tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18141700406103121952024-03-14T02:25:27.158+05:30Funny Side UpUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814170040610312195.post-32496414560812003772017-11-15T18:24:00.002+05:302017-11-15T18:24:25.673+05:30Not the usual run story
I love running. Over the years I have toiled to get better at it and be able to call myself a legitimate runner. As most runners would tell you, the idea of going through the pain of transporting oneself from point A to point B, without motorised or mechanical aid, using solely a fanatic drive to move one’s lower limbs incessantly till the journey is done, is absurdly attractive. Runners talkUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814170040610312195.post-20251832222793639622016-04-09T20:07:00.000+05:302016-04-11T12:06:13.789+05:30Behold, he cometh!
I woke up with a jolt. A distant
voice, intending to be melodic but failing miserably at it was beckoning me to
rise and take notice. As I sat in my bed contemplating if it were just a dream
or something real, I inadvertently reached out to my phone and tapped gently on
the YouTube app on the screen. Beads of cold sweat trickled down my forehead as
my heart raced like its pants were on fire. I Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814170040610312195.post-58519401730715860642015-06-24T10:37:00.000+05:302015-06-27T10:45:59.718+05:30The Bubble Wrap Syndrome
Dear friends ,
Image courtesy: cartoonsy.com
For some time now I have been planning to write to you all but could never get down to it. I was contemplating if a phone call, or possibly, an in person meeting would be a better way to execute this communication task.
After much thought though, I concluded that a phone call would leave my visual senses vulnerable to Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814170040610312195.post-70697188663763928622014-05-06T15:27:00.001+05:302014-05-06T15:29:37.832+05:30The football game
Source: familysportsfun.com
“Would you like to go this time?" , my wife enquired from the other end of the phone. This wasn't for a trip to shop or watch a rom-com, instead, she wanted to know if I'd want to go and play football with a few of her friends from office.
" Sounds great... I am in!", I replied, making sure that my voice was loaded with uncontrollable enthusiasm. Deep Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814170040610312195.post-81583590538028499582013-12-21T15:17:00.001+05:302013-12-21T15:17:36.221+05:30When the first officer came lastAs the inflight announcement commenced, I looked up in blank space, neutering the rest of my 4 senses, to get my hearing sense in overdrive. I don't know if you've ever noticed, but this is exactly what we all do when we try to use one of our senses at the periphery of its ability -shut the others out.
Anyway, so I was paying full attention to this disinterested captain as he expressed hisUnknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814170040610312195.post-33021212498896329572013-08-19T11:33:00.001+05:302016-04-10T15:54:36.620+05:30Quit the gum
A long time ago, when I was little, life was all about enjoying sweet drinkables. One day, my mother decided to surprise me by feeding me something quite different from what I had ever allowed within the moist confines of my mouth. I can't really remember my words because it has been long but I am sure I mumbled WTF or something.
I looked at her questioningly, demanding an Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814170040610312195.post-65763981065419272022013-05-17T16:21:00.001+05:302014-05-06T15:33:07.225+05:30Save the world, don't fall for puzzles
If there is one thing that has freaked me out since I was a kid, it's puzzles. All kinds of them - the verbal ones, the written ones, the disguised as math problem ones, the Internet ones, and the latest in the series- the what's app ones ( they, my friend, are the scariest ). As a young boy with a curious mind, I often tried to attempt puzzles when they came my way but could never quite figureUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814170040610312195.post-84035197509415320352013-03-23T23:33:00.001+05:302014-05-06T15:33:48.502+05:30Egg-love'ya
Dear half fried,
Let me start by thanking you for all the joy you have brought to my life over thousands of breakfasts in the last 3 decades. Even though I have known you for so long now, I still get thrilled like a child, anticipating which way you'd flow when I poke you out of your inertia. The excitement of slowly traversing through the white to arrive at your bright and happy yolk atUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814170040610312195.post-19716224259783434612012-12-31T02:00:00.000+05:302014-05-06T15:34:04.758+05:30On food, life, and the new year
Image source: mcmissouri.com
The new year is just a day away. It's in times like these that I turn into this person who is capable of some real introspection. This evening, as I sat in the warm comforts of my quilt, sipping on a delightful cup of latte, and doing my bit of the annual deep thinking, a sudden realization struck me- Deep inside me, in the core of of my soul, where the seed ofUnknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814170040610312195.post-68172375173379371782012-11-20T23:30:00.001+05:302012-12-31T15:16:42.136+05:30Dear Rodney
Dear Rodney,
We haven't been formally introduced but I am sure you know me. I am the guy who lived in this room before you took it over. For some time now, I have been wanting to have a heart to heart talk with you but I guess our sleep cycles don't match, so instead, I decided to leave you this note.
