Creative writing is not merely a piece of writing jolted on a 64gsm paper,but it is to present something,expressing something more natural,more profoundly imaginary and palatable by readers and critics. It is more of what you start to imagine,what you can see after closing your eyelids! For me,in this era of internet and social networking(you write status updates while communicating with nature on pot). Blogging is the most common form of expressing on a particular stuff. Ha ha! I have to support the idea,else who is going to read mine. It may be anything,any idea which reverberates in mind,beyond comprehension of any other human around you(If you think only Humans have Gray matter). Apart from blogging,creative writing also includes newspaper editorial,travel stories,writing about food stuff and Hukka joints(from ITC Bukhara to Kamla Nagar). Infact,nowadays writing and telling horoscopes of a person is also a part of creative writing! Not gettin? Well just go through any of your Horoscopes and read them. The horoscopes are usually written in a manner, so that the person reading them may not fall into deep depression about how his days are going to be,what's lying ahead or what is coming in his future endeavours. They are not at all written in a harsh manner, no manner how the Saturn or Pluto is revolving around the Sun or even if Jupiter is going to collide,they won't tell you. They will just write gladly in your horoscope about the strange behaviour of Jupiter as if its an year old disobedient child. Creative writing also include writing about personal motivation, inter personal skills,time management, team leadership ,personal management,ghost writing blah blah... But at the end of the day all damn Ontologists on this planet will create your image into a stereotypical shadow. Broad pants,long hairs,russian sling bags on shoulder,a mindless bohemian, that's the way artists are often described. But it hardly matter how we existed during our life period,the utmost important things are our oeuvre.

Recently I,Me,You and all of us tried to celebrate children day in our own special way. Celebrating it in school,cuddling with quilt or working over time. Whatsoever may be the way but the bottom line is,we all tried to celebrate the holiday that often comes in vicissitude of life. But if u try to recall the D- day you will be reminded of a merged holiday. Double Diwali Dhamaka with children's day. Yes! Tired of these merger happening between holidays,like a MNC striking a deal with local FMCG for promotional help. On an average 5 holidays are drained in name of these wed locks, sometimes coupling with sundays or with other national holiday. Now imagine getting all those overlapped holidays, in the month of september. Why september? U will astonished to know that viewing the past 25 year statistics,september came out with 0.2 days of holidays. This mean after 5years we get an off in month sept on an average. So it would be fantastic to have at least four holidays in september. Wat an Idea sirji! But u know what are doing after reading the above stuff,a sheer crime of dreaming and too without any witness. A corny fantasy. So just pause it and see you all at work on Monday,and too without monday blues. :D Infinite dreams,infinity is not to comprehend ;) Btw God created Sunday for Us to take rest from boisterous schedule but He never imagined that Humans;the laziest creature on this planet will declare their own holidays in between weeks. Whatever facts may be,but I enjoy holidays and not to forget Saturday night. Ah! A perfect bliss for a weekender like me. Though read many,Only book I want to share and talk about is an awesome novel by Judy Balan. 'Two Fates-The story of my Divorce' an adorable tale of married couple spun around in Indian culture,where marriage is considered as an obeisance from bridal aspect, no matter how obnoxious groom is. It also shows the common dilemma of Deepu- the protagonist, commonly indian brides faces;to express themselves or to impress the other familywala ,because in India you don't marry someone but your families marry each other,after a time they start mingling in such a goofy behaviour that you yourself with your life partner start feeling nugatory. The book also captures the mired situations we sometimes face in our understanding abilities which can only be solved by telling and sharing with other half. So almost an absolute paisa wasool affair, grab the copy if you haven't went through one. Btw I borrowed it from someone ;)

Nianluz

Read my new blog at life@collage on www.nianluz.blogspot.com. Oh! Don't try to understand nianluz its just a senseless acronym. Just take it as senselessuniverse 2.0. Njoy reading!

my last post

Writing the last post on my blog vacation@home I feel a strange sense of emotional outburst, not only I have to go back to my place but also I will have to put my Delhi love (saddi dilli) into a long hiatus. A brief period which will last for about five years and may extended up to a decade. 

Writing this blog in my mentor’s (proclaimed from my sides) cozy flat in Kalkaji and looking out at the azure sky roughly studded by nimbus clouds and busy main road with commuters gushing like water in a pipe and the low floor speeding the wide road. I am reminded of my first individual visit to this city on occasion of my boarding school reunion. It was an unofficial reunion because it was idea of my old pal AD to reunite all those who are now residing in N.C.R. So we met for first time at Bagel’s, Hauz Khas. (YUP! There are so many in Delhi. I have tried all of them but its still which suits me. I still like the fuchsia grown inside in the earthen vase), we were 6 including me-4 guys and two gals.

