A turned over leaf on the greener side of the grass!!

And thus the saga begins again! Or so I'd like to believe haha..

Some good hearted people who know me well and have stayed by me,  know how much I love writing... Heck, I've sometimes considered myself the God of writing, thanks to endless-near-embarrassing praises and appreciation from some.

I have had a hard time finding the courage and will to write something on this public medium. I've been writing every day... And every day it goes some place private. Some place only I can access.

I've never felt helpless in all my life, except the last 16 months. It's almost like I've been bound and gagged.. Though I'd all my free will, I just couldn't execute any of it.

As with everything I love, I pursue. And so I will until I'm sent back to my own planet; my rightful home!

In all these years, this planet has become home too. I've begun turning human. As much as I appreciate every living being and still entity on this planet, I hate the human disadvantage. Some use it as an advantage, a weapon even! My perspective. My will!

I declare that nothing will rot behind the doors I'd closed myself behind. It's time for the stories to unfold. It's time for me and my pen to enter the foray; the land of fiction and fictitious friends!

I will write.. I will write about everything. My travels, my experiences, my imaginary friends and for the first time ever- I will write fiction to screw with your INNOCENT and NAIVE heads, for I love the very idea of mindless associations.

With that, I must brag. Perhaps just a little now. A month before the last time I wrote on this blog, I was 92-95kgs heavy. I now am 72 *swag mode* \m/. All that running behind courage and will power did pay off hahaha \m/

~

Peace

R.o.H.i.T... B-)

Rapid Amnesia!

Yeaaah!! \m/

I knew I was heading towards it, 'cos my memory that I was proud of once, seemed to slip off my head in bits and pieces.
All this started roughly 3 years ago, which co-incidentally marks the beginning of the 3 rough years!!

I began forgetting names of people. Names of places. - Then it hit a stagnant. Things looked like they're not going to get any worse.

And then came a time when I started forgetting names of friends- which was a little too weird. That was round the same time I decided I wouldn't blog. I did a marathon post. A post every day, until the blog closed.
Playing with words and writing was always(still is to an extent) my forte and something I could be proud of.

Then things happened. I started making mistakes. Simple ones. I could feel the pressure in the head when I'd search for words- something which never ever happened.  Those words would eventually come to me. And then, they stopped!

There were days when I'd pick up the dictionary and stare at it because I know I am looking for a word. But I don't know which letter it starts with.
I know the word's a simple one and I've used it a million times in the past, but I don't know how it sounds any more. It all started getting embarrassing. I could speak fluently and now I'm stuck. Waiting for words to finish one sentence? Wow! I knew it had to be a dream. I wished it would end soon.
Alas! The dream never did end.

Songs I've always heard to, now remain only as tunes. Their lyrics, GONE!


I've always remembered my childhood in TRUE HD. Now, only parts of remain. I know for a fact that I remembered something about something which happened in school, until a month ago. Now- It's gone.


My passwords have always been those that are not easy to break/guess, yet impossible for me to not remember.
'At least I'm doing well in this front', thought a version of me a couple of months ago. Well well, I should've known. That day's here. I access my gmail and couple of other sites every day! And I forgot all the passwords. At once! It's like they're gone!
I forgot my laptop password too. Good thing is I bound my password with the biometrics on the laptop. I only have to swipe my finger across the fingerprint reader and it unlocks my laptop. Good!!


I just made note of all my passwords somewhere. Imagine me forgetting my  phone unlock code or my office stuff or my ATM and Internet banking credentials-- The horror of it.


Sweet Holy Mother of Memory!! - You just abandoned me :D.

Rapid Amnesia- wassup mate? You're not welcome, but you don't really care, do you?!!

Me setting a Sky Lantern free at Jomtien beach. A candle to myself !! :D

~
rohit

We're all so Indian! :-)

This happened a few weeks ago and I was coming back after my classes and I saw a Sardar riding a motorcycle with his kid sitting on the tank and his wife as his pillion. She was holding a LARGE suitcase and she had this innocent look on her face. All of us had to stop at the traffic lights and I switched my bike off- I had 90 seconds before our side would get the "Green" signal.

The Sardar for some reason thought I was checking out his wife and he kept looking back at me. And she was looking at me from the corner of her eyes, to check if I was checking her out!

Loll... It was then that I actually started checking their family :P.. Something happened and a bike ahead of me went ahead and there I was, right next to the Sardar's vehicle. His kid was knocking the petrol tank and he was humming a tone I had no clue about. The Sardar was looking at me rather angrily and I didn't know how to react to it.

I actually wanted to see if his wife also was giving an angry stare so I looked at her and she was still looking at me with her head bent down. She looked so much like the lead in Love Aaj Kal.

The chota Sardar then looked at me and he raised his eyebrows and he looked exactly like the sardar kid in Kuch Kuch Hota hain.

On the other hand, papa Sardar was getting angrier and he started to look like Bobby Deol in Bhagat Singh. I was starting to get worried if I'd get beaten to pulp by this hefty Sardar and just then our turn had come-- Aaah the Green light! I raced past him. Sardar and family far behind now :P.. Phew :D

I reached Lifestyle flyover at Begumpet and a guy bumped into another bike. It clearly was his fault. He then shouted in pain and then the guy whose bike he bumped into went into a console mode, from his angry mode. All done, both of them started their bikes and went off. I noticed this guy(the one who was at fault), chuckle as soon as the other guy disappeared. Nothing had happened to him. That scene looked so damn filmy. He actually was a good actor.

