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1. BA Lit Tamil graduate riding an auto rickshaw
2. Speaker attached to the wall of a school compound on Tuesday morning.
3. Target 12 Lakhs
4. Tackling a confusing and painful colleague
5. Tunisia teaching a lesson
6. Desperately thinking bout a make-over
7. Reading a book that confuses me – shud I read or shudnt I, is loving someone wholeheartedly possible or impossible, is sex a sin or not…phew
8. A friend got engaged, got to know bout it after the whole world
9. India vs England – World Cup match tie: Why did I even stay awake till 11pm??
10. Dancing to the tune of Sheila ki Jawani
11. Studying for exam-Organisational Behaviour; Freudian Theory talks bout the Id, Ego & Superego.
12. Pani puri, bhel puri, sev puri, ragada patis hovering over my head.
13. Faculty not available
14. First Earthquake, then Tsunami in Japan

Hmmm Random events in a random life of a random muggle 😛


Dum Dudum Dum….

Oh the title…I see…nothing much about it…it suffers from what people call Writer’s block :-)Caught me haan??? Perfect…the condition is same here…I believe I am suffering from writer’s block. Not that I am a great writer or a poetist. Its just that my blog speaks nothing much of me these days.
I gather too many thoughts…while travelling, while cooking, while watching television, while watching my new found love (Srishail, my nephew) grow up…but putting them into words has been much of a task. I cannot even blame my poor brain for not producing enough stuff, coz it does help me, but my heart gets demotivated even before the coding starts.
I just read on wikipedia that, there are many reasons for the same, ranging from depression, physical illness, “broken relationship”, lack of inspiration and so on. I can surely delete the first three options. Lack of inspiration is also not the reason that suits me, coz if I had to find an inspiration, then there are dozens around and its my ignorance that doesnt let me get inspired.
So to just sum up my writer’s block thesis, I would like to add some more reasons to the existing ones on wikipedia, they are as follows:
1. A working relation (concentrating too much on a person)
2. Tiredness (You have the thoughts in hand and want to write, but its 11 pm and all you know now is to sleep)
3. Lack of creativity (Your brain has processed a topic for you, but the heart refuses to budge)
4. Boredom – I guess this should be one of the “top priority” causes. What say?
Wonder, if ever Shakespeare suffered the disease??


Posted by on March 21, 2010 in Thats Me and my Thots


Mind bole hadippa…..

Diwali season was mast, glee and happy happy. But but but, as always, there were people who said – Uff, it isn’t the same anymore, It doesn’t even look like a festival. And agony aunt saying – there is so much of pain in the world, with all these terrorist attacks, who has the heart to celebrate with crackers. Apna college wala hero says – Guys, I think the world is going green, just no more pollution man. We all have become concerned for the ecology all of a sudden…????? I doubt this seriously. But wait, my mom had a great answer for all this…she says “ What bullshit, the only reason for a little sadder Diwali is the ever soaring FATAKA PRICES ….one can buy only one flower pot ka dabba, one jamin chakkar, one lawangi, one tag mahal and one laxmi bomb ka packet in 400 rs, then who the hell has the money to spend soo much. “ Point accepted….I bow down before thee amma. 🙂

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Posted by on November 2, 2009 in Thats Me and my Thots



Would ya go a little farther baby?
Would ya just gimme some space,
I am crumpled beside your frame baby,
I am compressed by your tummy,
There are tiles allotted for your feet,
But mine is hanging in the air,
Oh, don’t get that streak of hair out baby,
Don’t get cruel with your neighbor,
Don’t ya think love can still prevail baby?
Don’t ya think you should care for me a little?