 Starting my circles with handful of people, now I find at least two or three faces smiling (occasionaly few grins) at me of many unknown in the crowd and me responding them with a 'Hi' or 'whazup?', whenever I am at Sri fort's, S.K.A, seminars, band performance, and in many book fares in the city. Mathematically calculating the total period of my stay in Delhi it turns out to be very fugitive. However, the Delhi culture has a profound impact on my life and perspective.   

Past three years and specially talking about 2k11 I visited many Indian cities, from Ahmadabad to Guwahati,and, and Chennai to Chandigarh it was Delhi which I missed most. 

To accepting an outsider, a small town guy and accommodating him in the city, my praises goes to Delhi. It’s the city which supported and in fact nurtured my bohemian nature. 

Nobody cared if I venture out in my night suits, yawning and finding myself eating@barista near kamala nagar at evening. Literary no one twitch their eyebrows on that scene, and those who knew me and show a deep care probably blame my nocturnal habit.

It was not a matter of 'concern' if I was found with someone, hands in hand near Lady Irwin's.

Nobody was there to show any kind of hypocrite care, even if I drench myself completely in rain on main road of Rohini metro works at midnight where you can hear the sound of your heartbeat…pounding against your sternum. I was myself, free, independent to live, to stroll, and to dance in the drizzle. Here I don't have to pretend that I am enjoying monsoon, by merely watching the dogs mating on the street from my room’s window, back in my place.

It's the drivel nature of city which helped me in discovering myself, perhaps I am too eccentric. Although enjoying my freedom to the fullest i never did any kind of panga which would later turn out to be a threat to my independence.

The city made me, carved me into an artist (as other claims. I am not boasting!). Now I am an amateur theatre artist, an avid S.E.O.  writer, an established percussionist, an enthusiastic landscape photographer and  an occasional blogger. Now I have loads of hobbies to pursue instead of loafing around in Select City walk. 

I started as a newcomer a month back in this blogging arena and now I have 367 page reviews with my last blog receiving 91 views to my credits and many mails from readers.

Chasing for the autograph of Arundhati Roy, Javed Akhtar and many others in J.L.F. and hay festivals, attending the numerous seminars and short courses in creative writing and storytelling, writing is now an inevitable part of my life.

But writing a blog is a different thing, if you are writing for yourself then you should like it, but in a blog it should be readable. You should be entertaining. You should be sober not inebriated (ha ha I am gazing at the Lagavulin Single Malt bottle lying in front of me. Don't worry I always drink in moderation. The blogs you read was never, and will never be written in a manner which sounds typically written in a hung-over mood. I only write when I find myself best in senses. It's a modus vi vendi between you and me. I love you all and will never want to lose any of you). In blogging You should sound zealous and not indolent.  Otherwise they will not read yours; they have zillion of other options.

As I stated in the beginning, this is my last post under vacation@home. Don’t worry I will be back under the same address www.senselessuniverse.blogspot.in with some new and more exciting stuff.

Past few days on the idea of leaving this city, I feel very bereaved. Surely, I am losing my close friend. My adrenaline. My serotonin. My heparin. (You people don't worry. I have hired a psychiatrist to tackle my trauma).

‘Instead of draining your melancholy on a gin or vodka you should look for a positive attitude' he advised me. 

Yes! I would. So under that advice I am joining all you old guys at the Rock a Fella with Moon Shadow Frequency live. With the  news of Neerja parting away from band, their music sounds like stuck in a rift.

Ms Neerja MSF will miss u with its entire fan base. So please give a second thought to your decision. Btw I respect your life and its priorities.

So c u there. Enjoy life. Enjoy Delhi. Keep smiling (if not, try it).

Perhaps, I want to end all this on a good note. 

And Delhi...wait for me, I will be back with my old attitude.

of renomination and K JO....

A month back my sis asked me about guessing the winners of spits villa 5.

‘Renominate Dushyant and Priya’ I said hastily and she gave me if-you-don't-like-it-then-please -don't crack-jokes- about it look.

I may accept that the idea was ridiculous. This is damn true; but the same thing is being done in our national politics, democratic politics as we claim proudly. Yes! I am talking about the race to lutyens. The electoral procedure to choose our president and our vice president.

Pranab Da and P. Sangma rocking the house with nomination from the U.P.A and the N.D.A. respectively.

Our honorable Vice Prez Hamid Ansari being RENOMINATED and Jaswant  Singh nominated for the chair of vice-president. Before I reach to my point I would like to remind all my fellow readers, long before the scenario of Trinamool congress party chief and Cheif Minister of West Bengal Ms Banerjee(madam if u went furious after reading my previous blog then please ignore it. Now you can see how much I respect you. Your mouth must me gaped to know even I like rosogollas, sandesh and fishes...besides our favorite dahi mishthi...readers don't mind my flattering. Actually I am planning a visit to Kolkata the very next week. I don't want Bengal police arresting me at S.C .I Airport and interrogating me in SRK’s U.S.A like episode. I am scared to remind about a professor of Jadavpur University who was arrested on account of drawing a caricature of this Singur Messiah. Poor cartoonist!) Bullying our 'sincere' economist P.M. and made all the senior leaders of U.P.A to run for their dentures in this whole issue of Prez election, we were supporting the idea of RENOMINATING our favorite Missile Man Dr. A.P.J.A Kalam.

