Wednesday, June 29, 2005

A Proud Canadian Moment.

“Days like yesterday make me a very proud Canadian” This a journalist friend of mine told me while he called me at work today from "k"anada.
Being that I am a very strong believer in equal rights, I am a huge advocate of the same-sex marriage bill anywhere across the globe and the one, that has been hotly debated there in Canadian parliament for close to two years. Yesterday, the House of Commons in Canada voted to pass the bill allowing same-sex couples to legally wed all across Canada, not just in certain provinces, as it currently stands. The bill still has to be passed and signed by the senators, but it looks as though, by the end of July, Canada will officially be the third country in the world to legalize gay marriage!
Fucking, eh.....

Monday, June 06, 2005

Review: Life of Pi

No other book has antagonized me as my latest read, the book by Yann Martell, Life of Pi. While I was reading it, it was hard to put the book down. When I was listening to it’s CDs in my car, I would sit in for a few extra minutes just to know, what is about to happen next. But from the day one, I didn’t like the book and I could tell, I do not like what I am reading/listening but I kept on listening to it and reading it.

Now yesterday, when I finally finished the book, I felt like screaming on and kicking and slapping the author. I feel cheated. I feel like this author cheated me big time. The end is ridiculous. The only thing, I like about it is that I was not able to put down this book. But I know, I read this book in camouflage.

Now, it comes to recommending the book. I would say, NO. Do not read it. Its been more than 24 hours since I finished the book but I still am having heartache because of it. I am angry. Honestly, I don’t recall if I have been ever angry after reading a fiction book, but this time I am.

Friday, June 03, 2005

somehow somewhere!

Hmmmm, last time I said, I am considering almost everything as personal .. so just to break the ice, here I am posting the letter, the one I wrote to my "first and perhaps the only love of my life" "AS IS" except the name.


Happy Birthday ***,

As we grow old we become wiser and older years are the best years of someone's life. You are supposed to be more mature, and now definitely qualify for the mighty wise fraternity of full adult people. I am not saying, past years were bad or something, but yeah we cherished/used those years and now time to move on and enter in the sane world. Well, hypothetically!

Anyway, I hope you are happy and still think about me once in a while. I do think about you. Frankly, I never really stopped. There are hardly any days when somehow somewhere in my mind, conscienceless or unconsciously you don't come in my thoughts. I am amazed by this, but don't know what it is, and what to call it and what to make out of it. There are so many things I want to talk about. There are so many things I want to tell. There are millions of questions I want to ask you. But, I don't know where I stand with all this. Do I even have right to tell you everything or even ask you everything. Sometimes, I wonder about it.

I hope you are achieving, whatever you have thrived for. And you are in between the people who love you and care about you.

I am so glad that you wrote to me on and I am feeling like you celebrated your Birthday with me. I don't know why, but now I am in both joyous and sad mood at the same time. No idea why .....

Anyway ***, I wish you all the best and bestest of wishes.

Yours,
Me

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I will appreciate if no questions are asked about any of the contents of this letter.
PHEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW, OFF TO TAKE A WALK!!!!!!!!!!

Wednesday, June 01, 2005

Hobnobbing!

Hello everyone, I'm sorry *not* I've not written much, actually make it “haven’t written at all” recently but I've been appallingly busy with several things. There are quite a lot of you reading this now and I do appreciate the comments and emails I receive off readers, so please bear with me if I seem to disappear from time to time.

And the not so good thing is, I still have nothing to write or say except that I have been really busy. Now, most of you would be wondering about this and must be thinking, what the heck is this dude’s problem, who doesn’t work a minute over his 35 hours a week schedule. How could he be busy. But honestly, trust me, I am.

Alright, the ones who are convinced about me being busy would say, alright, busy doing what? … HAH.Good question, is all I can say.

This is summer, and summer in New York is very short lived. Oh! and it comes once a year for a few months , so I try to live each and every moment of it, and that is what I have been doing, spending time with the people I love, walking, running, sitting admiring nature, feeding ducks (haven’t done it so far this summer), talk to fishes (yah we do that, me and a few of us), sleep with my windows open, whoring slutting as usual and so on.

I have been waiting for this summer for a long time, as in the last summer, I couldn’t do much for so many reasons. Although I did a whole bunch of stuff, but this year I am planning on doing 10 times more than I usually do. Therefore, if my postings are not on regular intervals, please forgive me. (the bona fide version of me would say, “deal with it”)

There, is one more reason, I haven’t been writing much lately. As time goes on, I am being more and more lucid about what to write and what not to write. And what I do and why I do. It’s a fact I don’t like to talk about my personal life, well not just with anyone, let leave it to the whole wide world. That’s because I believe, it’s “personal” for a reason.

Sorry, not trying to be coy here, just being honest. So, that leaves a lot of stuff out, and lately whatever I have been doing, I consider it as personal. I think.

But, I definitely need to redefine the word “personal”. I need to redefine personal for real, beacuse with this speed; soon I won’t have anything to write up here. That means, everything is gonna end up in my secret diary which would be made public after a few hundred years as I do intend to live a looong looong life :-)