Hey guys, wassup, …oye wait a sec…do you think this is a romantic poem, oh please, not again. Uff uff, please read it again and again, it’s my “haalat” in the local every day. L So here I am (again) with a post on “Me and my thoughts”. To begin with, every Mumbaikar likes (probably I think so) the transport called “local train”, but I love it for the sheer joy of observing people, new faces- lousy, drowsy, sleepy, irritated, angry, disappointed, bored, confused, happy, chirpy, etc etc and best of all, the look that says-Where am I? (This is the look on the face of first timers in the local) 😉 And every character looks as if she is straight out of some tele soap…especially the ones under the tag – aunty and college chick. There is one such lady I remember from my college days, she used to have a big gang, all Maharashtrain aunties, singing songs and rejoicing the journey. But the “X” factor of the team was this particular aunty who had a laughter like a, hmm… to be precise…Rakshas..that’s what other commuters used to call her. There are a few others, high class ones, who are like the touch me not plant, and their big mouths open for only aah uuuh auch…jagah kahan hai..thod haat hatayiye…etc etc…and these lines (or punch dialogues) are always without the magic words. Generally one will encounter a typical Kandivili, Borivali, Bhuleshwar crowd, (Mumbaities understand this Sarabhai slang) who know only to push, pull, grown, scold, yell, beat/hit, pull hair, kick (seldom), etc etc. But my favorite one is this lady who gets into the train in Vikhroli. Looking at her bulky frame and sweet smile, one would wonder – What harm could this innocent creature do to anyone on earth? Since looks are deceptive, I could explain. I will try to read her mind, as she may put it – I am a warrior, I would never give up till yamduth stares at me. By hook or by crook I will get to the opposite door, since I need to get down at Kurla. When on the battlefield I am like that horse, which doesn’t see, right or left, just straight and hit or kick whoever comes in between. Though I know this poor girl who boards at Bhandup bears the brunt of my violent streaks, but I believe “A warrior of light who trusts too much in his intelligence will end up underestimating the power of his opponent.” Hence all said and done, I am always on the right track, and war is war.
That’s enough I believe, do comment with your experiences if any, and if there is a person bullying you, contact Miss.Warrior, Vikhroli.


Posted by on September 16, 2009 in Thats Me and my Thots


Jalsa panning and Jilpa kaating!!!

Well, it takes hell loads of valuable time to decide what exactly to write on a topic 😛 (does it????) And when you do not have one…what’s the best you could do?
· Shut Up (that reads…stop thinking about any topic)
· Try to read earlier posts (in a desperate move to read between the lines and discover a new topic of discussion)
· Ask friends for a topic (like I did some months ago and wrote Love is…)
· Or just think harder

Thinking hard is difficult, but my grey matter did come up with something, so the page is all yours, read and read and read…..

Discussion: (Presume it to be stages after the birth of a proposal to a birth of marriage)

Day 1:

Boy: Hey sweety, wassup?
Girl: (surprised at words uttered like “sweety”) Amm hmm hi, I am good….
Boy: Won’t you ask about me sweety?
Girl: Oh, ya ya ….how are you?
Boy: How will I be when I am with such a lovely lady? On Cloud Nine (wink wink wink)

Day 2:

Boy: Hey Cutes! Would you like to hang out in some kewl place like a theatre or something, corner seats haan?
Girl: (Ohh shit, last seat???? What does he plan to do? ) aaamm I, I am not sure…I mean….
Boy: Ohh common cutie, I am a “gentleman”, don’t spoil the mood thinking about the scenes you watch in television, Oh cutie…. that idiot box actually spoils your mind hmm hmm hmm (sigh sigh sigh)
Girl: Oh Ok kewl, we will go, I trust you 😀
(And you know what happens in a theatre corner seat 😛 )

Day 3:

Boy: Hey Charming Lady, would you mind if I ask 5 mins of your super precious time.
Girl: (Ohh hooo something is cooking…anywaz the guy is not all that bad, he spoils me like I am a kid, ohh hoo the hugs, the words…cutie, sweety, n what else aaaah hhaaa…it swings my heart dear it makes my dil go hmmmm hmmmm hmmmm ) Yaaa…you were saying something.
Boy: (Falling on his knees..what did he think? A bollywood actor) Ohh fair lady, I like your twinkling eyes, I like your pink lotus-like lips, I like your chubby cheeks, I like that sleek nose, Oh ho,….you make my heart skip a bit, I just wanted to say that I love you from the bottom of my heart, would you be kind enough to accept my petition. (it sounds like the way Aamir Khan says in “Andaz apna apna”…Main tumhe tan mann aur “dhann” se chahata hun 😛 )
Girl: (Flying high) Oh I don’t believe you said this to me, God you are so sooo (in tears now), I love you tooooooo.
(Then starts the train of hugging and kissing and dash dash dash… 😛 )

