Friday, February 13, 2009

KoOwaAyTi BuS

I ride on a bus every day, it has always been an enriching experience, and for somebody like me with zero acumen for business riding in a bus probably taught me more about corporate life and business than those years of sending CV’s and letters faking motivation to multinationals.

After 4 attempts to organize my thoughts at "where,who and when" TO DO's I figured considering our audience, "what" would be more appropriate.

But then enough has been written on that.... so....

Do Not’s

1) Do not sit next to ninja’s, They are actually women, any attempt to know the time, place or a random comment on weather will be taken as an hostile attempt to violate, outrage and molest their character and modesty. You could be stoned to death, with stones i mean.

2) Do not carry currency of high value. Because by the time you get down you might have had an entire Kuwait tour, know the driver, know of his brave ancestors and how they were the first in his village to install an in house toilet while the others looked for doorsteps, also a logical theory to justify 8 kids, while wifey expects again. Although he did assure me that he considers retiring after the 11th and assist his elder son in his endeavors to carry on the family name.

3) Do not forget to carry a mini fire extinguisher or always try and look around for one that hasn’t been used considering the freak fires that take place on board. Try not sitting next to somebody who’s had a heavy meal of daal gosht and is pretty audible when it comes to letting you know as he and his fellow riders use their talents to bring out a background score to your life using inflammable gases trapped within going Brurrrrrr bhuttt bhuttt bhutttaaeer phut phut phooooooooooooooo.

4) Do not forget to carry a revival kit, when you walk into a bus you only take in the visual diversity, the experience comes when the air conditioner doesn’t work and you realize that the other riders are conservation activists’ hell bent on saving water. Over time and loads of journeys you might even tell an Indian smell from an Egyptian or distinguish the malayali coconutty smell from the general Indian. I am sure you’re wondering why the revival kit, well a lot of new guys who walk into the bus for the first time look forward to experiencing the diversity end up fainting cos they take in a little too much of it, since nobody on the bus has an onion, they use the next best thing … their socks .. carrying a revival kit to show the victim after he regains his conscious just assures him that it wasn’t a malayali sock that went up his nose and throat… and even though the taste seemed familiar. Ummmmm.

Please come prepared, if you do see someone on the bus in a frogman’s suit, Smile and wave, That’s me.




Note: Contrary to Charges, We at Team Break D Rules have tried not to kill fellow riders during the course of our research, although we did have some casualties on our side, rest have checked into rehab.

Monday, April 14, 2008

CloSe CaLL

Quick round of updates ….
Came back to India for a good 3 month extended holiday majority of which was spent on chicken farms, buffalo farms, goat farms and my bathroom trying to get rid of the smell from the first three….

Quick update… I’m currently in Kuwait…

Had a shaky start… I survived a very bad car accident yesterday. The van I was traveling in burst a tyre on a busy 8 lane highway … at a 110 km/h it went right... it went left and then before I react to what was happening it turned upside down.. The windshield shattered with glass pieces tearing into my skin.. it kept rolling over again and again and the super smart me didn’t have a seatbelt on.. the van stopped only after we crashed into the road side…. The car is in no condition to be ever used again and I have no clue how I managed to see the light or stand after it all got over… the driver came off with minor pains while I came out with light bruises and scratches all over... but no major injuries … considering the high speed and the three summersaults our van made my mind went blank and in the final moments when we went crashing on the road side block I knew that this was it… there was no way I was getting out of this one…. An ambulance arrived and got a quick scan.. I only had external injuries and scratches..

This was the first time I’ve come so close to death…. I couldn’t close my eyes when I saw us crashing the road side, I just had a feeling that I wouldn’t survive this one… we crashed.. I heard the driver calling out my name.. The sweetest sound … I fell out of the open door … checked my hands... legs... there was blood on me but I couldn’t feel any pain… it took me ten mins to realize what I’d been through and the pain finally took over….

This could have been worse but for some reason I survived….