Getting to the point, ok I accept this idea of renominating and renominations. But my clear cut question is 'do our country is lacking a handful of so called good and eligible to lead this country? All the proclaimed gems are not fit for this chair?

The idea of imagining Pranab Da as taking the Guard of honors on republic day parade at Raisina Hills is exiting. But if we accept that all those good and experienced people we need to run our country are on verge of extinction like Asiatic lions, then situation is very grim.

Is our faulty system is responsible?  We are unable produce just four or five people to produce eligible candidate in a 5 year gap? If this situation is existing at this apex level then it will beyond comprehension to think of all other office bearers in other government offices.

I don’t know which way our country is heading?

I can’t stop myself humming….

Kadmo ko zamin pe tikata chal,jeevan to dhoka hai tu khata chal

Kya bhala?kya bura?kya khota?kya khara?

In sab me khoyega to jee nahi payega...

Batman-The Dark Knight Rises is a fantastic 'entertainment' with a little bit of cinema in it. A guy open fired at the moviegoers in Denver(the city known for country music man, John Denver…country roads take me home to the place I belong..) the reason coz of which I added this serious tag 'cinema' with it. After all, movies are all about implementing in our daily chores.

Only one fact which was difficult to assimilate when I first glanced at morning newspaper, how a youth can open fire in such a prudent manner, killing 15 and injuring 50s others. A majestic shooter! I would recommend Indian Olympic association to get that fellow bailed and produce him as a shooter in London Olympic from our side. We might get assured of few medals.

Talking about London Olympics, I know the whole carp how Karan Johar got himself on list of guests along with our P.M. Well the whole story was narrated by a Scottish chukroo who works as fitness trainer to Pippa Middleton (oh! I love hr a**… I mean arm...every time I am not that straight...

Statuary Warning: If things are read as it is without pondering on my fishnets of words it would be far easier to the readers. ;-)  ).

The story goes like this:

'His majesty was eager to invite Jennifer Lopez to the grand opening of Olympics. So he called one of his office staff of the royal family and said in very grave manner “also include J LO ". The bearer who have a desi Indian tinge after watching Karan’s kkkg, khnh, kank and other ks, and was scolded by his wife in same morning about his negligence to buy her DVDs of other Karan’s movies, was humming K JO…K JO… KJO in his mind to keep him reminded about the after office shopping work. So he ended up inviting K JO to the ceremony.'

So if His Majesty is still expecting J LO to turn up; sir send her intimation. It’s never too late to mend!

Ya...ya...One more thing yesterday I got an email in which an avid reader mailed asked me in an inquisitive manner. 'R u really a maniac like you sounds in your writing'.

So Ms. whatever u are, wherever u are, just make one thing clear, I am not that maverick.

It’s just a state called joblessness in which a person getting bored of snoring tries to 'kill his time' in another "useless" way.

Cocktail of Life

Past few days back I was:

Reading newspaper's editorials, novels, eating and snoring away.

Waiting anxiously for my college to start. Literary I am now getting bored of this banal routine, just wasting my time in sleep. Sleeping away!  May be I am unable to withstand the truth of life and its complexity and want to shut my eyes same as a grey color pigeon closes its eyes when a black, frowning cat attacks it, planning to kill the bird and that stupid pigeon, thinking that it will prevent that killer leap of the cat to its appetite hunt and pretend to fool death.

Life is what you make it as Preeti Shenoy claims; May be her determination can overcame even destiny but not mine. I am still struggling with my mundane presence.

After all, for me “life” is like helping a tiny toddler to buy candies, who with wide gaping eyes & by awesome pink color wrapping of chocolate, points toward the container of bars and you help him buy them. Later, when he tuck the bar between  his lips and take a swift bite he throws away the chocolate and makes an awful face, and you realize that it was not liked  by that infant and you, showing a great deal of mercy buys him some other toffee.

Later in life when that neonate grows up and he makes same choice in another field and ends up being on losers side, this time the pink wrapping and the chocolate inside it nothing but merely a metaphor of time space, and obviously  history. Then he will be told him in a stern manner "look! You put all your pennies and effort on it, and since it was your choice and you are alone responsible for all the wrong happenings". 

This time there may be two aspect of history:

Either the individual loses the strife or he stands up once again in a strident manner and changes the perspective of things around him. 

