Conversation…

At times, when you are lying on your bed looking right up and lazily swinging your legs to the numbing ‘house‘ genre beats. It happens, a ping, a popup, the desire to see who is it that reached out to you.

I grabbed it with both my hands, it brings a smile on my face. So tonight is an excerpt of such a conversation. To get you all to speed it all happened due to the amazing google doodle on 22nd May, 2012. The synthesizer and what I would believe is my masterpiece ( DISCLAIMER: Your speakers and computer safety is at your discretion and if you wish to then please if you must: http://g.co/doodle/mghcfk)

I would let this amazingly written out reply, do the rest of the talking.

” I am sure you are very talented. And of course talent should be nurtured but talent is dependent on toerance,tolerance at various levels and tolerance in turn leads to acceptance which is the ultimate goal of talent.. so talent should always be honed, shaped, manipulated so tht it leads to acceptance..in your case.. there is abundance of talent however I can gauge that it just might be slightly difficult to tolerate..only becoz its new talent and diffrent from what we have observed so far. nothing personal..we all know any type of change is tough to tolerate and thereby accept,. ” — Debaparna.

So, the point is this (gloating) – it requires a failure (no need for guessing which one!) to recognize, be amazed, with the true fact – the power of words one exercises and simply put – the mentioned author calls it horseshit, well are those not good fertilizers ?

*Please feel free to use this if you may.  If I can happen to find the author too has a blog, I would provide a link.

Please give me an answer..

As I sat on my bed, cracking my knuckles and singing, if I remember correctly,

‘I’m asking WHY, I’m asking WHY, nobody gives an answer I’m just asking WHY…’

it would be deceiving my readers to say that I was feeling rosy. The afternoon that lay before me promised to be one of the annoying ones, no good to man or beast.

The throat had gone sore, the water had no taste, and a warmth had grown within me. The moment that followed entranced me by the lyrics that followed,

‘The things that I’ve learned from you, Cause life just took you away…’

The view I took of it was that had come upon me. I was robbed of my riches, a mere shadow of my former self and in no condition to cope with the capital players of Mafia Wars!

I was starting to reach for my phone and had switched to ‘May it be..’ by Enya when my reverie was interrupted by the sound of soft notification in my taskbar. I sat upright, alert, as you might say, curious. It was my RSS feed, a new post – Delhizen’s blog.

There was a network wait for about few seconds, during which, my moodiness now was much lightened. I rendered, Gladiator’s OST– ‘Now we’re free’.

Something seems to be arresting your attention

The post was of considerable length, if I were to give you its substance – it was about literature.

I hurriedly punched in few words and I started sharply. With no preliminary warning to soften the urge, I momentarily switched to Survivor’s – ‘Eye of a tiger’.

It is not often that I’m confronted with feelings on so majestic a scale. I gathered from the communication with the gentleman I was indeed standing amidst piles of paperbacks.

It was in quite a fairly tense mood, I was unquestionable conscious of a certain jumpiness. When I came in touch with it, the effect was quite magical. That apprehensiveness feeling left me, to be succeeded by a quite sense of power. I cannot put it better than by saying that, I was already signing onto a small lengthy piece of paper.

Well, to give you some idea, I remember the count to be four. They wake the sleeping tiger in a chap. Speech seemed to have been wiped from my lips, and I saw, as I had foreseen would happen, that a long night awaits me.

It is at moments like this that a man realizes that the only course for him to pursue, if he to retain his self-respect is to unship its gaze into the stained white paper.

I’m going to have muscle in and with that note I shall take your leave, not before signing it off with this quote…

“Every burned book enlightens the world.” - Ralph Waldo Emerson

Going nowhere…

Take that!

I was starting to get through the fact, to apply myself in travelling the different parts of galaxy each weekend – was kind of important. So today I steered myself right, so me went with me advice. I was in need of my shinning armour!

Bled to death

Took care of the buggers, insatiable morons!

Time for a quick checklist

• Armour
• Strength
• Chariot

 

Hot wheels

Err..A real human ride, please.

Thank you

With half a seat to spare, I obliged its emperor with the most expensive gift.

The cool breeze was no longer to be felt as I precariously found myself in a maze.

I could feel the sweat on my brow, the urge to break free, the path that will lead me somewhere, I climbed  the tallest mountain!

Peak

This torrid journey had left me dry under the scorching sun, and how I wished for an oasis!

After the consumption of heavenly elixir like a valiant gladiator I marched onwards to meet my advisory.

Elixir

I overcome my first larger than life opponent.

(Gladiator OST)

As I made myself to believe  I’d seen it all – until champion of the Champions magically appeared –

I'm the goatie!