I cried an hour later after the shock was wearing off and calls poured in.. How stupid could I get...? I put everything I had on line by not wearing my seatbelt… the van was smashed and I could’ve been in there …

For everyone who’s ever prayed for me. You prayers saved my life... Thank you :)

Sunday, December 16, 2007

BaccHaaLog ParTy

I have lost hope on bachelor parties, I’m sure I’d have more fun if I went to party with my 8 year old cousin even if that included getting locked in the cockroach infested bathroom while they turn off the lights (heartless creatures) or getting pastries smashed on my face or their routine painting competitions on my expensive end of season sale shirts…

Fate clearly had plans, well it started off well as 4 bohri’s were given a basic brief of what & why a bachelors party, two of them had their jaws drop to the length of their 6 inch beard while the third had his tongue out failing to notice or contain the oozing fluid..

There was so much excitement, finally all those forbidden pleasures, tonight all those dreams will take shape, beautiful women in our arms, great music, those fancy third rounds with roll calls, man the works ..

Our truck clearly had variety, one married guy who kept looking at his wife’s picture, probably asking himself “what was I thinking?? Why me?? God.. Are u there??”,
The second and third guys were single … single in dubai at 24.. nudging 25…They’re rare species, while other guys their age probably have a couple of kids these guys still had to 'do' with their phone videos, this night wasn’t just a normal night for them, all that praying and fasting for months had finally paid off. Like finally all their fantasies were going to come alive, all the women, all that wine like I could see them in the rear view pinching each other on the backseat (pun unintended) just to check if this was a dream…

But like all good things come to an end, so did this, reality dawned on us along with those bouncers, we were humiliated; they asked us which school were we in? Does mama knows where you are? Won’t you miss your milk and cookies inside? Do you want to play ball ball?? we were ridiculed, and there were people on the sides who were laughing.. I wanted to beat the shit out of that guy right there but I am not really a hot headed guy when standing in front of a fat 7 foot, 180 kg African beast, lets just say i saw reason in his words. But not my friend, he was brave, he tried to sneak in and almost felt the warmth and wetness in his pants when 3 bouncers took him to the side trying to explain the consequences and like good friends we realized that this was a private moment, triggering the rest of us to leave the place immediately with a discreet signal that we’ll wait for him near the car.. Hoping that he won’t pick it up …

The highlight of the night was the restaurant, the full table complete with two kharaas, two mithaas and a salwaat, but nobody was speaking, there was this eerie silence broken by waiters who kept coming over every two mins, I guess they had bets placed in the kitchen “50 bucks says these are zombies”, we convinced ourselves on how narrowly we managed to keep our principles alive and how we refused to succumb to the world of sin, how we would’ve burned in hell to pay for this night, how getting caught would’ve ruined marriage chances for the rest of us, “yeah” I said when I really should’ve kept my mouth shut … “like how much difference would’ve it made to our lives if we’d party with those beautiful women, click pictures with them, upload them on face book and prove to the world that we’re cool as well” .


Silence again …………



Journey back home was weird; the car looked more like a funeral coach with corpses avoiding eye contact..

Finally one of them spoke up with a tone to match his 'dead guy just been screwed look' “people will laugh at us in Jamaats, we’ll never eat in peace, our grandkids will ask us about this”, “but how will they know” asked the other…

And I found them all staring at me…

A ghost finally spoke up “You are not blogging about this. Are you??…. I’ll never get married … Please … keep those 250 dhs you owe me”.. I give the other guy a thoughtful look… “Alrite u can use my Mac book just don’t use our names” he replied. “Did I hear please??” I asked.

“Please” almost breaking down



The bluff master smiles …… May your souls rest in peace

Monday, December 10, 2007

LoVe YoU ... :)

Hey gorgeous …

How have you been … I know you’re a little angry cos I cheated on you for the last three weeks but I’m so sorry, just got a little carried away, u know I’m still a kid when it comes to these things but sweetie I am back, wont take me very long before I catch that plane and come back to you.

You have no clue how much I missed you all this time, there’s not a day when I didn’t think of you, or an hour when I didn’t miss you.

It was your strength that helped me get over the tides here; your words that helped me sleep peacefully, your hand that I missed when things didn’t go my way and your prayers that helped me when I was in pain ….

