />i dont feel like i'm being judged by hopeless ppl when i drive
<br />i dont know how long this is going to last
<br />i like being left alone when i drive
<br />i miss sydney paul monteiro.. the perfect pillion rider
<br />i miss my 2 strokers
<br />i miss my samurai.. the endless hours spent on it, trying to make it go faster and better
<br />i miss my shaolin.. the one proper stock bike i had which was way fast for its time..
<br />i miss the roar of the 2 strokes
<br />the most reliable company i had for the last 3 years is a civic
<br />i feel safe in a civic
<br />i used to feel safe on my 2 strokers
<br />i pushed my luck on my 2 strokers
<br />i push my luck on my civic
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<br />i'm alive
<br />ravi shankerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07737022051324517277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30432182.post-37759474387424630112011-08-18T14:45:00.000-07:002011-08-18T15:11:11.719-07:00india rebootedThings are definitely wrong when you realize that the citizens of the worlds largest democracy are coming onto the streets in support of a movement which defies the logic, principles, basics and whatnot of democracy..
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<br />Corruption is bad, granted and accepted.. But why wud u have to put a bunch of unelected citizens to monitor elected peoples representatives? Why elect them in the first place?
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<br />For even a small dosage of commonsense coupled with a little cynicsm will tell you that for a bunch who can never dream of getting into the corridors of power through democratic methods, resort to using the pent up anger of the working middleclass fuel their jumps over the whatever whatever they want to jump over.
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<br />Stopping corruption at the 'grassroots' level shud mean exactly that, weed out the lower levels and top level falls.
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<br />Shades of tyranny? I definitely see that coming..and in a not so saffron shade.. Who's to vouch for integrity of the members of the committe which's going to monitor the elected? We wud need a circuit lokpal to monitor the munna lokpal.. And who's goin to lokpal circuit?
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<br />Easy for me to say, stop fasting and instead stop giving your traffic cop chaipani kharcha..
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<br />Corruption isn't about only paying a bribe to get ur work done.. Its about everything we do to cut corners.. Missing a code review to get to the checkin faster-corruption.. Sneaking past ppl in a queue-qUeuestically corrupt.. Paying 500rs for darshan-faithistically corrupt.. Blabberland
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<br />Am I corrupt? Oh yes.. And instead of blaming the primeminister for it.. I choose not to be give into it..it..
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<br />Will lokpal solve rising food prices? Or bring down real estate prices?
<br />All I can see it doing is to get a bunch of orange puppets put ppl's mandate out of commission..
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<br />Adios
<br />I wish I was color blindravi shankerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07737022051324517277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30432182.post-52382570170013187332011-08-01T17:15:00.001-07:002011-08-01T17:19:29.628-07:00the beginning of the endall good stories come to an end...wonder what happens to the bad stories..<br />there is a crazy notion that if you run fast enough, your mistakes dont catch up with you..under the assumption that your mistakes dont take a shortcut and beat you to the finish line...are mistakes really mistakes? or a set of occurances which are the right things in a parallel universe?<br />there is a clause about confidentiality, im not supposed to say few things which i want for the fear of being labelled a loser, or deemed that im just not good enough..<br />there is also another clause, never blog unless you are properly drunk.. your mistakes dont pop up glaringly off the screen.ravi shankerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07737022051324517277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30432182.post-53301710193374137442011-05-30T18:20:00.000-07:002011-05-30T18:23:57.101-07:00dynexnow that i have forced myself to buy a bigger monitor to give my eyes a decent and well deserved treat.. i find myself, staring at things which i have missed staring...<br /><br />old monitor - my sister says karma.. i read it as korma..<br />new monitor - my sister says karma.. i read it as KARMA..