The Gift of Life...

There come some moments in life when your only desire in life is that life - and for that matter, everything - stops and freezes at that one moment... at that emotion... at that one single second where you feel that you have figured out everthing in the cosmos, and yet you understand that you do not know anything... and that one nanosecond has everything you have cherished and desired, and yet nothing is within your reach... its that moment we live for, that moment we struggle for, that moment we strive for, that moment we ache for, we lust for, we pray for, we earn for, we make choices for... and those moments make up LIFE!

Metro Blues

I, like another brick in the wall, am a huge fan of the Delhi Metro. Not going to get into the details, but it does save time, is convenient, and of course, is economical.
Now the women got their share, I just wish we got first class coaches too!

What makes me give such a flamboyant remark? Am terribly sick of the lack of discipline and our general attitude being ourselves!
I suppose every metro on the platform is possibly the last metro for the day, and so the intelligent co-boarders just have to board that, all the while dragging me inside. Please, let me live. Getting late to office is a worry for me too, but only when am alive.
Once inside, we tend to forget that the last time we took a bath was 22 years and 33 days back. And so we stink, coz homo-sapiens and every other organism have a common ancestor, and so we are related to the skunk too!
To give tribute to the movie Sholay, and “Ye haath mujhko de de thakur”, we even hold the holding bars above and the pole, just in case! We are not going to fall in such a huge rush, but we need to remember the huge sacrifice of Thakur too. And such remembrance, combined with our habit of saving water by not bathing, can actually lower population!
A huge rush plus a female- WOW! How can we not try and bump into her, and if chance permits, grope/grab her too? Heard recently, “They have made women departments still if the women enter, they should be abused.” And so, we the people of Delhi hereby give ourselves the right to do anything in this democracy!
And of course, we are modern people. We have iPods everywhere (every damn music player, even if it’s a cell phone” is an iPod. But we are social citizens. We listen to music at very high volumes, even with in-ear earphones. Already the crowded metro gives us humongous opportunities to be close to fellow citizens. So why not make our fellows listen the latest tracks too?

I should not actually rant, coz the metro ride, albeit full of rush, gives me immense entertainment in the ways mentioned above. Hell, it even reminds me of the theory “Survival of the fittest”!

Bewitched!

Sometimes things happen in a way that makes one superstitious. But not me. I, yours truly, is a bewitched guy, and am starting to like the predictability of so many events.

It always rains when I wash and polish my two-wheeler - be it a drizzle or raining cats and dogs, but it always does. On any bad hair day, I've to bump into some crush or someone. My lunchbox always contains something I am in the least mood for that day and I always miss the Metro by a minute (if I reach 5 minutes early, I miss the ealier one by a whisker). Any stock I buy crashes, and, very predictably, any stock I short just shoots up. Any assignment I am on gets pressure and ridiculous deadlines.

As a great person said "if anything has to go wrong, it will". So I've started taking things in my stride.

I've decided that I'd let you all know any stock I buy or short, and you guys can easily do the opposite (all this for just 10% share in your profits). On the lunch table, I name the stuff I'd be least interested to have, and open my tiffin and Voila! its there! And the next time you're sick of heat, ask me and I'd wash my vehicle (last night it drizzled too).

Finally...Long term capital gains, capitalised!

"...At the stroke of the midnight hour, while the world sleeps, India will awake to life and freedom..."
This is one of the phrases that makes me remember my class 3- that's a 15 yr old memory. Class 3 was fun. The only other memory from class 3? I wrote " I want to be a char-ten-count-ten when I grow up" when I was to write "5 lines on myself". In those days I never knew the correct spellings of Chartered Accountant, let alone knowing what a CA does.

And now, 15 years later, on 13th August,2009, almost at noon, while the world is imprisoned in office and other redundant work, I AWOKE TO LIFE AND FREEDOM.! I finally realised that much seen, much fantasized and much prayed for dream of being a CA, and that's really a lot if u ask me.

And now I realise how the world used to treat me, and me treated the world. And I can't stop comparing the pre- and post-13th aug era!The world is suddenly a wonderful and awesome place (it's raining in Delhi since 3 days, so maybe that's how everything is so awesome now). Everyone and everything is so charmy and nice. And I can't stop grinning from ear to ear (but in a sophisticated, professional way, not like a clown).

And I suddenly realised some of the "things to do post CA" were really stupid- either they are useless now, or I've outgrown them - both - things and people. It's like I've suddenly grown up. The last time I felt this grown up feeling was on 28th May'04, at exactly 5.45AM, when my class 12th results were about to be announced. But things are different now.

