Blahsphemy

Here are a few brands that I have fond memories of. Monarch aftershave, Bush/Murphy transistors, Charms/Berkley cigarettes, Torino/Double Seven colas, Parry's candies, Radha's soap, Yezdi motorbikes, Dolphin/Premier Padmini/Standard/Herald cars, HMT watches, Omega instrument boxes, Avis/Sunnex jeans, Carona shoes, Trivandrum Hotel, Joy ice cream, Hamam, BDM, ... I am sure, there are more. I will keep adding them whenever they pop up in my memory.

Last week I almost bought another bike. This time the owner didn't have the right papers. It was a good bike. But of no use as the Traffic cops are like leeches waiting for a feast. So here I am again waiting for that dream bike to come by.

Windows have always been a part of my cubicle life. There was one behind me while I was in OOW. It overlooked a huge tree. I even have had a few simian visitors. Then came FCB. There was a window seat which we all looked forward to grab. This window overlooked the army grounds. Unfortunately it remained occupied till I left. Then there was one at DDB. In fact there were two. The first one belonged to the writer whose seat I had occupied while moving in. Then came the window that overlooked the Al Khuwair roundabout. These windows were never opened for the sole reason that the weather outside was hostile. Now for the latest window in my life. Its the O2 window. This one overlooks a park and a banyan tree. My visitors include a squirrel, a crow, parrots and a few mynahs.

Its been a year since I set foot on Indian soil. When I packed my bags the economy was booming. The rupee was growing stronger by the day. NRIs like me were flocking to return to the motherland. We were all convinced that India was rising. But, twelve months is all that it took for me to pack my bags again. Terrorists have struck three states. The economy is going nowhere. Inflation is soaring. The rupee is sliding fast. Time to don that NRI cloak once again and fly away.

I am on this chap's mailing list. I don't know who he is and what he does. All I know is that I get around eight e-mail forwards from him daily. I don't want to be on his list. I don't know how to un-subscribe. I tried tagging him as spam. But the spam filter likes him for some strange reason. I still get his forwards, the ones he deems funny, the ones he feels that I should see and yes the ones he feels that I should forward to my friends and their friends.

Three days back the followers of a certain god planted nine bombs. Five went off, the rest were defused before anything happened. Innocents were caught unaware. Today for all those who were unaffected, life is back to normal. But for those who lost their loved ones nothing will ever be the same again. Don't know what sins that god had committed to deserve such followers.

something happened. i have the words in my mind. i string them to form meaningful sentences. but, the moment i touch the keyboard, they vanish. which leaves me with nothing to key in. nada. nil. well has anyone coined something called tabula rasa syndrome?

Its moo time once again. Finally decided not to invest in any mode of transport. Decided to push on till next year. BTW this was the first bike I really wanted to go in for. But some things never work out the way you want them to be.

i have nothing to blog about. does that make me boring? does my life suck? or is it just one of those days when you have absolutely nothing to blog about?

another month down. another calendar girl forgotten. another death. another birth. another affair. another lie. another truth. another discovery. another scam. another flood. another day. it's an irony that we all live from one day to the other never thinking of one another.

what keeps me going when hunger strikes