<br /><br />someobody said, "its all about the perspective".. it makes sense now<br />labels for this post: scooter, vacation, fall<br /><br />and i'm back..ravi shankerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07737022051324517277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30432182.post-30221364805061951822011-01-29T16:07:00.001-08:002011-01-29T16:20:19.392-08:00157.5A random number with a not so random reason..with a decimal :-)<br /><br />157.5 ways of making a person happy<br /><br />1) be happy<br />2) be honest<br />3) be truthful<br />4) be yourself<br />5) be mad<br />6) be hopeless<br />7) be funny<br />8) be sad<br />9) be naughty<br />10) be be<br /><br />multiply this by 15.75... and there you have itravi shankerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07737022051324517277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30432182.post-50513898503139776902011-01-09T10:17:00.000-08:002011-01-09T10:40:08.580-08:00mislogical unconnectionsif this the blog would be given marks for being grammatyically correct and without speeling mistokes.. i would be give a 100/100..wisful theenking no?<br /><br />my engleesh teachors wud be wondiring wear they gooed wrong with me..<br /><br />in one of calvin and hobbes estory..calvin says "never trust a person who can spell a word correctly"<br /><br />calvin calvin.. if u wear calvin klien underwear..what will calvin wear? one liner from a holliwood muvie :-)<br /><br />raaasko is a tegulu word for go write go..<br /><br />wishlist:<br /><br />1)<br />i want a guide tortoise..with a crocodile leather leash..it'll lead me thru the treffic in boston..the treffic wud be my creashun only no? i will took 2 hours 38 mins to cross a 100 feet intersection..<br /><br />2)<br />i want to pooblish a buk, which would talked about all the tempuls in visited in tamilnodu on my bike.. samurai goes stella maris, samurai goes to vekateswara, samurai goed to mop vaishnav, samurai goes to stella maris<br /><br />3) i want to publish what i theenk about b***ker re**y in my blog...and what he dided with endipoyina pachha gaddi( dried up green grass)<br /><br />and i seriousle hope that i can continue posting inside this blog.. i want to visit eschool with a preentout of this post and put it on the nutice board<br /><br />on a very esmall side note.. the person who writed the constitooshun about the fridom of espeech was very hopelessly single and had no hope of ever getting a life partnur... he cud say and writed whatever he did, abut expressing your thoughst, emoshuns and other thing, without the fear of prosecution, persecution,execution, etc shun .. cos he was singel..<br /><br />he he.. once u getting into a relatinship.. u cannot write what u wanted to right no, in your own blog no :-D ( this line is subject to debate, rebate, deletshun, persecution, execution)<br /><br />cheateerr...peeteer..repeaterr..<br /><br />on an other side note on the other side of the neck.. this is not a kicking under the belted post. and no direct references are to be made..<br />dabannggg..<br /><br />i would like to eat a chocolate and wish that it wud never end..<br />i want a bike with an unlimited petrol voucher, redeemable in every gas station on this planet<br />i want a lifetime subscription to overdrive<br />i want a shoe lace which ties and unties itself<br />i want a water bottle which refills itself<br />i want a want which wants itself<br />i want priyanka chopra to be the chief guest in my supposed weeding<br />i want a toothbrush which can talk to my teeth..they are feeling lonely noravi shankerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07737022051324517277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30432182.post-87152995404682999682011-01-02T20:05:00.000-08:002011-01-02T20:26:10.557-08:002010the year that was.. the year that almost wasnt.. the year ..<br /><br />life is strange when @30..especially when you never conform to any of the rules laid down by the 'society'<br />life is supposedly well planned out..until you find out that the ppl you considered the most closest are apparently the most fartherest..<br />life is full of unexpected shocks.. when your brakes fail at 70mph<br />life is full of magical events which take place when you are half asleep<br />life is full of life..<br /><br />2010 has taught many ppl many lessons..and me..2010 has taught me to let go of everything and try to survive each day without thinking about the past and without worrying about the future..<br /><br />2010 said.. you are a complete waste of time.. you are a complete non entity in my life<br />2010 said.. i wish i could stop time for you.. you are the most important person in my life<br /><br />2010 clipped my wings.. dashed my hope against the rocks...punctured my happiness like a pin cushion..<br />2010 gave me new wings..created new hope... and put a ton of bandaids all over my happiness...<br /><br />2010 said go away rot and die..<br />2010 said miracles are just around the corner..<br /><br />2010 said..when ppl said that there is a light at the end of the tunnel..they actually had a reason to say it.. <br /><br />2010 destroyed my confidence.. 2010 restored and improved my confidence..<br /><br />i remember.. during a trip along the western coast of usa with my friend.. there was this old guy who pointed out into the horizon and said..'that mates is the graveyard of ships'... ships brave the storms and pass through untold miseries and when land is in sight and the sailor's hearts rejoice at the sight of land..and then, before they enter the harbor,the ships used to hit the breakers and be destroyed..violently...without any warning... poor souls usually never knew what hit 'em...