The editorials have nothing interesting in it, not in my interest as I think gleefully. Usually an article will be there, cursing the present government for inflation and G.D.P.  I usually skip that part except sometimes a political cartoon is printed in middle of the printed matter and I give a vague look to it. The clear cut reason is I don't have a family to support nor I am in a prospect of that. So I don't have to worry about the recent rate histograms of onion, vegetable and other groceries. Neither, I have to worry whether the recent petrol rate is 71.81 rupees and I have to shell out a clear 500 rupees currency note with smiling Gandhi Ji (may be seeing our pathetic condition and thinking about his good old days, the India of dreams, brings an ear to ear smile on his face) to get your gasoline hungry fuel tank being filled. The simple fact is I don’t have any vehicle which runs on any kind of liquid brought to our country through pipelines from Iran or Middle East but I am in present possession of Mr. MacMillan’s inventory. A bicycle!

Inflation and population in India, of India, is like continental drift...ever increasing. Recent survey showed us that it is the best topic to be discussed at tea time in Indian households. Other gossips include Sunny Leone, Mamata Banerjee and Mayawati.

What else a mango man (aam admi) can do except exerting his frustration in dharna, speeches and articles.

Other articles in the editorial include the political war between Palestine and Israel, in which I have very less interest. I only know three words Yasser Arafat, Hamas and Gaza in the whole massacre. And it will be least shrewd for me to tell which one of the above three are hanging on which frontier and I will be ending up with both parties tracking down me. After all I am afraid of Mussad.

I read some article on Robert Zoë lick and the search for his Successor. Why don't they give me a chance to chair World Bank?

I am smiling by the mere imagination of a person handling billions of liquidity who never subscribe to the yellow pages himself. Probably I would end up as transferring all money from Barak Obama's bank account; relief fund for the people of Africa and the genocidal countries to the account of Justin Bieber.

Of many, two novels which I read recently are worth mentioning. One is "Delhi is not far" by Ruskin Bond and other "The shadow lines" by Amitav Ghosh.

Ruskin Bond, another Bond known to me apart from James Bond, chemical Bond, Dative Bond and Ionic Bond. The writer known for his children stories was introduced to me by C.B.S.E in my high school English literature book through his work "The night train at deoli".

Being Awarded the by The Sahitya Academy and The Padamas and loads of other laurel he is simplest man in the novel, presumed by many literary research scholars as his autobiography or a novel encircling his life.

The protagonist is an Urdu novelist struggling himself as a full time writer.

There are other characters also, boring and fed up by their melancholy state in a dusty city called Pipalnagar. The novella opens up the ‘white dove dreams emotions’ in which we often feel cuddled in some or the other phase of our life. The book is full of all those small town incidences of which our India is still struggling.

Other book “The shadow lines” deals with human emotions and the dichotomy of countries, areas and cultures. It is a novel which is hung between the violence of 20^th century world and India.  From World War II, partition of Bangladesh (the then East Pakistan) and riots in Kolkata (the then Calcutta).

The lighter side of the novel tells us about the narrator memories of childhood (all those small memoirs fading away from our memories) and his cousin Tribdib. It is part where all the hilarious side of Amitav Ghosh comes up.

Talking about Cocktail…the bollywood affair written by Imtiaz Ali. The movie is just an entertainment, Saif hanging up with Pinty and Padukone. A guy with two girls going hand in hand, a condition which is rare and beyond comprehension of Indians, on account of declining sex ratio. So obviously the movie had to based in London. And so it is!

According to my hypothesis, there are two kind of movies made and watched. One is cinema, which is a theme based issue, which compels you to use your brain and imagination to answer the question coming up in your mind after watching the movie.  Other is entertainment, which is a theme less issue, no idea, vague script and worst cinematography.

In first category you may find the movie boring, but this is the real cinema. Watch Nandita Das Firaaq…or any other movie directed by her. Try Amol Apte’s.  Watch Vishal Bhradwaj’s movie. You can also try Madhur Bhandarkar’s, apart from loads of them in LA.

I am still reminded of how I thought for about 3 days after watching ‘water’ and each time only one question popped up in my mind. Why she left him and loses her life herself?

Talking about category two…it includes all those movies which are made as a profit and loss game. Don’t think I have any prejudice toward those movies; some of them are good too. But the bottom line is “They are simply entertainment”.

And Cocktail is a complete 3 hour entertainment driving in between all the stale love triangles of Bollywood.

Even If u reach the Himalayas, you are still climbing just a mountain…

weekend and relationship ends...

After loading my previous blog on the weekend, not the small ones they are just fillers, I am talking about my novel and gym blog, I thanked the week and how everything went so smoothly even amazed me.

"This is the problem with you" many times she said to me (for her I have too many problems but see, I never discovered them my self, after you came in my life you discovered all of them and left me solve them all alone. Anyway for this amazing discovery I am in a midway of talk with The Royal Swedish Academy, they will arrange a prize for you. They have a good experience in this subject. They even adjusted Mr. Obama for piece (peace) prize). Amazing! When I typed Obama it is red underlined telling me some sort of mistake. When I right clicked it showed Osama in correction. Try it. I request the FBI to arrest all these Microsoft office software designers who are respecting Osama more than Obama.

May be someone gets more recognition after death.

Now I am waiting for my death or I am using an older version.

