Showing posts with label Friends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Friends. Show all posts

2009-12-16

Distance

What is distance?

The dictionary offers a few clues in the first two definitions
dis⋅tance
  /ˈdɪstəns/ [dis-tuhns] noun, verb, -tanced, -tanc⋅ing.
–noun
1. the extent or amount of space between two things, points, lines, etc.
2. the state or fact of being apart in space, as of one thing from another; remoteness.

Actually, when applied to two people those definitions do clash sometimes. Its very much possible to be close to someone an ocean away. Its so much more easier 'these days' with our 24x7 net access and cheap ISD rates. The days of my grandparents' might well have been Good Old Days, but I am glad to be where I am, when I am.


2009-11-02

Afternoon Drowsiness



Monday Again.
The disturbed sleep cycle of the past two days tries to wobble into normalcy today.
But it takes its time.

2009-10-13

Smokin Joe's

It started as an attempt to rhyme toes with rose, immediately moved on to Joe's, and apparently, we set the proverbial ball rolling because this is what followed..

AP:
foes / chose / grows / pose / lows / joe's / nose / woes / rose

ML:
joe's....!
how would that one go??

AP:
Dinner at Smokin' Joe's
was the start of our woes
how I wish we chose
someplace else, but - who knows

ML:
Dinner last night was at Smokin' Joe's
i love the way he strikes a pose
a cowboy hat, beware oh foes
and a thick black stache under his nose!

AP:
So we decide on smokin joe's
and the place is not even close
but there she was with her button nose
she smiled at me and my heart beat rose

ML:
Last winter we went to smokin joe's
the heat was out and the cold winds rose
we waited there with curled up toes
who ate our pizza - god only knows!

AP:
There was an itch between my toes
and that was the least of my woes
'cause when I went to Smokin Joe's
some of that chilli went up my nose

ML:
I was racking my brains to write a small prose
sitting by the window, watching the blooming rose
i crossed my legs and scratched my nose
thats it! i'm getting a pizza from smokin joe's!

AP:
I had a date at Smokin Joe's
But my best friend said, bros before 'hos
In love and war, I said, anything goes
Looking at the bill, I'm glad its her I chose

ML:
I saw this lil boy at smokin joe's
he looked all tattered and picked his nose
but when the pizza was served, in the air he rose
hell! that's the voodoo boy! - i simply froze!

AP:
Sitting outside Smokin Joes
We were besieged by hungry crows
I nudged the nearest with my toes
With a rude stare, the whole flock rose ...

(digressed into a discussion on ghosts -> david copperfield -> mediums -> shorts which are no longer medium)

ML:
We were making up verses about smokin joe's
but we gradually digressed to shorts - why? god knows
in the end, 'size does matter' is the tag line he chose
stop talking about pizza dude and shed some of those kilos!

(a long time later..)

ML:
i'm at my wits' end, as the day narrows
writing the report is adding to my woes
going through this hell, is not something i chose
how i wish singapore had a smokin joe's

AP:
The day has highs, then there are lows
I know you are bored, it really shows
Not hell, just one more of the chores
Finish it off and we won't talk of those ..

*The End*

2009-10-06

Aaaand Good Morning!

How could I let this go ...
:)



2009-10-05

Goood Night!


Well, its 9:30 and I was late by a few minutes...
So, here goes.



You know who you are ..
:)

2009-10-03

Friends like these ...

Manasi Dhavale wrote:


--
M

akshay panday wrote:

wtf?
isharoon se baat karna mujhe nahi ata

Manasi Dhavale wrote:

Seekho na, Naino ki bhasha piya...
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

akshay panday wrote:

tumhare nainon mein jhankne par to hum hosh kho baithte hai ...
bhaasha to door, hum apna naam tak bhool jaate hai

Manasi Dhavale wrote:

Corny dialog from where?

akshay panday wrote:

what the hell ..
i made it up ..

Manasi Dhavale wrote:

Aap ki hindi itni aachhi kab se ho gayi?
And so romantic! Ooh la la!
Main toh apne hosh kho baithi. ;)

akshay panday wrote:

humne na likhe hote to ye shabd 'corny'
lekin sach janane par ho gaye 'romantic' .. ?
tumse ye sab kehna samay ki barbadi hai ...
kya jaano tum, chand shabdo mein kitni badi kahani hai ...