<br />but few ships..by divine providence would be tossed into this miraculous channel amidst the rocks and make it to shore..<br /><br />2010 precisely summarizes what he said.. <br /><br />2010..is my lighthouse<br /><br />2011 is my shore<br /><br /><br /><br />and the most important gift/lesson 2010 gave me is: a reason to believe..ravi shankerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07737022051324517277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30432182.post-64142249003217831152010-12-25T18:48:00.000-08:002010-12-25T18:54:56.692-08:0070jhoom barabar..<br /><br />when each day pans out the way you design/dream/want it to be... the effect can be quite dramatic..and weirdly gunde pindudi..<br /><br />if this blog could have talked back to me..it would have say...ravi..you are completely drunk on happiness.. not to put a dampner on all the good things which can happen..but the tank is still running pretty full after 70 happy days :-) <br /><br />happys.. its a strange word and an even stranger concept... you suddenly dont miss your best friends..and you are still happy..you dont miss your family..you are still happy.. you have a beer..you are happy.. the same things that would have made me depressed are happily danciing in front of my eyes..double glass layered eyes....<br /><br />70 and ticking..<br /><br />its for me..its a no-brainer.. its for youravi shankerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07737022051324517277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30432182.post-78788003358289809432010-12-11T19:26:00.000-08:002010-12-11T19:42:19.557-08:0013.5the hieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee<br /><br />just in case this blog sounds like an email, be excused :-) ... it isnt meant to be one.. <br /><br />i am the backs after a brief vacations from happy land :-D.. that last time i was the writes the blogs.. me was having lots of empty free times in my hands... hint istey pichenkistha moments of maddness.... and as they say, birds of the same feather flock together/.. me was flocking.. i hope it didnt sound that bad....i meant flocking bubba... <br /><br />so what was i upto, since that last time i was blogging? i was happily in happyness... happyness with a Y :-)... me is happys in the purest sense of the word..<br /><br />me is happys cos. i have a super cool personalized G PS.. maybe it should be a T PS? it says..ravi make a legal u-turn..nana..make a turn nana..no i dont want to turn no... turn nana....noo..turn..what do i get if i turn......muuuahhhhhhhh...turned :-).. what happened there?.. <br /><br />i went to this immigration center.. ramesh lady says.. roll your thumbs, dont press.. i say vakayed.. and rolled..systems beeps..ramesh says..you didnt press hard enough..i was like do i press or not? she says dont press, just roll.. i was like i just rolled no? she was like no.. you didnt press...i gave up.. my ramesh fetish is dying a slow and painful death... ramesh :-(.. <br /><br />and coming back to the 13.5.. my life always revolves around this number.. and i dont know where the extra 0.5 decided to make its presence felt.. 13.5 is magical .. it shows that not everything that is believable is to be believed... numbers are..just numbers at the end of the day and what has to happen, will happen irrespective of the numbers :-D passed in telugu only once in 8th class and i ended up with 2nd rank.. <br /><br />rest of the vacationin the next post no....<br /><br />apparently this blog is up for performancereview and HRs being HRs.. always give out the form on the last day and demand that it be turned in, in exactly 10 mins.. or your rating goes to dogs :-) i love dogs<br />few lucky dogs get hugged by bootiful mistresses..while techies get to slam away on their keyboards..dog dogger doggest... and at the end of the day, birds of the same feather do FLOCK togetherravi shankerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07737022051324517277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30432182.post-81591101043913119202010-11-22T06:06:00.000-08:002010-11-22T06:09:52.947-08:00driftin further awaydriftin further away..my own interpretation is that i am slowly and steadily and rapidly and impulsively driftin away from my problems... coming to think of it.. my problems are mostly my own creations.. or to be more specific, flawed creations..but then again, there is no perfect solution to every situation and its like we create something with the hope that it becomes something special..hit and miss..<br /><br />driftin away....ravi shankerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07737022051324517277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30432182.post-16989764458263677722010-11-20T19:50:00.001-08:002010-11-20T20:05:30.205-08:00esperanzapor favor senor...por favor senorita...<br /><br />hope..is the the quintissential..what a spelling.. of all human emotions..<br />what goes up, comes down..and what goes down..where does it go??? let me see? there are apparently 2 sides to a coin..side one: what goes downer...goes even more downest...<br />side two: what goes downer, due to antigravity - reverses its path and goes upwards..