"You want your life to be problematic; life is so easy to live". Indeed your Majesty, high words, my life is problematic because of me.

Like I send invitations to problems and then I pretend that I am having too much pain but in reality I am enjoying it. Heck...

I went to my bed because I was very tired. Writing blog is very easy for me, but what makes it worth paying is, the extensive research I have to do regularly on the internet.

My sleep was interrupted by "careless whisper”; my ringtone, one of most refined vocals by George Michael. This ringtone I assigned to her call (my mamma always says when this kind of ringtone u talk too longer, may be your old friend calls u. yes mommy you can keep guessing.)  Yes I am too childish, but it feels very cute.

After two or three vague movement of my hand around my pillow, I luckily found my phone.

"Hello, where r u?"Saying like I am playing hide and seek with her and now she is asking me, like I will appear from a bush nearby yelling see -here I am...

“In my bed” I replied hoping that she will hung up thinking  it’s not good to disturb someone in sleep. But actually people don’t disturb lion, tiger or any wild animal, fearing it will become prudent. This is not applicable in case of humans because generally we are not cannibals.

"What the hell are you doing there?"She inquired. Now what u do in your bed?

(When you are alone! Readers don't think too much. ;-) It will harm your virtual memory).

Mostly we boys sleep on bed, do gals can do anything more exciting than sleeping on bed when they are alone, then please feel free to share it with me.

"Why so early" huh...Million dollar question, even I don’t know why I am sleeping so early and giving a potential threat to my nocturnal habit.

Saying "I don’t know" to a girl is far more dangerous as she will think you are pretending not to talk or hiding something and this suspicion will further give mighty  exertion to her  pea sized brain and more useless question will pour in. ( I am not a male chauvinist but sorry gals this way life goes on...be brave! Face the truth)

"Ok let's hang out “as she continued and saved me from pouring out some potentially hazardous stuff.

It was Saturday and the usual hangout for teenager like us is club...I am reminded of a classmate who used to go to temple on sat (ayushman bhav putra).

It was usual rush of sat in "code" a new night club near Yamuna banks. Paying "my" and "mine" charges and looking at the stags and feeling sorry for them (sometimes you feel blessed to be in a relationship, but only "sometime").

Like a true patriotic Indian we grabbed the free drinks.

Taking advantage of "free" is hereditary in Indian blood and it is a hot topic of research in many universities abroad. I proudly proved my sample. So all you guys toiling hard in labs doing  research on this anthropological aspect must say thanks to me...thank u sir...no not this way u morons, give me another one and that too free!

Free pe free. Double dhamaka!

"So u want a break in ours..."she said looking into my eyes.

Oh shit!

I just discussed it with one of my friend and this bastard told her that I “want”…yr I was just taking opinions not giving decision.

Although our tongue weighs very little but only few people are able to hold it.

Actually I am joining my college at my place and she is joining at her owns. And practically from my view most LDRs don't work.

LDR-long distance relationship (lo ab do do rakho, as defined by my friend).

Imagining my self as thrown out of the disco by a bouncer 10 times larger than me, after making hell in club because of this squabble. I initiated to save myself.

"Enjoy , its not like that” I replied like I really don’t care.

After boozing up we went to the dance floor, as the DJ waved to me in the scarlet lights of floor. He was previously in “frog” but now chilling up in “code”. It often feels good when somebody old waves at you, you are treated like an old friend and people nearby give u inquisitive looks.

After formal night out I dropped her to her P.G. and came back to my room. Actually loads of other stuffs happened too, but are u expecting me to share them too?

She would chop my head off!

Anyway it’s not my room but I am using it since my friend to whom the room actually belongs, is on a summer visit to his home in the Raining state of Meghalaya. OMG...I love that place…it rains all the time and I have a long and primitive affair with monsoon.

After a hectic outing, I literary fell on my couch and slept there.

As usual the next morning which actually pay the cost of booze.

My head was so heavy and dizzy; I was feeling like the epical story of Mahabharata being played with Pandavas fighting with the Kauravas in land of kurukshertra (my cranium).

I popped two pills of Acetylsalicylic acid (oh c’mon it’s just aspirin)-The age old remedy for treating hangover.

I took a bath and went to see a literary friend of mine in reading cafe near Hauz Khas.

The friend was sitting in a far corner of cafe. The friend said that the blogs are interesting. (Look the friend is smiling too). J

We discussed on some newspaper article and then the friend dropped me at station and I returned back to my city. It was nearly midnight. I sat down to write my blog but all can see was empty screen smiling with sarcasm. Probably I need to change my mind I thought  as I flipped through the pages newspaper..A day older. But since I don’t know what happened today around the globe, I found the yesterday's news to be new.

Tom cruise and Katy Holmes split and DSK’s split. The two news which, once again reminded me of my blog. I discussed the Captain Sparrow and parades row in it.

