Ek Kathak Aur Uski Kathayen

Thursday, December 30, 2004

Cesium 133 - #3


Our smart news-woman who always knew what she did and why she did what she did, quit her job for the publishing house with a guy who never knew what was happening, why and how, was, another cesium 133; and blissfully unaware of it.

In spite of her whirl wind romance with who she called a European noble, nothing intrigued her as a fellow blogger called Rohan; a guy with a de trop interest in her blog. His interest came across as unreasonable and the guy weird! She could never understand how he managed to drop comments at precisely 0254 hours. She could never figure out those off liners that started at exactly 0300 hours. She never really figured how he managed a time so exact, so exact that it seemed artificial. Only he appeared to be human, or an artificial intelligence making real good use of case based reasoning.

That was the beginning of the eternal love triangle. Given a chance, any motion picture maker could mint millions, only this wasn’t fiction.

PK loved Rhea, or so he thought, but he wasn’t sure, as always
Rhea loved PK
Rohan loved Rhea, and this was unrequited love

Rhea was growing more and more curious about Rohan, but could never get time together. Yet, their romances continued, like those two parallel lines that are destined by the laws of geometry to never meet, not even at infinity. While Rohan was day dreaming about Rhea in his arms, Rhea and PK were arm wrestling at PK’s place! While Rohan thought of classy French restaurants, PK and Rhea spent evenings at the chat-wala on canal road. While Rohan read and re-read her blog innumerable times, Rhea and PK had finalised the first issue of their yet to be named tabloid.

And one fine day, PK and Rhea decided to get married. The marriage was a quiet ceremony, and the couple were off to Europe. PK never figured out how it actually happened, but was glad it happened. While he was busy figuring out how everything actually happened, this old lady staying next to Rhea’s apartment was missing her daily entertainment. It was a pretty absurd way to amuse herself yet she loved watching the precision with which the lights at Rhea’s house went off and on. I never said she wasn’t an insomniac neither did I say that age didn’t make her senile. Yet her senility didn’t change the fact that the lights went off and on and off and on, and the clock read 0238-0249-0420-0800 !

Tuesday, December 28, 2004

Apathy, Indifference, Unconcern

And amongst people like me who display synonyms of the above, for whom the victims are mere statistics, there are some good folks out there trying their level best to help in whatever way they can.

If you would like to visit them and help out,


Saturday, December 25, 2004

अभ आपकी ही अपनी बोली में।

Hola Everyone!

Kathak now also blogs in HINDI! The hindi readers can catch all the action here!

I cannot pin point one thing that got me to blog in Hindi. There have been a lot of tiny things that made me feel maybe its a decent idea, and somehow today I figured I might as well give it a shot. The blog may be not be all that regularly updated, I know I'm not all that regular here, the posting might just be a little more sporadic there, but well.... I guess it will be an experience in itself!

Pearl will blog with me, but guys, I have no idea as to how would she manage Kronicles in Hindi!!


How to put that foot in your mouth, the G way!

I have this friend, G
I met her today.
She has a friend,
Who had a classmate in IIMK.
This classmate is South Indian.
We'll call the classmate
Also, an old virtual friend of G.
Virtual friend, as in Chat/E-mail friend.
But I think its pretty crass to say "chat friend"
Or, "mail friend" or any such friend.
I think, virtual friend is more decent.
But thats Immaterial.

So, G was speaking to U who gave her C's cell number.
Now... cell numbers are verrrrrry dangerous things.
So, G messages C
C called G, as a reply to the msg.
And this is what the conversation was like

G: Hey.... how're you doing?
C: Cool... what about you?
G: I'm fine... how's work?
C: Work is fine... taking a client out for dinner
etc etc etc

Now, Mr. C talks to G for an entire 10 minutes, getting all paly. G thought he probably recognised her cell number, as she has once given it to him, something like 3 or 4 years ago. But then Mr. C comes up with

C: Btw... who's this?
Totally taken aback, G answers

G: G******
C: You mean G**** K*** ???
G: Yup
C: Oh Hi G!! WHat a pleasant surprise. Actually I have your number stored on the other cell... This is so cool etc etc etc

Later the conversation drifted to "how's Bangalore" and "how's Pune" and stuff, when

G: I got a friend in Bangalore
C: Oh... cool. what's she doin' ?
G: She's studying at xyz
C: Hey! That's right next to my house
G: Oh cool.
C: So, is she good looking?

And now ladies and gentlemen, comes the punch

G: No.
Followed by a long, pregnant pause. (Will someone tell me, why is a pregnant pause called a pregnant pause)
G: She's South Indian

Now, what G wanted to convey was - She is not good looking. Period. And went on to further describe her as she's a South India, nice girl, good natured yada yada yada. But Mr. C goes like

C: This is not right. All South Indian's are not necessarily ugly!
G: Hey wait... lemme continue
C: No way... what are you trying to do? Stereotyping South Indians as ugly?