<br /><br />hope, humans...humans, hopes...retaliate, react, fight, submit.. apparently this is a direct reference to the latest happenings to my best friends in bostons..i have seen despair, pure adulteraed despair on thursday...i cudnt believe that things can get from a goodest stage to such a hopeless situation in just a couple of hours..and then i see the classic fightback charecteristics of the human spirit..fight backs..fight backs and todays..me is at the other end of the spectrum :-)<br /><br />apparently there is this once person who once said, everything is a u... what? U.. U.. oh.. me? no rey stoopid.. the letter U..u start off, u slip, u fight back and u go up...<br />Moral of the story.. never be a U in UR life..<br />this is meandering..this shows that i know my letters.. i want an S..no.. I want a P.. i want a P P P P P P P P P P P P P Pravi shankerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07737022051324517277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30432182.post-66544452160328046702010-11-18T06:15:00.001-08:002010-11-18T06:25:01.519-08:00magic needs no reasonwands and spells...do we actually need a wand to create magic? phoos whooosh and thooosh...<br />do i believe in wands.do i believen in spells..more importantly..do i believe in magic? <br /><br />if something defies logic.. the first thing i look to name that particular thing is magic.. i mean..<br /><br />Magic:<br />n.<br />The art that purports to control or forecast natural events, effects, or forces by invoking the supernatural.<br />The practice of using charms, spells, or rituals to attempt to produce supernatural effects or control events in nature.<br />The charms, spells, and rituals so used.<br />The exercise of sleight of hand or conjuring for entertainment.<br />A mysterious quality of enchantment: "For me the names of those men breathed the magic of the past" (Max Beerbohm).<br />adj.<br />Of, relating to, or invoking the supernatural: "stubborn unlaid ghost/That breaks his magic chains at curfew time" (John Milton).<br />Possessing distinctive qualities that produce unaccountable or baffling effects.<br /><br />its schoolish..its bookish..its not something 'practical' adults who are on the other side of their 30's believe in.. and here is where i stray of my original storyline..<br /><br />art that purports to control --- there is no art.. there is no reason.. and thats the precise reason why few things are attributed to magic.. did i knot myself up here?<br />what are the chances that 2 pebbles thrown at each other from a mile away hit each other?? if they do manage to even come close.. its attributed to magic..aah..what an event ..oohh..its pure magic..<br /><br />and i know that its completely not magic, when i want to spend the day curled up..when the train stops in my station..<br />aaahravi shankerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07737022051324517277noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30432182.post-34135709988186480992010-11-13T10:53:00.000-08:002010-11-13T10:58:58.693-08:00happy singhhappy singh vs lucky singh vs guddi singh :-)<br /><br />3 in one?<br />yes..<br /><br />free form writing.. pain in little finger, jungle jungle, honda keys stopming on the ceiling, you know what? chuk chuk, shilpa monkey shetty, she looks nice no? stunning face no, monkey figure no.. ppl like me so much and not her, my closeups are better than hers.. ppl really hate her. like me.. like me hate her, hate me like her.. shower sounds, police siren, mind black, taarch on the bench.. silence in Birmingham, i love this song, in dino, monkey shetty.. khwab saja.. bike rides in bangalore rains.. living life..losing happines..permission. mohhabbat...speeling mistakes, pain in the left ring finger.. cars honking, london, teenagers..i am like a teenager.. didnt fluctuate so much :-D feel like 13.. not 31.. oye lucky lucky oyee.. birmingham calling..skype pinging<br />writing blog, skype ladies compartmentravi shankerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07737022051324517277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30432182.post-25659915406710310462010-11-10T15:29:00.000-08:002010-11-10T15:41:41.720-08:00mystery of the missing trainscasefile #1: Mystery of the missing train<br /><br />the dude runs runs runs..dodging cars, jumping over pavements.. skidding and stumbling he reaches the station at 7:29 for the 7:30pm train... out of breath, foggy glasses, slipping backpacks.. what more can go wrong? well how about the train being delayed?<br /><br />its a moment of pure joy and hopeless anger... all the effort for a delayed train....<br /><br />the dude looks over his shoulder..he has a strange suspicion that the train was delayed just for him..it must be the XIA.. no doubt he thinks.. things like this dont happen, especially not to the dude..the dude reaches into his trouser pocket and picks up his latest gadget.. the taarch..he scans the surroundings..no enemy activity... he cautiously walks towards the food counter and buys dinner..dinner is just an excuse, the hot fried rice and the plastic forks are his backup weapons...just in case..just in case..aal is well...thats his code..