And now I realise living a CA life is not that simple. With great power comes great responsibility. This is my gift, and this can be my curse too! I've to uphold so many things - integrity, confidentiality etc etc. (basically all the adjectives in AAS-1). And I am supposed to behave in a much more sophisticated and professional way (though I don't think wearing shorts in public would tantamount to professional misconduct). And I guess am not supposed to do bird watching (atleast let me say that ;))And I realise that now I am supposed to do all that job hunting, the interviews, and the job itself- and that's giving me jitters.

Will write more later, till then, keep appreciating my blog, and keep giving your true and fair disclosures (like I disclosed material facts in this post). And keep depreciating, thou dear earthlings ;)

I want to be a dog!

Yeah, you read it right! I wanna be a dog. Why? The reasons are many. A dog doesn't have to slog and study. It doesn't have to go to office, or worry abt recession, or worry abt savings and investments and taxes, or for that matter, abt properties and estates. And then a dog doesn't have to worry abt clothes or being groomed.

Then again, given a choice, I wanna be a stray dog instead of being a pet dog. Why? Simply put, a stray dog's quality of life is better than that of a pet dog. How? A stray dog is not supposed to "fetch" stuff at the whims and fancies of its owner. It doesn't have to take a bath and stuff (am not against taking baths, but a dog should not have to take a bath). Moreover, a stray dog does not have to wag its tail when the owner comes back, to earn its meals. And yeah, the most imporant thing- a stray dog is not kept on leash in the mating season! ;)

Did anyone say "It's a dog's life!" ???

Dreams...

Its abt time that I mention something sweet related to Miss Article. The setting was my school reunion, and I parked my car (it was a long luxury model) and came out, wearing a translucent bright white shirt with trousers. Short hair, slim and smart looking me (very Bond-like, if I may be allowed to say). On the gate I saw salsa like dance, and saw her with her impeccable styling sense (stylish, smart, sensible and sober) coming up to me, with a hand calling me to dance. And we did jive. I, and she too, were flat, madly in love types. But she tripped somehow, and I caught her in my arms. Her Miss-Straight-hair-and-super-slim came to her rescue but she was already lost in my eyes. Before I knew, a huge crowd had gathered and she just said "I love you" and kissed my cheek.. And I, without thinking twice, without even thinking about she-who-shall-not-be-named, just said "Me too". I was rock solid, she with her staring eyes and awesome smile in my arms, and a huge crowd of school alumni around us....And then... and then I woke up! This is one of the most beautiful dreams I had, as far as I remember ;-)



Now to be very honest I did like Miss Article- her looks were sweet and yet intense, a perfect my types- hair, no makeup, dressing style, footwear- just fundu! On one or two occassions I did feel she wanted me to talk to her, be a man and take the first initiative, but she didn't know I was I. So I liked Miss Article. And the funny thing was that continuous staring and my interpretation, or lack thereof. Once I thought she told me, through this EYE TALK method, to take the initiative and talk. At other times i thought she was contemplating if she should take the initiative, considering me to be this stupidly shy. At times i felt she was irritated, with this guy who is so responsive, who always replied to her stares - with one from his side :-).I did not understand yet, and might never ever be able to do so in the future, why was it that she did stare, i mean why? Interested? Irritated? What?If irritated, why not bloody sit somewhere else. If not, why waiting for somebody else to take the first move? You ought to be sure of a guy's credentials when he does not come down to Hit on you, after all that staring. And if he doesn't, you should.

Again, once while in class i thought that her stare said "talk today, i won't come again." My worst fears came true when i didn't see more of her, or her stares, again.I wished she'd study well, if she had exams soon, in May'08.Inside me, i felt bad. I really liked someone after sooooo much time.. I really felt i'd talk to her, if i'd ever meet her again. I promised myself, citing the fact that life is so short..You never know what might happen.. One might not live another moment, so why not live life to the fullest, so that one dies peacefully?And before the last class, i had intuition that she'd come.I was ready-if she'd come, i'd talk. She did. We did stare. Her stares were kinda final, the ones that said "six months on, you're still staring.Talk today,pls. We might never meet again."And I just hate this shy part of me. I'd definitely talk to her, if we meet again. Just once...

My first blog

hey this is my first blog...Isnt it a reason enuf for a party? Well i cant go n hav one now, coz i hv just 2-3 days left for my PE2 exams....and i m really tensed.I wonder wht i m doing here when infact i shud b engrossed in my buks at the moment :(
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