No matter how much we improve our lifestyles, no matter how much we act different from the crowd and no matter what we become as a result of life’s doings on us, we will always remain the filmy, Bollywood Indian. Most dialogues used to impress those of the opposite sex are pick offs from Bollywood movies. Not just cupid, fights, arguments, sorrow or happiness--- everything’s so filmy yet so real!

It’s just that we’re all so Indian!! :)

Super huge thanks to everyone who’s dropped by my blog :-)... 24 more hours and I’ll already be an year older and this blog will be off the blog-o-sphere.. Super awesome \m/...

~~Peace

R.o.H.i.T....

~~Day 21 of my blog-a-day for 22 days marathon. Memoirs of a Drunken Junkie shuts down on the 22nd of April :-)

Still Night!

It was someday last year and I was walking through thick vegetation on the city outskirts. Below is an account of what I witnessed.

Was a still and silent night indeed!

That day was a still night.

I could actually hear their plight.

They roamed about in their robes all white,

While I struggled to move, with all my might.

They moved so fast, they were oh so bright!

I stood still in awe, watching that unbelievable sight!

Right then, my inner self speaks to me about the sight and he sighs.

Can't always be  ghosts on a still night, they’re the fire flies! :D

ROFLMAO! :P 

~~Peace

R.o.H.i.T....

~~Day 18 of my blog-a-day for 22 days marathon. Memoirs of a Drunken Junkie shuts down on the 22nd of April :-)

Hyderabadi Hindi boleto aisich rehna!!

Hou miyaan bilkul sahi sune tum.. Ab dekho, aaj kal ke potte pottiyaan kyaa hain ki English mein full phaaast baataan karre aur apne Hyderabadi Hindi ku lite le lere. Hindi kaun baat karta chichaa? Tumaare baava? Chalo baava pe nai jaatoon lekin kyaa karein patthe yeh generation mein ek se ek naalayak dimaag karaab logaan nikalre.

The Charminar in all its glory. The roads are never empty. But at 6am that day, it was!

Mai Kya bolroon, samajhre ki nai? Parson kyaaki Deccan Chargers ka naya advertisement dekha mai.. Abbaaa!! Kyaa chindiyaaan ad nikaala yaaron. Hyderabad ko full shining shining kar diye bolo. Hyderabad ka ad boleto aisich rehna boltoon!

Khair yeh sab hote rehta, lekin apne Deccan Chargeraan kya toh bhi karre Hyderabad mein matchaan hote time pe. Pinde me milaa dere matchaan. Ghar ku aake khele waqat kyaa hota ki. Baingan apne playeraan jamaalgutta khaa le ke aate kya? Siraf ek match jeet te yaaron ghar pe? Apne ghar pe? Mai phulll disapaaint ho gaya yaaron. Kya karinge? Phir bhi Deccan Chargers ka T-Shirt daal le ke “Go chargers, Go Chargers, Go, Go Go Go....” bol ke cheering karrooon. Aur do teen baar yahaan Hyderabad mein hare samjho, mai lite le letooon yahaan ke matchaan.

Yeh kirkit bhi kyaa kit kit hain chicha... dum karne ko ich khelte. Baingan office jaane waale ku ghar pe bitaatha, school jaane waale bachhe ku pet darad yaad dilaatha, college ke potte toh chodo... resortaan, pub, bar bolke kahaan kahaan ki jaate, unke baava ke paise udaa ke aathe. Apan bhi karte bolo, lekin hadh hona na yaaron..

Yeh blaag post ko jo bhi padhra, usku seedha seedha, final waaarning deke bolroon. Patthe, Hyderabadi hindi ku lite nakko lio... Angrez, Hyderabad Nawabs wagera wagera dekhe waqat kyaaki pet pakad leku haste, baat karne ko nahi hota re chindi chor? Baat karna nahi aata boleto, seekho. Mereku contact karo. Mera number honga na? Nai hain toh mera website address honga na, usku email karo. Kochanaa bhi poochlo. Mai mere website se tumaare website ku thode tipsaaan bhejtoon. Aisa seekhlo. Apan aisich neglet kiye toh apna Hyderabadi hindi ka dukaan bandh ho jaata chicha.. Inne phekra bolke nakko socho.  Aisich mazaak mazaaak mein razaak ho jaata. Aaakhe do teen khan bhairiyaan detoon, tab maloom hota inne sach bolraa bolke.

Chalo mai abhi tata bye bye boltoon. Hindi mein type karna dimaag kharaab hain yaaron. Baat karinge, aajao Saturday Sunday ku. Mil ke, saath mein baataaan karinge. Aisich aate waqat Paradise ki Biryani lekar aajao yaaron... Phir Milinge!

An ode to one of the best fusion languages ever! Urdu and Hindi= Hyderabadi Hindi. Fun to talk, fun to listen and a new word comes up ever new week! 

My Hyderabadi Hindi Pocket Dictionary:

Potta/Potte--> Usually referred to a teenage boy. Sometimes any boy.

Potti/Pottiyaan-- >Teenage girl. Ditto as above.

Chichaa--> Uncle or old man. But it's frequently used between friends. They refer each other as chicha, patthe, sher, etc....

Patthe-- > Boy, dude

Chindiyaan--> Awesome

Baingan--> Brinjal

If you came across anything you couldn't comprehend, leave me a comment. I'd be more than glad to let you know what it means :D

~~Peace

R.o.H.i.T....

~~Day 17 of my blog-a-day for 22 days marathon. Memoirs of a Drunken Junkie shuts down on the 22nd of April :-)