As he assumed that she implied, that the girl is not good looking... and the reason for her being on the wrong side of the looks scale was the fact that she was South Indian!

I believe total chaos followed, and finally G wriggled out of it by something as stupid as "Maybe not all, but South Indians with the surname C*** are definitely ugly" or something like that!

Its been over 6 hours since I heard the story, and I'm still rolling in the floor laughing!

Friday, December 24, 2004

I ate dal-roti-chawal post #1

I never really thought I would fall for posting mundane details about my day. I sort of looked down upon posts that very happily gave an account of what the author had for breakfast, lunch and dinner and then the I-went-here and waited-for-my-boyfriend for a zillion hours and he-turned-up-late with a-dairy-milk-chocolate-with-lots-of-nuts and I-melted-in-his-arms blah blah blah blah!!

Btw, I HATE chocolates with nuts. Maybe it has something to do with bonding with the herd, but anyway, I hate nuts... like the nuts inside chocolates. Worst case scenario I eat the chocolate, get rid of the nuts. And Pearl, that could have been a Kronicle, but I stole it right under your nose!

But well, my dal-roti-chawal account!

I woke up at 9:00 am IST, and realised I overslept by a good 4 hours. I was supposed to wake up early. I didn't.... and no one decided to sue me. After lazying around, well after lazying around for a really long time, I took my car out to buy cabbage.... 9.5 Kgs of it, from the khet in the outskirts of Pune. Paid 17 rupees for 9.5 Kgs of cabbage. How I managed a round figure of 9.5 will remain a mystery! Now I'm wondering if I have to survive on cabbage soup + cabbage sabji + cabbge in everything for the next 2 weeks. I also realised I need to get that seat belt fixed. I wonder how my dad drove without seatbelts for 20 something years of his life. I still wonder how my mum drives. After which when I decided to sleep these juniors woke me up, they wanted some help.... and believe me when someone asks me stuff, I just cannot refuse! Then then then, I was getting bored, and then I started buzzing everyone on my contact list, and everyone off it! Now ironically, everyone on my contact list was offline, and everyone who was not on my contact list and I buzzed, was online!

And thats it people.... I may go to the gym now.

Thank you for bearing with this totally un-romantic account of my day! May grand-daddy up there bless you for bearing with me. And wish you all a Merry Christmas!!

Monday, December 20, 2004

We got the Power!

Some days ago, or to be more precise, on the 29th of November 2004, we decided to play a little game here, on Dan's blog to prove the power of friendship, and we finally did!

After a game the results are announced and its going to be no different here! 105 comments, not an easy task but we made it past the 100 mark, and did prove that power that only friendship has!!

1.We did have our share of melodrama, courtesy the drama queen a.k.a. Kathak!
2.The queen of anagrams gave us our share for the month, and boy oh boy, she came up with some pretty awesome anagrams!
3. Although that was started by our very own in house Robert Langdon who's anagram "Hay Ask" had a snowballing effect!
4. Pearl came in and ran away deciding it wasn't worth her time associating herself with those freaks!
5. Sudhakar was too bewildered and flummoxed and stupefied and did a pretty good job of navigating his way through the melodrama over the comment box.
6. Rhea made a guest appreance to play proxy mom.
7. And Akshay wanted to talk about the multiple lives of a cat but I guess no one wanted to divert into cats, and a heart broken Akshay left us at that point! Akshay, maybe you should do a post about the cats!

And that, friends, enemies and countrymen, sums up what went on at Dan's!

If you wanna play any more mischief, or add to the comment box turned doodle board (as Dan once opined), do hop over to the Diary that Dan writes and make your self feel at home, till then I go story writing!!

Saturday, December 18, 2004

Freeeeeeeeeeeeee !

Finally, the exams are over!
And I'm now 7/8th an engineer!
Which calls for a celebration!!!!

I could, at this point, put exclamations all over the screen, but then again 13 days of holidays, just t-h-i-r-t-e-e-n days... and in those I have work to do!

Now darlings, its rant time!

1. It really doesn't help, if the Executive Director of the company you're doing your final year project happens to stay with you and bug you day in and out about how the project is wayyyyyyyyy behind schedule! It also doesn't help if he offers you a ride to the workplace with you having to leave at 8:00 for the next 12 hours! Unless you consider the fact that I get to drive that optra, thats probabaly the only advantage!

2. I have all those applications and application related work to do. Applying to American Universities is by any standards tougher to understand than the tax laws of the awesome country I reside in!

3. It seems the letters from a blah blah blah software major have arrived in college. And they're offering me 17 grand to relegate my life to writing public static void main()

Oh well, ranting is my favourite past time, and I could go on. But I'll spare you guys with this, for now that is!

And I shall now sleep, and dream of the day I become a high flying CEO of a multinational company with revenues and market capitalisation running into billions of dollars (or whatever the strongest currency then)

'Nite people!

Sunday, December 12, 2004

Life, it begins at forty!