Manasi Dhavale wrote:

Hum kshama chaahte hai.
Humne aapka dil dukhaaya hai.
Humein maaf kijiye.
Humein yakeen nahi ho raha tha ki aap itna kuch mehsoos kartein hain.
Humein aapke dil ki baat samajhne mein der lag gayi.

akshay panday wrote:

kshama maangna asaan hai, kamaana bada mushkil
maaf shabdo se kar doonga, lekin kya maaf karega ye dil
hume toote hue dil ka mareez bana diya hai aapne
iss majrooh jigar ko na milega marham sapne mein

Manasi Dhavale wrote:

Humein aapka dil kadaapi na dukhaana tha.
Hum aapke toote dil pe marham lagaayenge..
Aap nischint rahiye. :-)

akshay panday wrote:

ye sab kehna kitna aasan hai
lekin kabhi nibhake to dikhao
toote dil ka marham chhodiye
bas humara BBQ lautao ...

Manasi Dhavale wrote:

Aap maangke toh dekhiye. Turant de doongi.

akshay panday wrote:

dus mahine aapke paas jo pada hai
humne kitni baar vapas maanga tha
lekin aap hai ki roj naya bahana
turant ka matlab aapse shayad hai anjaana


2009-09-08

'Our' Song



:)
Its hilarious when, out of the blue, you get a call with the phone held overhead.

2009-08-29

R.I.P.



Goodbye Old Friend.

May your inquisitive nose discover choo-stixs in every sniff worthy corner.



Its all you need,
and everything you give..
Its easy.

2009-07-20

The key

To Whomsoever it may concern,



This is something I had to come up with very last minute and very hurriedly, so please forgive the extreme lameness.

But what went inside is really from the heart.

Happy Birthday.

2009-06-29

How to Lose Friends and Alienate People...


Actually, a diet will shut them bi**hes up, but who am I to say ...

(Even though I did not mean that, I will watch my back from now on. Also, employ food tasters to ensure I don't get poisoned. And yes, have to dust off my bulletproof jacket.)

2009-03-03

Back and Forth

My pathological inability to throw away old stuff is manifested in the totally unused 'Shift+Del' combination on my laptop. Stuff that no longer is relevant, just like being consigned to the lower shelves of the cupboard manages to get burned onto a disc and relegated to permanent storage. Is it any wonder that at last count I had 554 movies on 225 discs or that my gmail storage has consistently been about 80% full as far back as I can remember ....

While I prefer to blame my genes (and I have plenty of evidence to back me up), there is no running away from wading through the clutter for something important or the humongous clean up job that looms when the shit hits the fan. So it was that I set about deleting stuff from my inbox. Clearing out old mails that are no longer relevant, drafts that are never going to be sent and conversations that are better off in the trash wasn't such a big deal. Once before, when faced with an ultimatum to delete, I had even registered a new ID and forwarded all the conversations there. Probably its just as well that I don't remember the password now.

So anyway, I chanced upon a conversation from a long long time ago, and I couldn't help but smile. Yes, you'll probably think both parties have the mental age of a 5 year old (and that is true sometimes, won't blame you there) but nevertheless, it was just impromptu and fun. This was way back in the past, and there have been so many after that.

Rest assured, there are somethings I will never delete ...
M: dozed off??!!
:P
Me: scope
M: wide
Me: screen
M: TV
Me: cabinet
M: joey!!
Me: kangaroo!
M: austrailia
Me: fosters
M: mug
Me: shot
M: doctor
Me: quack
M: duck
Me: hunt
M: helen
Me: troy
M: brad .....?!
Me: mr smith
M: angelina
Me: marianne
M: french
Me: wine
M: red
Me: shawshank
M: prison
Me: stripes
M: zebra
Me: discovery
M: earth
Me: 1947
M: aamir :)
Me: innova
M: role
Me: lead
M: pencil
Me: HB
M: 2B
Me: or not 2B?
M: stuttering parrot
M: !
continue na...
Me: (how is stuttering parrot related to hamlet)
M: (if u hv read "the mystery of the stutterin parrot" !!)
(hehe...)
Me: ok ...
treasure island
M: pirates
Me: silicon valley
M: (??)
Me: (pirates of silicion valley - movie about bill gates, etc)
M: (ok)
microsoft
Me: (there is potentially no end to this)
bugs
M: (hehe..but its fun)
lady
Me: drivers
M: accidents
Me: serendipity
M: fortune
Me: seeker
M: endless
Me: space
M: jam
Me: dravid
M: tamil
Me: rassam
M: rice
Me: jeera
It's ironic where the conversation ended. Or just profoundly prophetic. Either way, the last few items have featured in more conversations than I can remember and have been an endless source of humor, leg pulling, exasperation and death threats. But mostly humor.

May the rhyme outlive the reason ...

