Thursday, December 31, 2009

The year that was...

Its past midnight. I sit across my beloved laptop scratching my head thinking of something to write about. Its not that I don't have any topics to write about. But I don't think today is the time for them. Lets say I just have a little more research to do on them. I always wanted to do those no-backspace-used-random-ramblings. So why not try one today?

Today is the last day of the year...

The year 2009...

Broken hearts took long to mend,
Congested networks took ages to send,
Politicians did all but pretend,
But tell me does it matter in the end?

Leaders were known more for their scandals,
Target practice was done with shoes and sandles,
Crores spent on terrorists' safety (!)
Isn't it too getting much to handle?

Sportspeople confessed to cheating,
In turn their cars got the beating,
They once spoke of sporting spirit,
Now their own words they are eating.

Bollywood was a bunch of cold wars,
Film Publicity included love scars,
Millions are being earned by IDIOT stars,
Soon Yash Chopra will be shooting on Mars.

Reality TV was the biggest shame,
Cheapoz wanted a shot at fame,
Doesn't even matter who won the game,
A Year from now, will anyone even remember their name?

Rakhi Saawant was the best of em all!
Your TV set was her marriage hall,
I guess that guy wasn't man enough,
Otherwise the Suhagraat would be shot at some swanky mall.

Pink chaddies were in vogue at the top,
For some people date rape drugs did the job,
Rapes and tapes did all but stop,
These @#$%$#@ should be lynched by the mob.

Ages since School syllabuses have changed,
Most of the teachers are mentally deranged,
Atrocities in Australia will be revenged,
Sadly the CAT was totally drenched.

This year I blogged,
This year I jogged.
Although nothing gr8 happened,
I feel this year rocked.


I randomly rambled and to add to that I wrote a kickass poem! Well these two thing were the ones which I was planning to try for the whole year, but din dare to! Today being the last day of the year, blogger will start a new year from 2moro, which means this post will slip into the wilderness and wont be noticed much!

I sincerely apologise to the people who had to suffer thru this whole poem coz poems is wat I usually try to avoid (now you know why) Maybe because I have zero (-ve) poetic sense and understanding!

I promise I'm never gonna do this again!

PS: All my Blogsfolk, I am acting very busy these days, with college, class, camps and programs and stuff. So these days I'm using Google Reader to zip thru my regular blogrolled ppl. I'll soon get back to commenting whenever possible.

PPS: This does not mean you have to resort to Google Reader (which btw is quite awesome)
and just go on reading my posts without commenting!

PPPS: It fascinates me how quickly we forget things. During the writing of this post I tried to recollect the year 2009 as a whole but I could remember only the stuff that happened during the last half of the year. I had to resort to Googlegiri for the remainder.

Herez wishing all my fellow bloggers, followers and commentators a very happy, creative and writer-block-free new year ahead.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Real Virtuality?

Lately I’ve been noticing, therez a lot of blog space being devoted to Facebook, Farmville and Farmville Addiction… I must confess that I never wanted to join Facebook, coz I already had an Orkut account and most of my friends hung out at Orkut usually. Plus who had the time to juggle two social networks? But considering the hoopla that was engulfing the Farmville syndrome, I decided to take a dive into it. 

I already had about 20 friend invitations pending when I signed up for Facebook…. It took me about 2 days, 3 cups of late night coffee and hundreds of my precious megabytes allowed by Data One Broadband to finally figure out the wonder that was Facebook… 

Turning my attention to the games… I’ve always been an avid gamer (you may have noticed) and I usually don’t get bored even if the game becomes monotonous or even if it has only one level!
Now now… I’m a guy who is not addicted to anything… yes… ANYTHING! No smoking, no drinking, no drugs, NOTHING. So it pretty much pisses me off if someone nudges and tells me that I’m doing too much Time pass on the net (“You’re addicted to the net dude”) or I am always found playing games etc etc… And when I read about this whole Farmville thing, I thought, why not check it out?

So that was done… I started with Farmville, inviting neighbors, planting crops, and harvesting them from time to time… And then it started hitting me hard…. I was getting hooked! But I couldn’t stop. I tried explaining the game to my mom but she started laughing the moment I told her that you grow strawberries in 4 hours. To this day she asks me sarcastically about the strawberry thing. Shez even offerred to sell some of my produce in the local market!

Ok back to the game… I went on farming, harvesting and moving up the Agro-ladder. Then I built some Dairy Farms and Poultry units to keep my precious cows and hens. Secretly I would check the blog posts of fellow farmers in which they shared their addictions and smile to myself involuntarily.

