so it starts

i had a tub of black Belgium chocolate ice cream. a small bucket cost 300. it still lays open. like a half finished love affair. why would anyone compare a book to a love affair? i have a book half open.. or rather a page some where near the half way mark, is now open on a cheap muffin tablet. it was chance that brought this cheap tablet to me. this had originally belonged to a company which tried to sell hotel feedback software in tablets to India high class hotels. obviously the company folded. and it payed it employees in ipads and cheap android tablets. two such android tablets ended up with a Chennai sales man, who in turn started up with my friend and is now my new room mate. and he said these were use less and now its all mine. revived. am using it to read books. i had read a small quantity of books earlier in school. but frankly, i have never been a book kind of person. they take time, patience, slowly unraveling over 300 or 400 pages. its the unraveling which keeps the bookies to the books. and the other bookies to the crooks. i do not have that kind of patience. because when i do, i rather write. write such possible pages. there is a joy in being able to write so clearly in a language which does not belong to my land. no sir, we have our own language.. yes just our state.. our small race of people.. so that our failings and sadness stays with in our people.. but we built good temples, so that the tourists saw only happy things. the sadness lay in the words. and that's the problem with books. with books you can describe sadness in all the dimensions you want to encompass it in. and so you can get depressed with books. generally people who read a lot, they are introvert kind of guy or way too hyper. you don't see normal guys like us read books. yet i am suddenly hooked to books. i am laying down and reading. thats how i used to read. i remember very well, when i was in 9th standard i got hooked to a book my aurbindho..have never read anything that complex.. on the corner of the bed, with my legs vertically up against the wall.. and my upper body being my lower.. i keep the book cover facing the ceiling and read on.. or i lay in my living room floor and keep my feet on the sofa and read on.. but i hate going out to buy books.. i always borrowed.. i have read so many football biographies, but all was borrowed. and i hate books. no feel.. no smell.. and you need to read it sitting, from my desktop.. aargh it kills.. but now the tablet.. i am back to my old legs against the wall and tablet screen facing the floor.. and the ciggarrette lay in my mouth.. it has lay there for the last 4 hours.. unlit.. i am trying to cut down.. before it cuts me down.. the last three years have been as toxic as a man drinking grease every day morning . but smoking is an art.. an experience.. and i believe everyone should go through the smoke,addict and quit cycle. and i read this catcher in the rye.. and then i shall read woodhouse or what ever he is called.. whats all the hype about.. i still prefer movies. not as much as music, but just after music. but books might not be bad, as there are so many original stories already for a lifetime. whereas music and movies, the ones you see usually suit your taste. it takes 2 minutes to find out. but a book. even if its a bad book, you will read on for alteast half an hour. and may be thats a good alternative to ciggs, when i need a break..a half finished book is a half finished bath. you dont feel sad like you feel with a half finished love affair. you feel dirty, for not finishing the author. not respecting his effort. yes, he dint ask you to read. but now that you have picked up the book, as well as finish it off no?

so now i am in a new room, with a new room mate. i like this constant shifting. the room is perfect. its on the terrace of an independent house. loads of big windows which keep the room bright. and the left of the terrace is covered in false roofing. and then the solitude. i always wanted to experience this. no human contact for a week. but i think i need people around me, all the time. loneliness sucks man. and here go the pictures, of the old and new room. never leave behind anything or anyone without saying good bye. you own them that much..

Delhi is beautiful in the winters..

the view from my old room..

its raining again..

the shop in my old apartments

the view from my new room..
 old neighbor..

new neighbor..

And all this becomes clear. too clear that it is annoying. the separation between idealism and realism is just an illusion. as RF says "My life extends far beyond the limitations of me". Change has to be. Change it for all. Change it for him. Change it for her. And change everything.



the f&b industry is utterly disappointing. everyone some how has come to the conclusion that loads of sugar= loads of sales in India. 5star. tcha..dairymilk..worstest sweet.. even hide and seek strawberry flavor is just hide and seek sugar cream flavor. there is so much artificial sweetness in India and its kind of making you numb.  its holi today. i never understood the whole color throwing business  i know its fun, i have been told. but no thank you, like Bilbo i refuse to go for an adventure. life looks good from behind my desktop, thank you. Yet, you know sooner or later this limbo will automatically die and one will be forced to go out. without knowing where to go. like pi, struck in the ocean. there was so much life around him all the time, but in the ocean. and Pi felt alone. I was fucking bored in my demo yesterday. When i say it aloud it feels nice.. sit in a cafe in hauz khas with your laptop.. you keep getting requests from the portal and i keep manually clicking and playing them.. thats like 30 secs in 5 mins.. the rest of the time i was free to sight the birds.. fight the mosquitoes.. and read absurd articles.. one was sent to me by an idiot, the article was how indian start up guys never get girls for kalyanam ouak samandham..back to the cafe, and i also get free good food. nice job. yet i am so bored. i know i just wanted to do something. but it feels.. kind of forced. like i just sat sat and sat till all my options expired/rejected automatically and was left with all but one choice.. to face the long dark of moria..its supposed to have some breath taking moments.. but mostly dangerous and boring and hard.. when life was all comfy and simple, you wanted something exiting.. but just when you are about to try something, you feel the cold feet. all this comforts need to be given away? and all i am going to get is satisfaction? i totally now understand how all the guys get either money/girl for satisfaction and use the other to get more money. it makes sense. and coming back to pi.. what a cruel book/movie that was.. show us all that is beautiful with the world.. construct it.. and then in two minutes to the japs, break that so cruelly.. i mean i was imagining Tabu's body floating in the ocean, bleeding and shark approaching the body and pi shutting his eyes.. now if only, the movie had shown the actual shark eating human scene.. common be bold, dont let us imagine such a gory scene and make us guilty.. just describe the whole tore here bit by bit.. frenzy feeding.. the murder's face changing from gory to human, before he is about to surrender to pi.. fucking morons these writers are.. no one ever accuses them of spreading violence.. there is so much hate that, stopping its propagation might be beneficial.. its the coward's choice, but hey who cares.. just let us shut out from it.. as i was climbing the metro today, i remembered a lady was shot in the same metro station yesterday.. there was no mark.. just gone.. and she was someone was a distant shitty toi article, who will be promptly forgotten.. you know all this twitter.. real time sharing.. its just to make you consume more.. consume, not understand.. you just keep on reading so much that, it becomes just reading.. there is no time to reflect.. to learn.. and you start having standard responses.. outrage.. no one in india accepts if you tell them that you are arguing it for the heck.. i mean people want you to take a stand that you support the idea and hence are arguing for it..why cant one just argue for one subject, knowing very well its the wrong one? its amusing no?