My Name is Red

Gradually my blog has started to look like more of a book review section rather than forum of any serious discussion (me being serious hardly happens actually) nevertheless if I am impressed by a book than I am inspired to write about it.”My name is Red” by Orhan Pamuk.I picked it up thinking that hopefully Nobel prize for Literature would be better than Booker prize winners at least. To tell you the truth it doesn’t disappoint at all.Its an amazing book. I don’t like the books which don’t compel reader to think and encourage more dumbness in the world. This book not just compel but keep reminding what knowledge base the reader is up against. Its challenging on every page coz it forces one to think and to determine the course of the story. Wonderful thing is all this is conveyed not by any self help philosophy or any revolutionary ideology. Its a simple murder mystery based on Ottoman Empire of late 16^th century. But then that’s where the readers comfort zone ends.

The style of narration is amazing and exhaust the reader in 30-40 pages only considering I belong to volume reader tribe.( m not boasting ppl I had finished Shantaram in 7 days J) it was a revelation.

So if at all any one reading the blog and trust my reco on books. It is the book to go for.

Post MBA Paranoia

So as they say alls well if ends well. I am an MBA…well sorta “almost “(the gr8 CONVO is yet to happen you see). Back to the MBA theory. After 5 lacs of self mortgage called as education loan I am an MBA. Now instead of 1 in a billion I am 1 in a million. Truth of the matter is this only. Every 4^th person it seems is an MBA. So what’s great about me? Actually that’s just a placement question. Nobody can expect or stomach the truth.

So new lease of life is to start in about a months. All ready...camped, rested and packaged we will embark upon the voyage to explore and if possible to go and “win the world”. There is no place to be content. Every step is the justification of the last one. And every next one has the legacy of the present to live through. I am not sure I am making much sense but complicated demons for the twisted life ahead.

Here on we enter ‘winner takes all’ world. One might like it or not. It’s survival story of individual lives. I am sure not the best prototype but talking like this helps in keeping the morale high.

My playground will be the breeding ground of the original Indian dream (not sure if such a term exists)...no I have no qualities to be able to enter bollywood. Max talent I have is may be dubbing artist for animated flicks. Les c what it means when they say “yeh hai Mumbai meri jaan”

Tour de India

I love my country.I know a many who would love to run off at the first opportunity but I love everything about it.Food..(obviosly I am a veggie),people,colours even the haggling one needs to do at every point.

I have became quite a pro in writing travelogues i guess.Offlate I have travelled to so many places that i feel more of a nomad and less of an MBA.worse I hate to plan and backpack trips at shoe string budgets are awesome as they are crazy.

This time the plan was to cover North India and to roam as long as theres only return ticket fare is left. So I joined the gang in jaipur post their escapeds in Rajasthan.The trip at chokhi dhani was brilliant but too much of oil and ghee gave my stomach jitters next day.



So we embarked our journey to Agra..roamed around Fatehpur Sikri the whole afternoon.Saw Akbar`s grand residence and his huge bedroom..i m dead sure it was not meant for only Jodha.saw the mahal`s of other queens and the small tunnel for Anarkali.

Later in the evening saw the symbol of louve..love or no love in life..the place is majestic and impose itself that one cant stay unawed.watching sunset there was touching experience.It makes you place the surroundings above the self ego and that whole feeling can give you immense peace.

Our next destination was chandigarh.The rock garden can get monotonous but i am awed by the perseverence of Mr Tek Chand ..i mean to create something out of the garbage so beautiful is commendable and also one has to be with the dream for so long.Some people are so strong willed that they not inspire you..i am rather embarresed than motivated.Someday I`ll do something big.:)

From Kalka to Shimla in a toy train was also an awesome experience.The small little thing along the tiny tracks.Didnt somebody said that the journey is the reward :)

Being Fooled by Randomness..end of the story

Another very personal post.
I guess discussing personal life at public domain kinda gives a kick..like making out in public or jus normal PDA.Anyways its not a happy post.As I had said earlier about the story of randomness in my life I guess this is the epilogue.
Sometimes you wish to hang on to the relationships.Its funny why would I even try to do that considering I am not even ready for One but anyways i guess its over and done between my random friend.After lots of after thought status of my relationship stands at being the best friend at this place.So this location alliance was to come to an end.The tenure at the place is over so I need something more than randomness than to hold on to.when we became happy with status quo and where status quo is as bleak as black than its better to wipe it off and start afreash someplace else.
People say that I could have done better for myself but i disagree.It was a choice i had made so good or better I am what i choose for.And I do not have any regrets of the whole episode except certain drunk phonecalls.Alcohol can make a person feel sorry also more times than he should be.Anyways its always weird when one decides to leave something behind and move on.So are we still friends now..may be ..but i wont call her in the middle of the night if i need help.ya she is always welcome.

Poem from me

Well I used to be a poet.But then I used to be a lots of things which i have left now.But I thot my blog wdout a poem is definetely incomplete.So here it is "a creation from once a very twisted mind".
Existantial Exasperation

Drugs,rehabs to drill
Perdition to placebo pills
then why there is stillness still
Perhaps I am dead
of change I am scared
Jadded it looks
reality of course
Same o`l mirror
faces it makes
expressions it can fakes
Then what does it takes
For difference to be clear
Questions, abyss and fear
Reinvent self, O` dear