As a kid, I always wondered what's with the "Life begins at 40"

Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against those who are on the other side of 40. I knew some really nice guys, all on the other side of 40, or almost there. But somehow, there always was this, maybe these guys are exceptions factor! What could you do at 40+...

Climb Trees?
Run around town?
Eat multiple bricks of icecream?
Eat multiple bars of chocolate?
Roll in the mud?
Fall in love?
Get excited with nothing?

No sire, you couldn't. That's what I thought! And well... I assumed you didn't have a great sex life either, or any sex life for that matter! You're bored with him, he's bored with you and the younger guys/girls are kids, so they don't interest you! Life begins at 40? Impossible! If you ask me - then!

But I was a kid, and kids do not have enough data at hand to come to proper conclusions!

I have, however, in the past few semesters of deep contemplation and a lot of thinking figured what that statement really means. I have realised, that the guy who came up with it was a master of double speak! It was quite an effort, and backed with a lot of empirical data I have come to the conclusion, that life does begin at 40!

Wednesday, December 08, 2004

I'm Touched, they all love me so much!

Coming soon after Ek Kathak Aur Uski Kathayein was the blog of the day on blogstreet, I'm really, really touched!

Check this out!

Btw guys, if you can figure out how, you could be your company's CEO
Or the President of India, like they want me to be!


Monday, December 06, 2004

#2, in the sea

A sequel to #1, in the rain

It was another ordinary day. The kind of day you wake up, look out of the window and smile at your foolishness for expecting the trees to have turned blue, the sky sea green and the sun a boring grey. Although everything was as it was the last time she left it to itself, she was off on a long journey to the coast of Maharashtra. "Nothing better than a really long drive to get your thoughts in order; to defragment that brain", she thought aloud.

En route, her thoughts wandered to him. To the time she first saw him. It was just a glance, but the glance told her so much more about him than a detailed resume. It was just a smile, but that smile told her so much more about him than a day's intimate conversation ever could. She smiled to herself at the thought of him. It never failed to amuse her as to how the human mind could selectively filter out things it wanted to. The drive was so enchanting that she lost track of time, hunger and all that she could be expected to keep track of, except the road of course. The long sinuous road, the lush green fields, the trees, and the sun playing hide-n-seek! Soon enough the coast line was in sight... She could already feel her the sea eclipsing her in a way that left butterflies swirling in her stomach.

She looked at the sea. Just how she wanted it to be; just how she imagined the sea to be. Calm and inviting... with a soft breeze blowing and the force so magnetic, pulling her right in. She had been warned of the dangers of the tides and the sea swallowing anyone who got in too deep. But she was unperturbed. Her face so calm, that it could transcend to being eerie. Laughing all the way she ran right into the sea. Headlong into the sea, like a lover who saw the other after an eternity of seperation. Only her and the sea and nothing between them; the sea caressing her naked skin, she making love to the water. With no qualms whatsoever; no strings attached!

Man and nature, in harmony one with each other.
Just like the creator had ordered it!

Sunday, December 05, 2004

Google Ads

I have, like other ordinary mortals succumbed to the lure of the greenback. Please note the Google Ads in the sidebar, and feel free to click on them, if any catch your fancy! It shall all be in the greater cause of generating money!

I'm F A M O U S

All over again!

If Dan's Eulogy wasn't enough, And if My Public-Relations Manager's work seemed less,

Ek Kathak Aur Uski Kathayen
is the blog of the day today, on Blogstreet!

If you're viewing this post other than Dec 5th, here's what blogstreet looked like that day ;-)


Wednesday, December 01, 2004

Cocktails on the house

This is what was going on in my head during the paper....
I'm sure Floyd would be proud of me, and my selective quote from memory!

Floyd, a stuffy nose, almost there Mr. 100 degrees F, major sleep deprivation and an exam... a potent mix(?), if there was one!

Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone at home?
Come on, now,
Newborn day.
Midnight blue turned to gray.
Midnight blue burning gold.
A yellow moon is growing cold.
Lucifer go to sea.
Be a hip cat
Be a ship's cat.
Somewhere, anywhere.
That cat's something I can't explain.
A movement is accomplished in six stages
And the seventh brings return.
Ooooh, I need a dirty woman.
Ooooh, I need a dirty girl.
The lunatic is in my head.
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane.
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.
I want to tell you a story
About a little man
If I can.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.
Climb your favorite apple tree
Try to catch the sun
Hide from your little brother's gun
Dream yourself away
Why can't we reach the sun
Why can't we blow the years away
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.
Mrs. Clegg, you must be proud of him
Mrs. Clegg, another drop of gin.
and everything under the sun is in tune
but the sun is eclipsed by the moon.
You set sail across the sea
Of long past thoughts and memories.
Childhood's end, your fantasies
Merge with harsh realities.
What shall we use
To fill the empty spaces
Where we used to talk?
How shall I fill
The final places?
How should I complete the wall
Goodbye, blue sky
Goodbye, blue sky.