Did you know Ratinson? If you are related to him in any manner, let me tell you Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814170040610312195.post-11064645458838812682012-08-27T19:10:00.000+05:302012-08-28T18:52:58.194+05:30I love ketchup; here's why
There's an ongoing war between
those who love ketchup, and those who hate it. Whether ketchup
democratizes taste or makes everything taste reassuringly predictable, is a
point that doesn't look like getting resolved.
I am a ketchup lover, but to
me, it's not about the taste. I would rather take the ketchup out of this whole
'taste' domain and replace it within a framework ofUnknownnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814170040610312195.post-28203384909045137782012-08-23T16:16:00.001+05:302012-12-31T15:17:49.026+05:30I just don't get the queue
There's something about queues that upsets me. The idea of being a part of a linear arrangement, in anticipation of a fair opportunity at the end of it, has never really appealed to me. It is easy to ascribe these feelings to my North-Indian origin, where general disregard for order of any kind is instilled in every individual. We, the people from North -India, are quite Darwinian in ourUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814170040610312195.post-79480621163224011382012-08-05T01:28:00.001+05:302012-08-30T11:18:34.851+05:30The Rise of the Road Toads ( or simply, how to handle rage- crazy drivers on the roads)
Does your self esteem take a blow every time you take your car out on the roads? Do you find yourself incapable of suitably responding to aggressive, unwarranted gestures of other drivers? Do you, at times, get frustrated and consider giving up driving all together?
If your answer to any of these questions is a little nod with closed eyes, and a pained expression, then you are probably Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814170040610312195.post-63034227407643165392012-07-27T13:46:00.000+05:302012-07-27T16:25:30.284+05:30R.I.P Ratinson: An Obituary for My House Rat
Pobert Ratinson , the much hated rat of the Ahmed household passed away yesterday . He was found lying belly up , mouth open , and tail twisted underneath the bed in the smaller room of the house.
Ratinson in his happier , alive days
Ratinson had taken the house as his own a week ago, after he got an opportunity to sneak in through the front door, possibly, left open by the other Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814170040610312195.post-65407337826608506612012-07-20T11:56:00.001+05:302012-07-20T13:10:32.894+05:30The Theory of Quinque Nuisances
There are these times when you feel that you’ve
discovered something big. In the days of yore, you could express your ecstasy
of discovery by running out of your bath tub sans clothes and well meaning
people would write about it in good spirit. Not anymore. Thanks to this space here, I can put down
some serious, profound, and thought provoking stuff and be at peace with
myself.
On the Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814170040610312195.post-56426152463221140482012-07-11T13:38:00.000+05:302012-07-11T13:47:32.318+05:30A diary entry from an airplane
Aboard a Delhi bound 2 hour flight, I am realising that flying in an airplane, unless you are flying
one yourself, can be a really boring experience. You are strapped to your seat,
forbidden from using your phone, forced to eat meagre portions of sick, gut
wrenching food and above all, expected to behave yourself. You could also find
yourself in the company of extremely gifted people who can Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814170040610312195.post-11611808703878515072012-07-03T21:00:00.000+05:302013-01-02T13:04:26.733+05:30The 7 magnificent ways to keep yourself busy ( when you find yourself useless)
Sometimes, lack of work can drive you nuts. Especially, if you have never known what it means to be without work. A first, it might not appear to be a bad thing, but this misplaced sense of freedom can be baffling. It can kill you. Recently, my work-life balance got quite messed up due to all the 'excess' life. It was a painful phase full of listlessness and boredom. I found Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814170040610312195.post-70575119908308197062012-06-29T16:46:00.000+05:302012-06-29T17:18:14.269+05:30Coffee and the Sunday evening ritual
The thing about coffee, I mean good coffee, is
that it really gets you thinking. The dose of caffeine enveloped in a bitter taste,
accentuated by a warm aroma, does just enough to get those neurons working on
the double.
