Category: Life Ordinary

  • Just a second…..anniversary special

    All this while, there’s been reason and no rhyme
    And to the rhymester within, thats been a crime
    So he thought, what better way to celebrate a blog birthday
    than rhyming about all the guys he’s met on the way….
    For all who think he’s better off keeping mum
    This is nothing, the verse is yet to come….

    Aqua wants us to remember
    that we have dreams in December …

    Here’s where we get elixir, but sadly, only a drop,
    coz as the line goes,’once you start, you can’t stop’

    then there’s the apple of newton’s eye
    ebony or ivory, wonder which is her favourite dye

    The bad man talking calls himself stone,
    But his notes to self always have a good tone..

    and though this one advertises herself as a ‘solitary cynic’
    she is an integral part of the AA clique…

    Vanilla writes on chocoalate cake,
    dilse bolo, a better combination, could anyone make?

    Until a jolt of reality, a potpourri of thoughts she used to fill,
    pallavi’s the name, and the blog that rocks is called jilmil…

    Unless you have gone totally blind
    a million light bulbs should help read the mind…

    For those who think eschewing obfuscation wouldn’t do
    Harneet has random ruminations too…

    Arunima has titled her blog “Silent Eloquence”
    and for once, she makes a a lot of sense

    Just a workshop?, nope, its not so simple,
    coz its owned by none other than the devil…

    And when you’re always sanguine,
    Celeb(be)rating life has to be in!!

    The view from the tower must be supreme,
    but then, being rapunzel itself is such a wonderful dream….

    This one calls himself no hair brain
    and his ruminations are far from insane…

    From the oaf to pleo, he has a split personality of sorts
    blot of thoughts, thought of blots, he calls it ‘bloughts’…

    The Goan Sri Sri, white is one of his favourite hues
    but he still calls his blog ‘saltwater blues’.

    Finding a vanilla field is easier than i thought
    but i hope this stays, and no new beginnings are sought…

    The spirituality and the name -blokesablogin
    got me confused, thought it was yang, turned out to be yin…

    Arvind Iyer is the ‘lean dude with attitude’
    hey, its trademarked, unauthorised use could get you sued…

    A lot of ideas are forged by the ideasmith
    and most of them are the kind you’ll agree with..

    Ashweeta has got herself some pages at typepad,
    and here, even the PJs aren’t that bad…

    The crackpot calls her blog ‘inkspillz’
    and though she’s not a goddess now,it certainly sizzlez!!

    The chipmonster speaks, but she blogz as coolcat,
    but whatever the name, this one’s cool and thats that!!

    Whats an erratic soul that can dance?
    That folks, is what we call an errantrance

    The fish called goonda thinks she’s a fishy fiend,
    but after sad-turn kidnapped her, she’s taken a long time to mend….

    Austere she is, and a seeker too,
    wonder what she seeks, or should it be who??

    The Grinch may call it ‘grinchscrumpit’ or ‘my dump pit’,
    but the content is as good as any floyd hit…

    Nupur writes about what even she doesnt know,
    but mate, she does have a template whiter than snow..

    Chaotic daze and enthu knights,
    gump does have some great insights

    Garfy has got herself a diary
    and her antics are anything but dreary…

    Amidst all the middle east’s troubles
    ashi sips coffee and continues her virtual scribbles..

    Kraz calls his place wrecktangle
    and to every tale, he adds a unique angle…


    Pompy’s blog is “off the cuff”
    but you wouldnt realise, judging from the stuff


    Imagine a blog by satchit haridas,
    actually dont, he already has….

    Crabbie likes to call it goofiness personified
    but pretty soon it could become a classic food guide 🙂

    one of the best templates you can find – thats “pradeeps’s mindspace”
    he posts every bluemoon, and in spite of my taunts, he wont mend his ways!!

    Once she used to be a bug, she is now an angel with wings
    and from budhhism to winterwear, she can write on a zillion things!!

    He’s the blogger who whacks the talk,
    but when he gets verse, i go “what the f***”!!

    There’s someone who goes by the name of J
    she has a warped mind, and thats all she’ll say..:)

    Anubhas world has a lot of scribblings
    and an attitude, among other things…

    And from the days of rediff, i’ve been getting some pearls of wisdom,
    She’s not on the list, but she’s as good as they come..

    The journey that began on a boring tuesday,
    has continued for 2 years, to this day…
    for better or verse, this one is for all the bloggers i know
    and the ones i dont, but who are still part of the show…

  • The making of……

    A was addicted to the object of his attention and A was tired of everyone but him getting to say ‘be my lover’ to it in the latest commercial.. it would have been okay if he had nothing else to worry about… but he was in bollywood, where you were only as good as your last hit. and he had taken more than a dozen films to deliver his first one. it didnt help that he was compared to his dad,whose status was kind of legendary..and even after the first hit, there was no respite, coz he had still not followed it up with another…
    it would have been okay if he had been given at least a chance.. but alas, he had to sit and watch not just one, but at least three bollywood stars in the commercial.. one was the current shah of bollywood, whose very name meant success.. the second was another actor, who was also the safe choice of lots of filmmakers, who had recently changed his image and with that, his fortune. also, he had recently left his wife of many years, and was therefore ready to mingle… last, but not the least was a star, who many considered was the only superstar that bollywood ever had.. he was still a force to reckon with, many directors still wrote scripts tailormade for him, as far as A was concerned, his role in the commercial was exactly like his last film – Black!!
    For he was A’s dad, and since A’s dad knew about the extent of his addiction, he should have suggested A’s name instead of him, but he had not. A was dismayed, for the products you endorsed spoke about you… and these days, he was not even endorsing one…
    just when he thought that all was lost with everyone screaming ‘be my lover, bubbly’, A had a brilliant idea to prove a point to bollywood and everyone concerned…. he went back to the people who gave him his first hit.
    and thus, though his character had a funny name and due to the numerologist’s insistence, his lover’s name in the movie was spelt differently from ‘bubbly’, he hoped he could prove a point with ‘bunty aur babli’….
    until next time abhi, shake well before use to get really bubbly….