Why do we want divorce in love marriage? May be I agree with you that going hands in hands, hanging out together, to love each other just do not make good marriages in many cases.

But the basic reason which makes you feel to take a split after having kids and settling is still out of my mind.

Probably one loves too much and other loves too many.

I started my browser to see latest news updates. Among many, the most exciting and happening story was the German rise. Oh don’t feel heavy, no Hitler this time claiming world war III.

They won the euro by doing the Italian job. Previously they won the world cup.

So they are dominating the football scenario from past few years.

My favorite player Karim Benzema disappointed me this season. Probably Everyday is not for many.

But one day he will again bring that someday.

All you have to do is to keep the faith.

mark 170

reached page review...170...still counting on...thanx to Renato,Mazir and Geetangili..
thank u all..wait for all interesting stuff to come...
loads of them on platter...

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sorry no blogging...boozed up on sat...suffered from hangover on Sunday...started writing yesterday...but still adding few information....not up to the mark...
i will publish it asap
enjoy:)

of novels and gym...

Oops….sorry for this late uploading, but I went to see my eye doc and he advised me for refraction, to  check whether my F TV love have gone too far and effecting  my eyes. Reports will come on Tuesday, till then I am sitting with my finger crossed and yes watching midnight shows!

Hi readers how are you. To share with you what blasts I did in past few days, when I was out of this blogging kind of stuff, I would rather prefer to share it slowly and on gazing in spaces in my memory. Try to understand yr, I am not that chotu of Panjabi dhaba and will enumerate the dinner menu.

Ok lets think..From where we left..Talking of my reading instinct, I completed "Sea of poppies". I also read "The Broker" by John Grisham. It's a political cum federal novel with little bit of usual toppings of Mr. Grisham hilarious lines. I purchased the novel from second hand book shop. 

For a person like me who is living on zero income, and handling an extravagant girl friend who always think talking on phone is easier than chatting. May be I can't talk, oh no no I am not suffering from broca's defect, actually I can’t express myself by talking. I can type hundreds of sms to her but no airtel idea suits me of "expressing yourself" while talking. Another reason may be that she gets dominated by  the idea that she is far more entertaining than me, by just saying and no hearing while talking to me on phone, because I reply only yes or no..Or any word less than 5 or 6 alphabets. 

Silence is the most powerful scream…but who cares.

Instead of  buying  a book of some international famed writer by paying 300 bucks, I would rather prefer to spend it on buying some music cd's because I think it is the arena where quality matters, quality costs and quality pays.

Another novel which I am going to tell you about, I got it from my old friend. I went to meet him at his place when he showed me his library, which was according to him, was just a cellar but a cellar of books but according to me it was a vast collection.

I don’t know why people are so less confident of their things, places and personality.

I still remember the warden of my boarding school in my 4th std, who was a retired Colonel from army, always said...”Believe in your assets, whatever you have". 

So after so many searches in that shelve I only found one book. The reason may be either most of the books were biographies of some supernatural men who accidently visited earth. I don’t understand why the hell they write biographies, the same thing I asked from one of my friend. "To know them more closely, so that we can learn from them...” she replied hastily. Ok...Let’s think we will or our younger generation will read the biographies and will inculcate The steps taken by them in their daily life. Then my loud and clear question is, "where is our identity?" by simply intimating them, we will not be able to bring out that uniqueness in us for which the nature made us.

 Do Gandhi ji ever read biographies of George Washington? You may not be able to answer this question but one thing you will agree that he simply did what he felt correct and important to do and became a success. 

Reading autobiographies is good because the person narrates his true life, the problems and how he overcame those obstacles. This may help us to improve our quality of life.

But reading biographies which presume the person to be a perfect creature carved in well planned moulds is a waste of resource.

Another reason may be, most of the novels were love stories(the same stale  stories of guy and a gal and inspire handling all dipped pretzels he gets his love at the end) and were written by writers like Chetan Bhagat,Janvir Singh etc. I categories the works as "station works" because most of them are sold as wheelers on railways or bus stand across the country and purchased by tourist and travelers  to kill the time...and do the postmortem of love in boredom. 

Talking about Chetan Bhagat, the worst grammar..feel like spitting. I don’t claim that my grammar is stupendous but a writer of that fame having such a bad grammar like of a mid school going guys astonishes me. But in country like this there is no reason why things work this way. 

My uncles’ driver listen to Akon and Eminem, even though his English ends with few greetings and exclamation and his signature in this language.

Why Rajnikant works in highly literate area of country, even the fools among the movie goers must have asked how an electric pole can bend but never breaks the actor head. How these stupid movies work there?

Many times she asked me why u talks so nonsense and every time I replied that this whole world seems to be senseless how I can behave sensible. 

I understand the human nature of increasing towards higher entropy but this is disorderliness.., Catastrophic.

Senselessuniverse my blog's name evolved around these reasons.

But here it’s like “chalta hai". 