I really miss our times, time we spent singing together, dancing together, our candle lit dinners, late night ice creams, long drives, watching you laugh at my bad jokes, I miss you screaming at me for no reasons (alrite u had valid reasons but lets not get into that)

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to bring you the same happiness that you’ve brought into my life :)

To the most special woman in my life

Happy birthday mom :)



pS: I was wondering if u could loan me some money, and i promise i'll do something original next year :)

Sunday, December 09, 2007

A Li'll LoST

There’s this hollow feeling I have … cant describe it but I feel a little lost…

My little sister is getting engaged and I’m not there …of course I’m happy cos this confirms that she now intends on leaving the room I’ve been eyeing for a decade.. :)

The entire family is there and I’m here sitting alone … wondering what they’re doing… thinking about the excitement around the house.. the food (I just had to) … the Uncles.. Aunts.. Little cousins running around the place looking at a nervous confused soul who’s wondering if he’s really messed his life up this time...

Sigh …

LasT THirTY DaYs

Taaruf

Four days and forty beautiful women who fit the bill and what did I do?
I hogged and come back and I talked to everybody about the fabulous food :)

what happened to good ol ali !!!!..... :(


Birthday

Three years back on a cold night in India I made this promise to a friend that on every birthday I’ll do something I’ve never done before…

Well normally I’d hit the highway and then get high, this time I got really high first and then got the highway in two weeks :) (long story)


Homecoming

There’s nothing more I’m excited about than this, I’m counting every single day waiting for it to get over, the days are long and the nights are longer, every minute is being counted, I guess its always the last mile :)


Social life

I have only had dinner at home like 9 times in the last 30 days :) So its going pretty smooth and loads of things lined up for the next two weeks as well .. but I’m missing my sleep … yaaaaawwwwnnnn … :)


Moolah

It just hasn’t stopped flowing out, like I put my hands in my pockets looking for holes only to realize that there are no pockets, there’s only a hole …….
And with updated shopping lists popping into my inbox every 6 hours I am not keeping very well these days and I’m willing to give my password to any holy soul who wishes to help a broken young man with his last wishes just in case I land up without the promised 3 kgs of gold that my friends, their families and their distant relatives have asked for :)

Congrattzzz li'll sistaaa ... u've made me very happy :)

Monday, October 29, 2007

HeaD aChE

I watched No smoking, Bombay to Goa and Buddha Mar Gaya back to back.

I'm sure that says it all.

i put this on my blog because i believe i deserve recognition for displaying exemplary survival skills in the face of migraine, a barrage of bad jokes (worser than mine), crappy plots and rakhi sawant....

If you thought smoking could kill, wait till you watch "no smoking"

i believe cigarette packs should now sport lines like "No Smoking is equally injurious to your health"

Saturday, October 27, 2007

DiScLaimEr

Friends: Please stop spreading tales about my salary, I already have three marriage proposals in my inbox, one happens to be a guy... Please, it’s not funny….

Mom: who told you I use adult diapers, mom please ………. please don’t send them, I know they’re on sale but please ……………. (But if you insist… I use medium size)

Sisters: Please don’t ask me to shop for your clothes, shopping for my own undies took me three hours yesterday and I only bought two… please understand my helplessness and By the way what’s an Ipod?

Dad: Shopping lists for mom and sisters have been enclosed, please do the needful, I promise I’ll pay you back and by the way your credit card limit expired last night, I used it for a couple of pay sites with weird names for educational purposes so please don’t panic when u see the bill. And also you can thank me for saving you the embarrassment of washing dishes with your clients at the restaurant had you realized this later :)

Room mates: Just incase you see me running behind somebody with a knife, do not panic and don’t call the police; I’m just playing :)

Colleagues: Ho ho ho ho..That edited picture of boss looking like a drag queen was funny.. he he he he he …but why did you guys give me the credit ,, ha ha ha ha … I saw my name below it .. Hee hee hee.. You mean you sent it to the boss as well …. You freaking son of a $&%&%

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