But a week back I had the scare of my life! It happened so, I was supposed to go to Pune to attend a wedding of a friend’s bro. I decided to keep my Rolls Royce at home and travel by the State Transport bus to experience nature first hand… The route was through mountains and typical rural terrain… After catching up on my dear, priceless sleep, I woke up to the countryside… The sun had started to shine as everyday and half sleepy, half awake, I glanced at the view I saw outside. It was a farm. Not just that, it was blooming with ripe grains. A though crossed my mind, “hey! Just like Farmville” *smiles again unknowingly*

But then a strange thing happened, as soon as the bus passed the next farm, this big strange steel sickle appearing in front of me. (The one that the cursor changes into when the crop is ready) It was like asking me to harvest the crop. I could see the number of coins and XP I was gonna gain after harvesting it! I jolted back to my senses. Was I going crazy? Hallucinating? What was happening to me? I mean I won’t deny the fact that previous night I had planted artichokes (harvest in 4 days) considering that I wouldn’t be able to harvest anything when I was in Pune. But is it enough to call me addicted? I looked around to see that the uncle besides me was staring at my face since the time I was smiling to myself (“iska jaroor kuch chakkar hoga”) Rather than addressing his suspicions; I decided to listen to some music and switched on my Music Player. (Thank god I’m not into country music.) Just when I was about to close my eyes, a Hay Bale sped across my window. Instantly an inner voice started shouting “5 XP! 5 XP!”

I was like, “What the hell is happening to me? Am I so much into Farmville that I’m seeing it everywhere?” Is this what people call love?
Thankfully the journey ended soon and I went to the marriage and got back to my normal sane state of mind. But it was one hell of an experience!

PS: While typing this post I have fertilized the crops of about 15 neighbors.

Thursday, December 10, 2009


Its been 4+ months since I've been in this exhilarating world of blogging and I must say I feel at home already. Frankly speaking I'd never expected that my blog would have so many followers and further still I never dreamed I'd get such cool comments and encouragement from fellow bloggers who have come a long way, their minds ignited, their brains buzzing and finger tapping like crazy (on the keyboard of course)

*Recite in a Hollywood War Movie Inspiration Speech Tone*
So Today 

I take this pledge 

to visit the blog 

of each and every of my follower/commentator 

and thank them 

for being the sweethearts that they are. 

To remind them 

that they will be valued forever. And to request them to check out all my further posts.
*Trumpets and loud applause*

PS: I quit my job this week and I am happy about it. The reasons being:
1. Due to the "recession" there was no work going on on site due to which the only 'experience' I got was Dirty Politics, Bitching, and playing the blame game (at Olympic level)
2. I got my exams coming close. So gotta study for that.
3. Read Point 1 again

I am happy about it because this is the same company who had kicked me out (and later called me back) due to recession which gave me ample time to compile my blogging ideas. This time I realized what Rihanna meant when she said "Revenge is Sweet"
I hope history repeats itself and, this free time period gives me better ideas to blog about. Cheers to that!

Wednesday, December 9, 2009


This is just a conversation I had this morning. Like majority of my conversations, it was done through the gift of SMS.

As usual, me and the Gulab Jamun Gal spend a lot of time talking about our fitness missions (more talking, less doing) and how stunning we gonna look after the whole fitness mission is completed (which maybe eons away).

Gulab Jamun Gal: My uncle's wedding tomorrow. I've applied mehendi. People are getting Super Shocked!
Me: Jyada Sundar and sensual dikhegi to you'll steal the spotlight away from the bride. Lol
GJG: You and I are the best Maals re! Spotlight to mujhpar hona hi hai!
Me: Tu to Yoga Babe hai re. The spotlight wouldn't dare leave you. Chal me going for bath now. Have to shave too. Must look my charming best na!
GJG: Yup dude. You are the showstopper! Go wow the world. *Check myself in the mirror, feeling gooooood*

Me: You are the queen of flattery. *Hoping for another compliment in return*

GJG: Na Na... I am the queen of Sarcasm! *STRIKE OUT*

Saturday, December 5, 2009

All in a Day's Work

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 5; the fifth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

Fiction 55

He made up his mind. He was gonna demand a raise. After-all he had worked his ass off these 3 years. Given better output. Plus he was clean. He adjusted his tie and started for the Boss' cabin. He met Boss halfway. "Sorry Rajat, Recession time. We have to let you go." 

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