Decoding the email-id

Email ids can often tell a lot about a person. After years of hard work, perseverance and dedicated research, I propose the following basic guidelines to assist you in analyzing a person based on her/his email-id:

  • ashish_29487@boring.com:Appending the date of birth at the end of name. Huh! Complete Lack of imagination.
  • supercool_ashish@onlinedating.com: Basically nerds trying to pass off as dudes and catch a few chicks(No offense).
  • ashish_jindal@luckyBastard.com: Your own name. You gotta be kidding me. Perhaps they are the ones who developed the email. Or their parents named them really differently, something like Annapannachanna. God, why didn’t my parents consider that. It also starts with an ‘A’.
  • ashish_iitd@arrogant.com: Obviously you all know we are the best minds in the nation.
  • love_hurts@devdaas.com: Made in frustration or just trying to woo some girls. A recent newspaper report said girls fall for sad people. Isn’t that sad?
  • ashdal93@stud.com: And then there are the real gem of people who use very creative and innovative email ids. Sample for example, first three letters of first name followed by last three letters of last name. Not just that, such people are gifted with an amazing foresight. Taking a cue from people who add their date of birth after the name, they add the year of their birth increased by six. The use? Well, when they turn 30, they can still pass off as being just 24 and flirt online. Lol! Amazing people. Hats off to them!

As an exercise, try your skills at finding out what these email ids mean

  • ashish007@humBhiJamesBond.com
  • ashish_waitingForGodot@showoff.com
  • modest_ashish@narcissism.com

She..

I spend all my mornings
Thinking about her
And the afternoons thinking
Why I think so much about her.
Thinking how she laughs
And how she makes me laugh
Thinking what I’ll do tomorrow
To make her again break into a laugh
And as I think this
I can see myself starting to smile
Thats why I think so much
About her all the while.

And as the shadows lengthen
So does my thinking about her
The stars come out
And we think together about her.
Think how I am incomplete without her
Just as they are devoid of sheen without the moon
Think how they twinkle only at night and get tired
But her eyes glitter, be it dusk or noon.

Sleep overpowers me and
All night long I dream about her
The morning sun comes out
And am still thinking about her.
Thinking how I always end up being rude to her
How I act like an arrogant dude with her
It’s not been even a day since she went away
But am going crazy already
Missing her all day long
And feeling sol saddy saddy.
So, I am still just thinking about her
Tears in my eyes
Am still thinking about her…..

But why?
Why do I think about her?
I do not need her
I do not depend on her
But no, I need her
I want to depend on her
I want her to hold me when I fall down
I want her to call me when I go out of town
I want her to scold me when I go wrong
I want her to every night sing me a song
So, I want her.
I don’t need her.
No, I need her
Need her to just sit by me
Need her to hold my hand
Need her to read my poems
And tell me I am stupid to write them
But again I need her for selfish reasons
So, actually anyone else would do
I don’t particularly need her.
No, I need just her.
If anyone else would have done
I would have forgotten her long ago
If anyone else would have done
I would not be writing this for her
If anyone else would have done
I would not still be thinking about her.
Thinking about her….

P.S. The title comes from Elvis Costello’s song in Notting Hill.
Now, you know why I am called Thinking J. Lol!

Frustrated J…

Foreword: This post is just a frustrated rant. Go find something interesting on some other blog.

Often in life we have to make a choice. We can be just a passive audience to whatever is happening, or we can stand against the wrong-doing. But for most of us, being a rebel is not an option. So, we can silently acquiesce with the situation trying to find some good in the evil or maintaining the moral high ground refuse to be a part of it all. That is to say, if we can’t stand against the wrong, it doesn’t mean that we stop standing with the right. I know I’ve lost you already but then its a complex melee of thoughts that is crowding my mind at the moment.

Just saying “life me aisa hi hota hai“, ain’t the solution to everything. I know crying over things all day long is also not a solution either but atleast register a protest, even if its a meek one. As the Obama campaign said,

“Rosa sat so Martin could walk…

Martin walked, so Obama could run…

Obama is running so our children can fly!”

Someone has to take an initiative. And that someone should come from among us. Who will make a difference, if we all keep waiting for the other person to do something.

Just wanted to vent it out……

Ciao!

Commercial Break

Well, given the drab nature of the second season of IPL, I enjoy the advertisements between the overs more than the Test match like cricket that the teams have been playing. Here are a few of the advertisements I simply love for their freshness and astute conceptualization.

An advertisement which I can totally relate to. Couldn’t have said it better.

AIRTEL: IMPATIENCE IS THE NEW LIFE

Umm, a million friends on internet, go GET A LIFE!

I love the chemistry in each and every ad in this series.

AIRTEL: NO CUTBACKS IN LOVE

Well, Airtel and schemes. Ha! who are they kidding?

I simply adored the pug in their earlier ads….These zoozoos are also sooooo… cute

VODAFONE:ZOOZOO ADs

Saw the new zoozoo ad with the kid playing alone on the see-saw, it was sad! But still, the Zoozoo ads are my current faves.