There’s a secret about coffee, known only to a select few, most of who
have stumbled upon it in serendipity - When you consume coffee at 10:52 PM on a
Sunday Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814170040610312195.post-25443662493887579182012-06-17T18:56:00.001+05:302012-06-17T19:10:44.882+05:30Five lies the world has been telling us The world as we know it, isn't very believable. There is a lot of trash floating around and you've really got to be careful about what you buy into. In fact, I have been living with a sense of being fooled for a while now.As a kid, I was thrilled everytime I lost a tooth. I would carefully take it out of the house, bury it under moist soil and then water the place regularly, hoping for Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814170040610312195.post-51268707140763466702012-06-12T20:53:00.001+05:302012-06-13T10:30:17.863+05:30My Running Log
I realised that my mind is at its best when I am out for a run. Reading through my thoughts during a typical 30 min run can be an intellectually stimulating experience if you can handle all the heavy stuff. Here's an example:
0-5 mins: I hate this stretching module. I also hate cars because they can get started without needing to warm up. That's probably because cars feed on petrol and I Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814170040610312195.post-80656741968611989792012-05-27T18:11:00.001+05:302012-05-27T18:15:40.671+05:30If I had written TwilightI can spin quite a story but there are some subjects that I find myself absolutely incapable of writing on. For example , Romance . The reason for my ineptness is not really the lack of words or ideas but the sheer inappropriateness of ideas to the subject . I think that nonsense is so deeply rooted into my thinking that churning out anything remotely meaningful is out of question. A few days Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814170040610312195.post-50737600735019991672012-05-23T23:28:00.001+05:302012-05-24T10:16:56.993+05:30How to be a Fruit Jedi
One of the most underrated tasks in the world is the task of buying fruits. Think about it, all fruits look equally fresh and inviting. The sly fruit seller carefully conceals the rotten ones amongst its healthier cousins,making the task of identifying it impossible.
In fact, the process of buying fruits is quite a spectacle. Men and women push, shove and elbow each other to lay their Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814170040610312195.post-33436210975681092892012-05-20T17:02:00.001+05:302012-05-20T22:25:59.982+05:30Khul ja Gym-Gym
I was a fat kid. A really fat one. One of the most vivid memories I have is that of this pretty girl from my 5th grade , asking me to teach a lesson to this brat by sitting on him. The good thing about being a kid is that you don't get the implicit insults, so I obliged. I sat on the guy and ate his lunch. He never misbehaved after that.
That was then. As I grew up, I realised the merits Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814170040610312195.post-55151726337503842892012-05-14T23:50:00.001+05:302012-12-31T15:19:54.689+05:30Turning Tomato
They say, I can't handle awkward situations. Apparently, it is quite easy to embarrass and turn me red. For around 3 decades now,I have selflessly served as a source of entertainment for those who derived sadistic pleasure in watching me melt into a pool of abhashedness, simply, by talking about unacceptable topics (like the color of someone's underwear).
I think of myself as somewhat Unknownnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814170040610312195.post-51894273662835750112012-05-07T23:38:00.001+05:302012-05-15T15:20:37.360+05:30The Art of Bullshitting
Everyone wants to be an office ninja. It takes years of perseverance and practice to attain the status of one. But to a chosen few, who are exceptionally gifted, this comes easy. I had my moment of epiphany in a train journey . I was reading something esoteric to feel intelligent ( I often do this when I travel ) and stumbled upon the mention of a book that talked about the art of cold Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8