<br /><br />the dude walks, towards the train..the dude gets into the most crowded car...safety in numbers..he finds a seat...throws his bag on the top rack...he needs space to swing his arms just in case someone attacks him..<br /><br />the train the moves from the platforms.. the dude gets his BB out and starts msging P.. The Big Boss. P's whereabouts are unknown... well unknown to the world, but the dude has special access.. he updates her abt his whereabouts and his suspicions.. P says aal iz well aal iz well.. the dude is checking.. P talking dude talking P talking.. the dude knows for sure that XIA has set up a trap for him in his regular station.. the dude is smart.. the dude suspects P might be a double agent.. dude says... oops and he doesnt get off the station.. P doesnt know.. P doesnt care.. the dude knows.. that P is clean.. P is good.. P is geniune and P is his boss..<br /><br />the dude gets down at the next station..rain hits his face.. its a rain of joy of being alive and knowing that ppl who you trust once, rarely ever break the trust.. the dude lives. the dude is happy..ravi shankerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07737022051324517277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30432182.post-67815271678889525482010-11-09T19:04:00.000-08:002010-11-09T19:09:04.868-08:00midnight masalalet me clarify that there is no sleaze in this post..no..nope.. none whatsoever...<br /><br />was feeling hungry and decided to make aloo masala..right at 12:00 am.. with thoughts jumping from mundanely mundane to complexly complex... 1 pinch of salt to mutex lock on a threadsafe function..<br /><br />not to sound repititive ( i repeat this a lot).. the moral of the story, this particular story is to do whatever i want to do, without putting in constraints like time, name, place, animal, thing.. if i want something, i am doing it now... its a realization of the fact that at the age of 30.. i dont have much time to do things which i want.. short term happiness is much more enjoyable and storable and bearable in memory banks, rather than foregoing chotu chotu things in search of a bigger 'happiness' 10 years down the line..<br /><br />i can say a lot of things :-) but with a single member readership.. i dont want to make any funny comments... let me build up a bigger audience i say :-) ... huntedravi shankerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07737022051324517277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30432182.post-69980279271874480302010-11-08T18:31:00.000-08:002010-11-08T18:34:29.326-08:00f.r.i.e.n.d.strivia and friends.. aah how many times have i said the excuse..look a ufo and ran out of the class, hall, dorm or room...whenever ppl said lets play friends trivia... i cant remember things for nuts.. i can laugh at friends :-) wildly and absurdly..but to ask me rachel's middle names middle letter is bordering on the insane for me :-)<div><br /></div><div>but now.. no..no more running away.. its all about stepping upto to the plate..or stepping upto the plot... friends..trivia.. u have the no idea what has been unleashed on you..<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span></div>ravi shankerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07737022051324517277noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30432182.post-20622082682108353402010-11-06T11:44:00.001-07:002010-11-06T11:44:55.545-07:00crimemastaaar gogocrimemaastar gogo vs gunmaastar g9..ravi shankerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07737022051324517277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30432182.post-49957632170824492322010-11-06T07:27:00.000-07:002010-11-06T07:34:20.845-07:00to be or not to becourage is defined when you do something without caring about the consequences... heavy duty stuff..hai tuj mein poori botal ka nasha botal ka nasha..<div>courage equates to stupidity in a statistical way.. the probability of a successful outcome(subjective) is the least when things are doing in a stupid way(subjective)... ppl who are averse to risk conclude that by not doing anything bcos the outcome is not favorable, their lives are more happys...</div><div>is it true? if u hold urself back at every little step... why learn to walk at all?</div><div>am i brave or am i stupid..i am stupid cos if i want to do something i do it first and then think if it was right or not.. or sometimes i dont think at all..if u do something, thats done and it stays done..u cant say..tooch toooch and go back to not doing it ...</div><div>ppl call me stupid..i am immune to that.. ppl call me brave..i am immune to it.. i dont know if i read this somewhere..yeah no..my sister put in her facebook profile as a status.. its like after 20 years or something..we shudnt be feeling bad abt things which we cudnt do..so i dont want to give that chance to myself.. if in the next second i die cos the guy living above me drops his dumbell and falls thru the floor.. me has a lot of things to do.. me doing..like blogging for example :-D stupid stupid stupid<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div>ravi shankerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07737022051324517277noreply@blogger.com0