I also read Mr. Bhagat but I never referred anyone the novel, because there are far more better things to read…U can try Arvind Adiga,Tabish Khair, Tishani Doshi, and many others.

Finally I borrowed "The disclosure" by Michael Crichton from him.

A writer known for Jurassic park and Pirating latitudes, both of which are experimented on celluloid as Jurassic park(Steven Spielberg fame) and Pirates of Caribbean(Johnny Depp fame). Both  the movies proved to be big Hollywood moneymakers. 

For Johnny Depp, I felt really sorry for their divorce. So Mr. Depp now can I date Vanessa parades? take her out for candle light(tube light) dinner near Effil tower. ;-)

Please don’t get angry, last time I asked the question from Marc Anthony and he banged my head on counter saying “from Jennifer with love”

The novel is about office and cubicle politics, set in backdrop of raining weather of Seattle. A city known for grunge music, excellent sausages and Kurt Cobain.

Talking about my progress in gym, I am feeling like giving up. In Past few weeks I am constantly pushing the earth down(ready) 30 times and doing many other things with dumbbells. But I am unable to see any change.  At least I can’t have it like Sylvester Stallone but I could have likes of Toby Maguire kind.

Its human tendency to work result oriented. We work only when we see result or have assurance of that.

How can I continue? Except feeling dehydrated in this season and seeing one or two drop of sweat, how can I feel satisfied?

my silence

As enigma powerfully sung, silence must be heard, noise must be observed....i was screaming from past few days.
while reading this blog either of the following question must popped in your head:
why i was not writing this blog?
        OR
Why i am back now?
some may be encountering both of them...
The simplest and cute answer for this is, i don't felt like...
I don't felt like writing. Now its a strong feeling to return back...

My blog is Midway in the drafts section.

So till then enjoy...:-)

Reading the novel page by page, I found it difficult to understand few lines.

I am always advised by my literary friends to read very refined works of writer after reading a lot others, in other words I wasn't mature enough to read these "Booker" and "Nobel" nominated works. But I don't care, I am in mood to read Gurudev's Gitanjali, the poet who bought the Nobel Prize in literature in 1913, first Nobel to colonial India and then one after another we claimed the last one, received by V. Ramakrishnan. Saying he is PIO (Person of Indian origin). Where were our criteria when “ribosome man” requested for a lab project in India to then Prime Minister Indira Gandhi.

Anyway I liked the way the Nobel laureate replied to Indian Diaspora after getting the prize.

Tit for tat.

In Indian poets Tagore has influenced my life more than others, the reason I don't understand, maybe I have many Bengali friends. If this is valid reason then I have more friends  from uttarakhand, I should be more influenced by Sumitra Nandan Pant.  But exceptions are always inevitable.

Talking about Tagore, I still remember his poems, starting from national anthem which we learnt, and sing daily in morning assembly’s right from kindergarten to Pre University.

Still in many occasion I proudly stand n feel the nationalism rushing through my veins when national anthem is played.

Then in mid school we came across his poem “where the head is held high and mind is without fear"

Whether Tagore helped me in broadening of my spectrum in literature is a controversial aspect for me, but he surely helped me in keeping dreadlocks. Yes! Many times when I encountered inquisitive people asking about my hairs, I escaped by saying that I am copying Gurudev’s.

Talking about  SEA OF POPPIES, it’s a good novel with Bhojpuri as toppings on very excellent English, the choice of words, the sense of imagination, the jargon of mariners, all stupendous.

The story starts in different part of colonial India, Ghazipur and Kolkata, all characters later come under one roof, the IBIS...a ship...And later story ends with two of prisoner escaping from the ship.

The story ends, to be continued in next novel...to be in shelves in few months.

Completing the novel in 14 hours, I was exhausted totally. So i grab a short nap of few hours.

I woke up by sound of my alarm, no snoozing, I thought as I pressed "ok" tab on screen.

I carefully placed the book in my bag and pushed in beneath the bed, postponing the idea of unpacking it.

Facing the power failure in my incredible India, waiting for 3hrs to resume it normally...The next thing I did is to write this blog.

While writing this blog a question popped up in my mind, do i have to write it regularily? I mean on daily basis?weekly? So i thought to seek help from my old friend who is writing loads of blog nowadays,wrote a novel and in middle of another one.
So, what he replied is..that depends on me..huh.. thank you anyway but i knew this answer..depends on me yr.. of course,my blog my rules.

My fellow readers, is there some blog manners or protocol out there, then please let me know.

Haan..continuing my story about my adventure towards gym kinda thing..
The very next morning i called up the man..after few minutes of formalities  i finally reached the point.

"why don't you drop sometime in my gym?" he finally said.
"ok..i'l..for sure" and i wrote his address in my draft.

One thing i missed was to completely unpack my luggage..jst came home n took out clothes,the one i needed. So i opened my trolley and started to arrange things on my bed.
In middle of this, i saw a packet, in fact a gift packet.
Oh the gift, i thought and quickly opened the wrapping. Inside it, was another packet, word "crossword" stamped on it.
With ease than the outer wrapping, inner one opened..hah..to my exitement..thick..yellowish cover with a petal of papaver s.  printed on it.

