Reason

A Tiny spec in the Cosmos

A Soul knocking on the Horizon

A Voice trying to be Heard

A Form trying to get Shape

A Blur, A Haze, A Shadow

Screaming

Its Weekend Already!!!

Selfish Need

Ok here goes, for the first time in the last two years of my blogging life, am using this world for some marketing. I need some work done and well I need ppl. So ppl who are here.. (yea, You..am talkin to u) Listen up real careful.

We Need ppl for the place am workin for now. We need marketing ppl. *Drum roll*
Basic requirement: someone with truck loads of common sense and ability to use HEAD (to think)
Men & Women welcome (though I would like women..my boss needs somebody...yanybody)

*shakes head* I still can't believe am doing this and she talked me into this. Ok. Experience is not a criteria at all. If u need a job and if u are in the look out for a job, drop me a line.

Oh yea..who we are...we are into EVENTS.. We are an event management firm!!!

Interested? Drop me a line...


Ok now...what do I post..Regulars in my world...sorry. Suffering from writers block. Shall post somethin decent real soon.

Wish You Were Here...

For millions of years mankind lived just like the animals...then something happened which unleashed the 'Power of Our Imagination'...we learned to talk...

Point Blank

*The setting was a coffee shop normally filled with ppl except on this fateful day*
Three couples spread across the area, in all the corners, whispering sweet nothings and sippin coffee and other colored drink. And the Lean Dude, sittin alone in a table after attending an interview that went pretty damn well.

I order for my cappucino and wait while I light a cig and slowly take a drag and experience the smoke filling my lungs. My coffee is on the table, I take a sip and look at my phone that was lying on the table, after I hear two beeps signalling an sms. I was typing a reply, when I see a person walking in front of me and stopping rite in front of my face. I was still too busy sending a reply when I see the man, lifting his shirt and pointing his finger to the top of his trouser. *what I saw next was something i have read bout it in a lot of books and seen in a lot of hollywood flicks. A pistol was hanging loose from his trouser. Then I looked up to see a man in his mid thirties, hair pressed closely to his scalp, oily and with a huge brown shades covering has his face. Clean shaven- dark brown skin tone wearing a white kurta material shirt and jeans. I looked at his face and this was what happened the next five mts.

Me: *Having no clue and no expression. Looks at his face.
Him: What the F**K are u looking at?
Me: No expression.
Him: This is a .93 calibre. F**ker, I don't like ppl lookin at me (all this in broken english)
Me: *thinkin to myself..WHen DID I EVER LOOK AT U IN THE FIRST PLACE. U were the one who came and lifted ur shirt and showed me the gun*
Him: You think your cool? F**ker. I don't like ppl who try to look cool. I don't like long hair.
*sayin this, he walks upto me and sits next to me on the chair*
Him: I am D's gang member in B'lore. I don't like ppl lookin at me.
*Can smell booze. This guy is pissed drunk and has a gun*
ME: OK. *Don't have a clue as to how to react and Was not scared* Was thinkin this was all some prank..so was looking around for a car or a corner with a camera shooting this whole thing for some television show or something.
Him: Hey, stop looking. Do u wanna get up without a sound and leave now or do u wanna die here in the coffee shop? *sayin this, the man takes his hands to the gun and shows the gun to me again*
Me: *takes another drag from my cig and sips on my coffee..wonderin what the hell is wrong with him and the others, who all seem to be enjoyin their afternoon with their coffee*
Him: U will die if you look at me again. *Gets up, goes to the table behind mine and sits there and orders for coffee*
Me: *Makes sure I don't turn back and get a drunk man with a gun really pissed off*
Him: *Sits behind me and shouts to the guy in the shop to get his coffee and also buy a packet of cigs for him*

*after bout ten mts...with him sittin behind me..I was replayin the whole scene in my head, while drinkin my coffee*
ME: *Finishes my cup...gets up to pay for my coffee. Pays up and when coming out, dare to look at the man again*
Him: *smokin and drinking coffee, and looks at me* STARES BLANK on my face
ME: *continues to walk and does with out having a bullet up my head*

And I thought having a coffee at 12:30 in the afternoon in this city was a joy.

