What woman want!

Some of you might infer my age to be in the late forties, while same might blame it on my blissful ignorance, but fact remains that only recently was I introduced to this thingie called orkut. And Boy! its a bizare world out there. Post a smart pic (need not necessarily be you), put some witty remarks, browse through to a cute gal's page, write a "scrap" and bingo you get to have coffee with her. Ya right! you might think! Was amazing to read some of the "pick-up" lines used by guys.

The fairly naive ones have the standard "Hi, would like to be your friend, I love making friends". I am sure the success rate on this one would be as good as allowing a chimp to randomly punch keys on a key board and expect a line out of Shakespeare’s.

The smarter ones (at least they believe so) graduate to the next level. A friend of mine received this one from a budding Wordsworth who tried his luck with some poetry. How about this for a pick up line:

I wouldn't know you on the street,
and doesn't that seem strange?
You hold a place within my life,unusual and unique;
We share ideals and special dreams,
and still, we do not speak.
I picture what I think you are,
perhaps you picture me.
An intriguing game for both of us
for someone we can't see.
So for this friendship we possess,
we owe this mail a debt,
Perhaps the charm lies in the fact
that we have never met.
wats happenin buddy..............juz happened to see ur profile and
thought we wud make gud pals.am rohit here from the south and love
making
frnds,music,dance,travel and meet frnds,beaches long drives are a few
hobbies and a part time dj too.
plz feel free to visit my profile and u feel am worth makin frnds do
mail
me at xxxxxx@yahoo.com or at 09xxxxxxxxx

I am sure gals that read these wonder if these guys are plain stupid or just suffer from an over dose of testosterone. Whatever it is..fact remains that "we" have been trying for ages to get the gal's attention and been failing miserably. We have tried it all...the traditional whistle, a sine wave whistle with a high note and a low note, the innocent smirk, honking when behind the wheels, circles with a cigarette smoke and quite recently graduated to a fancy sky-writer. Nothing has worked! Is there any thing left untested yet effective? I tell you..we have run out of ideas!

Pepsi TV - ain't working for me!

The worst thing about TV is that every body you see on TV seem to be doing some thing better than what you are doing. These guys seem to be having jus so much fun. Now, where do these guys get so much enthusiasm from. Have you seen them jumping, laughing, screaming – we have coke, we have coke. For Christ’s sake, its jus a can of soda; of course with an “allowable” limit of some pesticides. These guys are like biking, sky diving, skiing with some pretty lasses around them and here I am like a jack ass sitting on my couch with potato chips spilled all over. And, I wonder, how come I am not getting any of these. I am probably missing out on some thing, maybe adding too much ice…ya! That’s probably losing the effect.

Puppy lurveeeeeee

He saw stars in daylight. Tried hard but could not take the smile of his face. It was like a fresh beginning to his otherwise mundane sober life. Is this what Elvis called a “crazy little thing” he wondered. He was in love. Love for the first time and hoping would be for the last time. After days of deliberation, he mustered enough courage to fill in fancy words onto one of those hallmark cards and headed straight to the gal that made him see hallucinations. Made an valiant effort to look straight into her eyes, failed, looked down, and murmured some thing that faintly sounded like “ I love you”.

There was a pause, seemed like a year long, the silence piercing through his heart, and slowly came the voice… “ I am sorry, I only saw you as a friend …I didn’t see you “that” way”. Been a year and still struggling to make her feel “that” way.

Now I see the BIG picture!

To hell with my graduate degree, that yearlong thesis or even those annoyingly long certification exams... I am gonna completely revamp my resume.

For two hours my team was grappling along with this project issue. It was an intellectual debate to say the least, with each person giving his/her opinion with a humble intention of bringing in a few extra dollars for the organization. In comes my boss with a sheepish grin apologizing for the "small" delay. Exactly two minutes after proceedings, with an authoritative tone he was like, "see you have to look at the big picture, what we have is a chicken and egg problem and the way to handle this would be to think outside the box and set aggressive but achievable goals". All of us looked at him like we just achieved “nirvana”. He turns towards me and goes like, “Dude, now that there is clarity, would like the project proposal by my desk eod today” and walked back feeling rather satiated over his ability to rescue some hapless duds denied even an iota of this precious little thing called intelligence. Just as he left, there was a glimmer of hope; a faint voice from above (read as Dilbert) urged me to go ahead with the thought lingering in my mind.

My revised and edited resume replaced this rather innocuous mention about projects & thesis and replaced it with “ability to see the big picture by bringing every one on to the same page”; “ Handled projects by implementing methods in madness and taking regular temperature checks”.

Boy! I am a manager in the making!

Deep in the woods....

hum rahe ya na rahe kal...listening to this

beautiful number by KK. Its amazing how this song can take you to this picturesque setting. I see myself in deep woods...its dark out here except for this thin streak of light jus managing to pierce through some stubborn greenery, a rivulet dancing to the tunes of this song and some birds chirping in appreciation. With this screen saver in the back ground, here I am feeling all at ease on this couch like rock laid out especially for me; a guitar adding to my otherwise sober attire....Its soothing, its refreshing and its tranquilizing.
Pity! how this setting would transform into rush hour hustle bustle when I have to wade through Bangalore traffic tomorrow morning. Until then...
Hum rahen ya na rahen yaad aayenge ye pal..

Can you hear me....

Feels exactly the way it did couple of decades ago, when I slowly but surely moved my eye lids only to see strange creatures staring at me and making funny faces & noises for reasons best known to them....

My entry into this "blog world"...I believe there are people here, emotions here, conversations...-some nice and some plain nasty. Feels comforting to have this teeny-weeny bit of space...a place to share my emotions, some deep rooted feelings, some criticisms and possibly some funny anecdotes...

Its beautiful out here.....