  • The walk of life……

    His parents had an arranged marriage, so they had little option but to marry each other..
    He was born in 1964, because that was when his parents decided to have him…..
    He did not spend his initial life in a big city, because his dad didnt like big cities…
    He didnt get educated in any big reputed school, his small town didnt have any…
    He wanted to study a particular subject in the famous university in the big city, but he didnt get it because they had a massive quota for locals… so went to a lesser university…
    He wanted to go abroad for his masters degree, but realised they laid a big emphasis on his educational pedigree.
    He started teaching at the famous university he had wanted to study in, and felt a small victory.
    It turned sweeter when he met the woman he wanted to marry, she also taught there…
    And more sweeter when she gave birth to their son….
    a few months later, the child fell sick, because of food poisoning in his baby food!!
    he took leave, but she decided to go because she had already used up a whole lot of hers…since she was in a hurry, he decided to get breakfast from the hotel across the road…… and got killed while crossing the road……….
    if he had a different set of parents, who decided to have him earlier, and live in a big city,and send him to an international school there, he might have studied the subject of his choice in the big university, gone abroad, not taught at the big university, nor met his wife, nor had the son who had the bout of food poisoning, and so he wouldnt have to cross the road….
    and they say you make your own destiny…
    until next time, just enjoy the walk, while it lasts….

  • The wave of relief…

    He was shocked when he got the call from the CM’s office. actually it was a combination of two shocks, one that the cm of a state could blatantly ask for a bribe, and two, they had found out the truth about his activities…
    it was all because of his girlfriend’s stupid idea… when they had got into the     relationship, she was already an acknowledged star, and he was the star on the horizon.. the entire industry had heaped praise on his acting skills, and were sure that he would be the next big thing in bollywood… but alas, all his films had bombed miserably, and he had gotten coverage for all the wrong reasons…
    in a fit of rage, his girlfriend had told him that the only reason she wasnt leaving him was that she didnt want the tag of a ‘fair weather’ girlfriend… she had a history of ditching her last boyfriend when he needed her most… but that didnt stop her from chiding him, whenever she got the chance… including saying that his theme song should be an mltr song that went ‘ i’m not an actor, i’m not a star’…. and after she had come back from the international movie festival and tongues started wagging about the hollywood role, she had become intolerable…
    that was around the time when the tsunami struck… that was when she came up with what at that time seemed a brilliant idea… she told him that the waves had done their job, and since he wasnt exactly making waves in his trade, he should get some good pr coverage by doing some relief work.. and in her typical bitchy fashion, she had said that his going off would be a relief to her too..
    and so he had gone to the inflicted areas, and since he wasnt exactly cut out to do relief work, he had bribed the journalists to do stories about him.. he still remembered how difficult it was to get the natural looking photographs and testimonials…. and now, that state’s cm had come to know about it, and was threatening to let the secret out..he decided he couldnt afford to bribe her, he would rather bribe the journalists again, to prevent bad pr…
    it was all because of his girlfriend… from now on, he decided he would stand up for himself and be v.oberoi, and stop being what his friends teased him to
    be – v. obey rai!!
    until next time, sometimes stars get struck too

  • The Workshop

    Thats what he liked to call his mind… for though he had a huge workshop around him, he felt that his mind was where the real workshop was.. at least he had felt so until recently, but things were changing now..
    he remembered a time long ago, when he was asked to start from a single room office.. the guys who gave him the responsibility had only a bare vision of what his roles and responsibilities should be.. he had developed the entire operation from scratch…and being very process driven, he had slowly but surely ensured that his workshop was extremely systemic…
    and thus over a period of time, people had started to use his services more and more.. in fact a vast majority felt that his serices were an integral part of existence, and that was the way it was meant to be…and thus, as his workshop and its target population became more and more systemic, he began to devote more and more time to think up ways to increase the efficiency of his workshop,and to devise more and more ways to entice his target, and the more thinking he did, the more he felt that his mind was the real workshop…
    but these days things were changing..some people had begun to improvise on his services so much that they had done things even before he thought about them… there was nothing he could thinko f that they hadnt done already… he began to feel that there was no work to be done in his mind, his real workshop…
    but meanwhile the workshop around him flourished, with more and more souls joining everyday…he felt that the constant heat was taking its toll on him, and maybe it was time to retire…
    once upon a time the humans had a saying about him -“an idle mind is the devil’s workshop”.. but the way humanity was systematically destroying everything that was good, and generally doing his job for him, he felt that it was high time that they changed the saying to “the devil’s mind is an idle workshop”….
    until next time, whats on your mind??