Day 4:

Girl: So we meeting today, Love?
Boy: Aammm hmmm ya may be where?
Girl: Same place sweety…
Boy: Well, my memory is not as great as yours…would you tell me?
Girl: Ohhh kay ohhh kay…CCD cutie…at 5
Boy: hmmm fine
(The time is 6.30)
Girl: Where were you all this time, Love….I was waiting…
Boy: Ohh sorry yaar, was a little tied up
Girl: K fine darling J

Day 5:

Girl: So, what is the next course of action, my prince charming?
Boy: Pizza, may be?
Girl: Ohh I am talking about us sweetheart, did you tell your parents, we should get engaged I guess…
Boy: (Throws up 😛 ) What????
Girl: Don’t you love me? L
Boy: Ahhh hmm fine

Day 6: (Parents have been informed and the courtship begins)

Girl: (Calls him) Hey darling, waaaa…
Boy: (cuts in between) listen I am in a meeting

Day 7:

Girl: You are sooo busy sweety, you look so tired
Boy: I am trying to work for us na? That fellow my manager…..#@$^%@#$$%%^^@##$$
Girl: Ohh k chill yaar, Love you na
Boy: yaa same here…

Day 8:

Girl: Sweety, you don’t know how much I love you, not in my wildest dreams did I think I would ever be with you….
Boy: Ok
Girl: hey, what does that mean?
Boy: It means I am bored of talking all this Love Love stuff dude..that’s cheesy

So you see people, the transition begins and begins and begins in every stage 😀


Posted by on August 1, 2009 in Thats Me and my Thots


Titanic Fever

Again, an extract from “A thousand splendid suns”:

That summer, Titanic fever gripped Kabul. People smuggled pirated copies of the film

from Pakistan- sometimes in their underwear. After curfew, everyone locked their doors,

turned out the lights, turned down the volume, and reaped tears for Jack and Rose

and the passengers of the doomed ship. If there was electrical power, Mariam, Laila,

and the children watched it too. A dozen times or more, they unearthed the TV from behind

the tool shed, late at night, with the lights out and quilts pinned over the windows.

At the Kabul River, vendors moved into the parched riverbed. Soon, from the river’s

sun baked hollows, it was possible to buy Titanic carpets, and Titanic cloth, from bolts arranged

in wheel barrows. There was Titanic deodorant, Titanic toothpaste, Titanic perfume,

Titanic pakora, even Titanic burqas. A particularly persistent beggar began calling

himself “Titanic Beggar.”

“Titanic City” was born.

It’s the song, they said.

No, the sea. The luxury. The ship.

It’s the sex, they whispered

Leo, said Aziza sheepishly. It’s all about Leo.

“Everybody wants Jack,” Laila said to Mariam. “That’s what it is. Everybody wantsJack to rescue them from disaster. But there is no Jack. Jack is not coming back. Jack is dead.”


Posted by on June 29, 2009 in Thats Me and my Thots


Two years old :-)

Dear All…..I don’t know how I missed the second birthday of my blog on the 19th of June. I guess its all coz of something else on my mind these days 😉 Though I am glad and happy about whatever I am thinking..hehehaha…anywaz thanks a ton all of you for keeping me on toes…infact my blog on toes…to regularly read as well as comment on the same. With your motivation and support, I am sure this page will grow in years, not only in numbers but also in quality, content and maturity. I love ya all..ummmaaaaaaahs.


Posted by on June 29, 2009 in Thats Me and my Thots