2008-12-13

From the pages of History - III

A, I and M frequented McDonalds to escape the cafeteria food. Which perhaps gives you some idea of what office food was all about. They tell each other that chicken is high in protein and fish is healthy, but deep down they know the prime reason for their presence under the golden arches are the value meal toys. And the coke float.

A little background info:

Every time they entered, they were immediately confronted with a difficult choice. A Value Meal was Burger + Medium Fries + Medium Coke, while a Happy Meal substituted a toy for the Fries. How that is 'happy', only the marketing people can explain, but nevertheless, a joint decision was sometimes made to sacrifice one order of fries based on the toys on offer and whether they were worthy of joining the collection.

So they stood in queue, all the while trying to decide on something from the staggering choice of 5 burgers, occasionally letting the odd awkward teen-couple-on-first-date past when the register came too close. At the final corner, before the long start-finish straight, this bit of information was presented.

ItemMSRP-INR
Medium Coke22
Coke Float20
Cold Coffee35

Which was encouraging, considering M could not down even one Medium Coke without complaining. (Though A had witnessed him down 3 vodka sprites, two tequila shots and sing She fü¢king hates me at the top of his voice, he isn't one to judge.) Plus, a little bit of ice cream, for a little less money, that was a no brainer in their fast food world.

At the register, events unfolded as ...

I:3 value meals, 1 chicken, 2 fish.
McEmployee:Anything else, Sir?
A:Ohh yes! Can you substitute the cokes with coke floats?
McEmployee:No Sir, I'm afraid we can't do that.
A:What do you mean, you can't?
McEmployee:Sir, that option is not present in the system.
M:What has the system got to do with it. Just give us 3 coke floats.
McEmployee:Sir, I can't do that.
M:Why not?
McEmployee:Sir, the system won't accept it. If you want a cold coffee, I can do that.
M:Exactly! So just like that, give us coke floats.
McEmployee:Sir I can only substitute a higher value.
A:What the hell kind of logic is that! Look, keep the two bucks ok. Just give us coke floats.
McEmployee:Can't do that Sir.
M:Does the ice cream machine keep track of how many you have dispensed and tally them against the billing?
McEmployee:Errr.
A:Yes! Suppose there was a wrong flavour ordered by mistake. You would just chuck it, right?
McEmployee:Errr.
M:Are you under surveillance to ensure you don't give coke floats?
McEmployee:Do you want to talk to the Manager?
McManager:Sir, we cannot substitute a lower value in the order.
M:And what is the logic in that?
McManager:Sir, we don't decide that. Its how the system is configured.
A:But don't do anything with the order!! why can't you give us coke floats and bill it as cokes!!
McManager:Can't do that, sorry.
M:What are you all of a sudden? Honest!
A:Thats it!! We are never coming here again!
I:Actually, I quite like it here.
M:Me too.
A:!!!
M:<shrug>
A:Jeez!
I:You have our order.
McEmployee:Yes Sir, Coming right up.


Disclaimer: Its been a while. Some facts may have been substituted by fiction.

2008-12-09

Who we are ...

You are known by the company you keep. Or so they say.
Not quite the philosophical start I was looking for, but whatever.
It is your friends who define you, who bring out the real you and are there for you, no matter what. I guess that is how its been for me too. Friends, very underrated, yet so essential. Coming from a person who is most definitely a closed book, I sometimes wonder what makes them stick to me, all these years. But whatever it is, I hope it endures, because as symbiotic relationships go, we all need each other.

S: We weren't even 6 then, and you walked up to me and asked if I wanted to be your friend. Its been 18 years and I've hugged you with joy and cried on your shoulders. And we've never had a fight, ever.

M: You are one person who sees me for what I am. One saturday we went to a computer store and then went for lunch. I cannot tell you how much I needed that day then. I need that now, more than ever. And I hope I can do that for you too.

P: When I changed all the system sounds in Windows 3.1, I came and told you and you looked at me like I had invented cold fusion. When I was surrounded by the mob and this close to getting hit, you stood in the way and raised your voice, something I have never seen you do. We lost some time, but I am glad I spoke to you.

I am so happy for all of you and a tinge of sadness that I am so far away. A mix of tumultuous feelings.

Its a bit incoherent this post, but incoherent thoughts are the only things occupying my mind right now.

Love you all...

2008-12-05

Just...

So I get a forwarded email with pictures of the rally held in Mumbai yesterday. I made a mental note to send it along to a friend with whom I had discussed the event. So a couple of hours later, I pressed 'Send' and waited a couple of moments while Gmail did its magic.

When the inbox displayed again, I found the exact same email, from the exact same person. Of all the freaky coincidences.

I wonder if the packets crossed paths on the submarine cable.