He now serves me as a slave, only to answer to his name DSC_0026.

Holy cow!! The gods  have witnessed my triumph.

How ya doin?

Bagging the glory me humbly disappeared amidst the masses.

Spectators

The countryside had left me bleeding for food.

I see to my amazement familiar sights witnessed in my adolescent years, a home away from home that haunts me in my memory. Singing the enchanted songs, a hex that drew me towards it.

Family-rity

While I cannot think of this as an espionage, but I must secure my cover – food they say is a way towards one’s heart, and I needed  a fast fix!

Dial 000 for home delivery

Having successfully completed my mission I needed to sleep away , damn I’d forgotten my rocket boots.

My mom is far, far away in another planet and they have seized my ship!

Hmm...

P.S. : Pictures courtesy Bangalore, Photographer – tangyorangesour.

Put your mouth, where the money is!

Not that we needed any proof, but if ever did then let me introduce myself.  My name is all-you-can-eat-buffet-holic.

It’s sort of customary these days for west bound contemporaries to throw in a sea-off party. Well, not much of a bash just a laid-back visit to any eatery and the host voluntarily paying off the bill. Hallelujah!

Being an epicurean it was no surprise that I am of gargantuan proportion.  I can down enough food to justify the price tag. It’s not much of a surprise why my peeps are eager to treat me at an all-you-eat-buffet.  Ahem-ahem.

Today was no different. My heart was warming up as I reached the last hurdle. A wooden door stood in between me and my destiny. On the other side I knew true to my heart awaits my glory. Raging within me a hunger for success I marched like a valiant soldier towards the battlefield.

I knew I had to put my mouth where the money is and not wasting any further time I geared up for the ordeal, equipped with effective crockery I recalled the very sacred teachings of our clan which has struck fear in the hearts of buffet restaurateurs everywhere.  And I shall let you in on the secret.

Pre-Meal Planning

• Starvation is bad. One classic buffet strategy is to skip breakfast/lunch so that you’re starving. If you try this method, you’ll usually find that your stomach can’t handle the shock of going from “help, need food” to “putting a lion to shame” just like that. Eat a normal breakfast and a light lunch earlier in the day and you’ll keep your metabolism in top form well into the night.
• Clear the runway. Make sure you pay a nice long visit to the bathroom not long before your visit to the buffet. You’re going to need every last square inch of those intestines.
• Dress for the occasion. Don’t even think of showing up to the buffet in pants that actually fit you. You want two sizes above normal at a minimum.
• Ride like a king. Take a cab. You don’t want the thought of any physical activity creeping into your head during your meal-a-thon.
• Be punctual. The food will be fresher if you show up ahead of the crowd. Fresher food is tastier, so you’ll enjoy eating it more.
• Take your time. What, you had other plans for the evening? No way. Get there ahead of the crowd and plan to stay until closing. You’ll want to take a long break or two, so bring something to keep yourself occupied while your fork is empty.

Attack That Buffet!

• Sit close, but not too close. If you can seat yourself, don’t pick a table too far from the action. Even a little bit of walking will contribute to your fatigue levels. At the same time, don’t sit two feet from the food stations because all those smells will hit you at once and wreak havoc on your olfaction.
• First stop: meat. The chicken, lamb, ghost will likely be tucked away in the far corner from where you’re seated, but that should be your first target. Soups, salads, biriyanis and rice are simply road blocks intended to fill you up quickly and save the restaurant money. Don’t fall prey to their gimmick.
• Your beverage of choice: Nothing. Drink as little as possible. You want as much of stomach space for food.
• Second stop: meat. Seriously, load up on meat if you want your money’s worth. Fill that plate up!
• Third stop: meat. Or maybe seafood.  Go for the costliest, prawns, shrimps, but try not to go for the cheap fillet ones. You want to utilize every bit of space left now.
• Fourth stop: By this time, you surely have had your money worth. But try out the different dishes, what the heck try out the vegetables** too!
• Take a break. Now you must take some much-needed rest. Laugh,share a joke. Talk on the phone. If no one calls, try calling your cellular operator and go for a mild stroll. Remember: Exercise kick starts your metabolism.  The only digestive aid you should use right now is time.
• Fifth stop: victory! Desserts. When you have had enough of your money’s worth, its time to celebrate. Storm the desert section, treat yourself with some sweetness. Nothing is more sweet than the sweet taste of victory!

Remember with great power, comes great responsibility, do it justice.

Oh, one last tip: Buffet is bad for your health if you consider having  healthy dining experience.

Bon Appétit!!

**For vegetarians:  Better you visit your friendly grocery store and then plan out the attack. Or better, as my friend did, go commando on cottage cheese aka paneer.

Do drop in your strategies too.