Enuf for now, there are a few other advertisemements I wanted to talk about, but in no mood anymore…..

Have a great weekend!

P.S. I have been paid by both Airtel and Vodafone to write this post.

Just Another Brick In the Wall

Priyadarshini Mattoo

Jessica Lall

Aarushi Talwar

Saumya Vishwanathan

Aman Kachroo

Shanno

Aakriti Bhatia

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The list goes on…..The same media coverage…the same candle marches…..the same pleas for justice…..the same arrests…the same bails…..and we move on to a new Breaking News, a new victim, a new Aarushi, a new Shanno. In a billion-plus nation, one life doesn’t mean anything.

When will we wake up? Perhaps when it happens to us…..don’t worry, the day ain’t far.

IPL- Let’s get started!!

So, the big day is here. Yea, this time it is in South Africa, but am all the more excited. I don’t go to the ground to watch the match anyway even in India. Now, at least we get to savour the South African beauty (no puns intended).

Here is a sneak preview of things to expect this summer in the biggest cricketing extravaganza version 2.0.

1. Sri Ram Sene is already mourning the loss of a golden opportunity with IPL shifted out. Maybe, they will come up with something innovative and stop women from watching matches even on TV. That is so against our culture. Did Seeta ever watch a cricket match? Radha never rooted for Mathura Milkers nor Draupadi supported the Hastinapur Royals. The ideological recession is hurting us more than the economic downturn.

2. Expect some healthy rivalry between Shilpa Shetty and Preity Zinta. Who will hug more players, whose better half will be seen bringing cold-drinks for the madame more number of times, and who will give the dumbest quote after losing a match. Imagine Shilpa Shetty saying, “Pehle Rajasthan Royals hamesha jeetti thi…ab ek bhi match nahi….(sobbing) I don’t want to be remembered as a “team-breaker”.

3. Oh, how can I forget the politicians. It doesn’t get better than the combo of elections and IPL.

Varun Gandhi (after Harbhajan slaps someone again): Jo haath humare player par uthenge, hum woh haath kaat denge.

Sanjay Dutt(after Kolkata Knight Riders lose again): Is team ka owner ek Muslim hai, isliye umpires hamesha cheating karke ise hara dete hain.

Mulayam Singh: Yeh saala English commentary band kar deni chahiye. Kuchh samajh hi nahi aata.

Mayawati: Hyderabad Deccan Chargers ka naam badalkar B.R.Ambedkar Dalit Swabhimaan Rakshak rakhna chahiye.

Laloo Prasad Yadav (after Dravid scores 10 runs off 30 balls): Agar hum team ka maalik hote, toh is sasura Dravid par road-roller chala dete. Hat budbuck.

P.Chidambaram(after Sreesanth throws a shoe at Harbhajan): I understand that Justice has been delayed. I forgive him.

Barak Obama (after Bangalore Royal Challengers finally win one match): If they can, WE ALSO CAN.

L.K.Advani (after MSD’s team beats Punjab): MSD knows that Yuvraj is a weak captain. He asks Preity Zinta about every decision he takes.

Manmohan Singh (after Dravid is forced to play aggressively and gets out): Main itni kamzor “wall” nahi, jo kabhi bhi toot jaaye.

Raj Thakre: Mumbai Indians me hum bhaiyya logo ko nahi khelne denge.

Sanjay Dutt(after Punjab loses and Preity Zinta is fuming with rage): I’ll give her a hug and a kiss. But she has to promise she will change her name to Preity Wadia after marriage.

Ram Vilas Paswan: Hum agar satta me aaye toh kamzor teams ko 20 ki jagah 25 overs milenge. Aur Bangalore Royal Challengers ke saare decision ICC ya BCCI ke rules ke according nahi, Bangalore Personal Cricket Law Board ke hisaab se honge.

Sharad Pawar: I am also thinking about buying some stake in a team. Just waiting to see who makes the maximum profit.

Ofcourse, there are a thousand more quotes….saving them from future posts….

4. The match duration has now been extended by fifteen minutes with two seven and a half minutes breaks after ten overs of each innings. Expect some grand fireworks there. Maybe, taking a cue from Akshay Kumar, Delhi Daredevils’ players will get their trousers unbuttoned by some fan. But they wear pyajamas, so you know what unbuttoning would mean.

5. Another benefit of the venue being shifted, now Mr Vijay Mallya can go watch the matches with all the girls he want. He can also shoot the new calendar there. Don’t know much about the laws there but guess that SRK can smoke more freely. And hopefully, there will be no black-out in the ground this time around. Just praying that the same holds true at home as well.

More than a century ago, a young Indian called MohanDas KaramChand Gandhi started his world-changing journey from the Portean land, let’s see what SA does with IPL which already has changed the way cricket is played in modern times.

P.S. Having written the first point, I suddenly see the motivation behind John Buchanan’s multiple captain theory. After every ten overs, a break and a new captain.