ABSOLUT

ABSOLUT
Originally uploaded by Lean Dude With An Attitude.

Thro with my Eternal Holiday. Miss the three little munchkins, endless nites, long days, endless coffee, new dimensions, family, mantras, sitting by the fire.
BAck to life in the concrete jungle, no complaints,back to endless nites at work, endless coffee, familiar faces, more family, miss the munchkins tho..
ABSOLUT IYER is back.

A Hole

OK, my last post was bout the reasons that attract ppl to blogging, and in the last one week, I have been subject to a lot of shockin, life altering and well just plain interestin news from the blog world.

What normally starts as a hobby, or a plain love and interest to write, share and communicate begins to slowly take its toll on bloggers. The most important thing being, u know that WHAT EVER U WRITE- others can sit in front of their comp and read it (ok smart ass, Don't even think bout askin me bout protected posts..shall take that very thing ur holdin in ur hand and shove it up urs.... *mumbles gibberish) . Nothing is personal. Well that's our choice, we get to choose wat others read. We get to post it, blog bout it or keep it to ourselves. There are ppl who start bloggin and are addicted to the comments bug more than their posts..They start writing for comments. Then what they write makes no meaning to what they wanna write. What they write is not really THEIRS. there is no human touch to it.

I have been in this world for quite some time to know certain aspects of blogging. Certain effects that blogging causes to ppl. The concept of personal space is intruded. The concept of time is royally fucked. It gets cramped in here, it gets claustrophobic, it gets too much of a load to keep givin things to ppl, coz they are hooked onto ur life. What is the end result. A temporary shut down, a period of hibernation, a break, a journey some place, or a permanent shutting down of the blog.

But it's not possible. They are already hooked to the crazy claws of this cyber blog world, that they return to write more tryin to forget bout the past as a mistake, learning from them, writing for themselves this time around, or just come back into the blog world with a new URL (makes life simple..or so they think)

It hurts me to see Strong ppl, intelligent ppl, dumb pricks, losers all falling into the pressures of the blog world.
It surely is "SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST"

P:S Come back ,I miss u already!!!

Blaags for weird ppl

What is it tht attracts ppl to bloggin?

Are all bloggers genuine writers, in their own league? DO they blog coz they love writing. They are just bored. They are software engineers, who are paid out of their brains to sit in front of the comp all day? Or pathetic lovers who take their revenge? Or just plain odd people tryin to sound philosophical or in simple terms, too stoned beyond.

What is the scene when it comes to blogs?

I was just the usual guy-next-door, hair messed up, too lazy to keep the huge lump in place, too broke and without a job to buy a clean new pair of jeans and a T-shirt. A boring day in college turned out to be my guru to this completely new world of Blog. I registered the same evening. A huge mug of coffee sure was the reason.

Here I am, I have a new blog now, wat do I do? The typical computer illiterate that I am, I can't differentiate between a flowchart and a venn diagram, a program and a problem, html to mtnl. It was strange. It was scary even. Why did I sit and fiddle with the crazy comp and the options that blogger gave me the whole night. This brings me back to the first para of this post.

Confused, frustrated and out of coffee, I decided I shall screw the demon (read html code) in the blog that was seriously tryin to screw me and doing a pretty good job at that. Endless attempts, failed attempts- endless mugs of coffee and a lot of ciggies later, i crack the code, and my keyboard. That's when I realised i sure have a strong head for things.

OK, i have my blog fixed. Used the template that blogger gave me, a 'Kaching' orange, a shitty yellow, a gooyie green and a boogie blue. (ah they all rhymed). Orange it shall be for starters. Next koshtin to self, now what? More coffee's later, I read some random blog from the net. Momma-BUn-BUM (no kiddin). read her blog, she was errr graphic bout her life and sexcapades, her kids and her nanny (don't ask me why) and she had so many ppl in her blogroll (the term that am familiar with only NOW). Who are all these ppl? And why do they blog? This brings me back to the first para of this post AGAIN.

Gosh! It's 4:30 in the morning. What am I doing up so late and typing crap on the comp? Am I one in the list? This brings me back to the first para of this post AGAIN....

Yea, am bored and I can't sleep. You have a problem?