So she knew, that i liked Amitav Ghosh, I was happy that i have got one more book in my shelf.

SEA OF POPPIES

It's not beyond imagination that i discussed many times amitav ghosh with her, i still remember how i adore "Hungry Tides". But it was beyond imagination that she would give me this book.

I think we should tell the person what we want in present, or there must be any kind of "code of conduct" of giving gifts.

Oh..plz dnt take it other way..i liked her gift but it was just an idea which glanced in my mind.

Ok..if i would have to gift someone, i usually go to giftgallery and then i often get confused..

Ok..what kind of gifts gals mostly like..choclates(nah..too much boring)
Cards(heck..too much formal)
Teddy(no..no..too much childish)
Then what? In the end i buy some choclates n gift it to the the "subject".
Now talking about boys..what do we find good..watches..t shirts..books..a pair of jeans..
I still remember once i compiled all the favorite  songs of my friend to whom i was gifting and made a nice DVD with video animation. Pretty good, he must have  liked it(as i thought).
But unfortunately his pet chewed that DVD and the DVD made it way to litter bin.
Next day wen he told me this incidence, i replied proudly"see..even your pet liked it"
"nah..only dogs like your gifts"as he replied with a mouthful of pastries tucked in his mouth.


Simple adulation,i wanted.But who cares?

Hell..what can i do yr..now i think i'l ask the person what he/she wants me to gift.

Now coming back to the book, i turned the pages..oh i'l read it..now? No no..need something to eat first.
I searched the fridge downstairs,but some water bottle and milk packet..nothing else.
Mom was busy with bro on tv..must be some boring reality show going on.
I sometime thinks these so called "reality" shows are fixed. What do you think..shooting takes place at once..are there no "retakes"? Once i asked these question to one of my friend who was a die hard fan of these shows.
In the end what i got the answer"finally..its a kind of entertainment na.."
Yes..foolish entertainment,i thought.

On sincere search of kitchen and interrupting mom many times, i decided to make an omlette..hah..murgi kya jane ande ka kya hoga lyf milegi ya tawe par fry hoga..han tawe par fry hoga.

After a light meal of bread and omlette i decided to go back to the book,and dropped the idea of gym. Who on earth like me gonna leave this beautiful work and do some weightlifting in unknown gym.

Now before i start my book,i am signing out. Rest we will continue tomorrow..
Take care...Have a lovely day ahead..Keep smiling
And remember one thing in life

We only know the importance of something after missing it..and know what we were missing only  after achieving it....

vacations@home: after getting bored of sleeping(i think first time...

vacations@home: after getting bored of sleeping(i think first time...: after getting bored of sleeping(i think first time in my life),n so much Topsy turvy results in my PMTs..i thought seriously about my life....

after getting bored of sleeping(i think first time in my life),n so much Topsy turvy results in my PMTs..i thought seriously about my life...
n again i am answer less, i want control in my life, but as always my granny says, "boy,we are puppets,we simply imitate,what he wants us to do"
So no comment on that..mum...
Getting busy in some other stuff is a good idea..i don't want to be busy like corporate honchos...chasing money whole day and skirts whole night. But something unique, more interesting. i decided to join a gym,actually idea was not mine,but the pace at which my belly was protruding i decided. Again my grandpa an octogenarian was at rescue and advised me to pursue his morning jogs..heck..who on earth(like me) will be waking up so early.

Since i never been to any gymnasium,so most obvious query, which one to join? there are loads of them in city. So i called up my younger bro to get any advice,coz he is a sporty dude and many times have been in these stuffs, in worst case he knew any other guy who will guide me. After so much discussion about games and soft wares , i reached my point. "What kinda job do want?" he inquired like i was talking to a serial killer who is asking which way u want to kill the person.
"like..body shaping..fitness..stamina.." i replied.
"hmm..how many bucks you want to shell out?" a serious question for a person declared living Below Poverty line.
"like..i dunno..no idea" i shrugged.
"ok take this no..ex serviceman..he will help you out" as he opened his contacts..
"wow..touch"i exclaimed as seeing a palm size touchscreen in his hand.
"nah..no thing good.. Chinese". Oh this dragon economy clutched every nook and cranny of India.
Good idea,propagated by Mr. Jiabao, no war only economic dependence.
i carefully jolted down his number. "call him" and he waived of  to other room.

I lay on my bed..thinking about tomorrow n closed my eyes.

what... nothing..jobless..
only three work..eat..sleep..eat
sometime i dnt understand what i  want in life.. waiting for whole year n then when i reach home..2 or 3 days..poof.. i am jobless..

same happened before starting this blogg
oh i l write this much..this topic..that epic..those events
n huh..i am wordless..entire jargon seem to be incomprehensible...