The XKCD link was pointed by Smit. (I was forced to write this)

Family Banters…..

So, its a loong long weekend at home. Now that both my sisters are married, its just me, mom and Dad. And this is how our conversations sound these days…..

Dad: Kitna sota hai Ashish. 10:30 baj rahe hain. Kal mere saath subah 5 baje park chalna.

My mom starts laughing uncontrollably and I heave a sigh of relief…..

Dad: What happened to the YES+ thing you were talking about? Join nahi kiya is baar bhi?

Me: Dad, they try to infuse enthusiasm in you. But if I have enough enthusiasn to go to their sessions, why would I need more enthusiasm?

Again, Mom laughing. She is a darling.

Dad: There is a 5 day camp coming up in May. Something related to Naturopathy. They take you out to some quiet town and there you feel rejuvenated. Fresh air and sleeping without any tensions help a lot.

Me: Dad, I already sleep for 16-17 hours in a day. Do you still think I am under stress? Fir baad me mat kehna, saara din sota rehta hai.

Ok, you know what my mom did.

Mom: Ashish, I have grown quite old.

Dad: Yeah, you will be turning 50 next year.

Me: Let’s celebrate. Golden jubilee. Wow!

Dad: Itni saari candles laani padengi. Bahut kharcha ho jaayega.

Me: Woh to hai. Ek candle le aate hain ‘L’ ki.

Mom: L??

Me: Woh Roman me….

Mom: Oye angrez, waapas aa jaa India me….

Me: Oki, we will get a ’5′ and a ’0′.

Mom: Ashish, ab kaam nahi hota mujhse. Shaadi kar le. Woh ghar par rahegi humaare saath, tu aa jaana weekends par.

Me: kaam waali chhutti par hai kal? Ek aur rakh lo, sasti padegi.

Mom: Arre, kaam ki baat nahi hai. I get so bored alone.

Me (thinking hard to escape the situation):…….

(a pause of 2-3 minutes)

Dad: Waise sasti toh padegi.

And now, its me and Dad laughing like crazy.

P.S. Most of the conversations we have are in Hindi or some form of Haryanvi. Presented here in English for the general masses who don’t know Hindi. I sincerely pray to God that Mulayam Ji come to power and stop English education and computers. Who need them? Duh!

A New Space….

Well friends, as your Vaishakhi gift, I am starting a brand new blog Reflections.

So, if you feel like, hop over, take a look and if you like something, leave a comment. Don’t like something, read it again, you probably didn’t understand it properly. Someone (most probably me) once said that Philosophers are always honored 30-40 years later for their work. So, these poems will sure make it to the school texts of your grandchildren, better read them 3-4 times now and understand ‘em properly. Lol.

And don’t forget to bookmark the page cuz I couldn’t think of an easy domain name like exotic (memory trick: erotic). It’s a clumsy www.myflirtwithpoetry.wordpress.com.

To new starts, CHEERS!

P.S. Actual Reasons:

Well, a lot of poems I write never make it to this blog cuz either they are incomplete or I am not satisfied with them. Earlier, I used to put all that stuff on my private blog. But I have deleted that one now; was becoming too negative of late. Also, most of my poems tend to be in Hindi and I post both the English transliteration and Hindi version, making this page rather cluttered. So, this blog to keep track of the poems, incomplete as they may be (as if other stuff on this blog is complete….But now u r used to it….lol). And most importantly, these blogs come for free….mera kya jaata hai….tumhe gift bhi de diya aur kuchh laga bhi nahi…..proper Baniya types…..lol.

Leave the shoes for the Lovers…..

joote khaana kabhi naseeb tha tere aashiq ka
kya pata tha mue neta humse ye sukun bhi chheen lenge
ab bas patthar hi bache hain tere majnu ke liye
par ye beimaan neta zyada din wo bhi rehne na denge.

जूते खाना कभी नसीब था तेरे आशिक का
क्या पता था मुए नेता हमसे यह सुकून भी छीन लेंगे
अब बस पत्थर ही बचे हैं तेरे मजनू के लिए
पर ये बेईमान नेता ज्यादा दिन वो भी रहने न देंगे.

On a serious note, I think this entire shoe episode has set a dangerous precedent in our democracy and must be condemned in the strongest possible words. Yes, the system is slow, we have lost all hope, but still……throwing shoes ain’t the way out. Its a vicious never ending cycle. Entering Harmandir Sahab was wrong. But so was killing Indira Gandhi. And so were the riots that followed. One wrong can’t correct the other. Express your dissent, but leave the shoes for the lovers.

55er (The Innocent Half)

‘Didn’t you like the cake, Aditya?’, Rama asked. It was her birthday but something was wrong. Adi didn’t finish his favourite chocolate cake. He looked funny wearing half pants in winter. He even danced only for half of the song.

“Mom, I promised I’ll score 10 on 10 in the test. I just got 5.”

P.S. For the uninitiated, a 55er means that you have to write a 55 word story. Try it, ’tis fun.