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 :-)

A Musical Masterpiece!

The best song ever! Listen to the music and tell me it is not. You might! But to each his own :D... This song's the best for all the right reasons. 

Reasons quoted below the song. Listen to it before you read the reasons :D

1) Did you hear the song? If yes, answer this question. I don't want a no here :D

--->"What did you hear between 3:37 and 3:45?"

2) There are no vocals for the first 2 minutes and 18 seconds of the song. Just  plain ethereal  instrumental music.

3) It's not often that You feel the hair on the back of your neck sway to the music and say "dude, I've swayed enough for an entire year. Can I get a break now?". Yet they spring up to action every single time the song plays. Happens to me! \:D/.

4) The lyrics are superawesexy. Yes! Disagree and I'll find you and punch you in the nose.

5) The last 1 minute and 50 seconds of the song is filled with instrumental music which is pure awesomeness! I feel myself drown into a nether-realm. I don't see the seconds hand of the clock move when this part of the song plays. It almost feels like time pauses while the last 2 minutes play. 

   This song clearly overshadows any other song on my personal top 10 ever. There's never a day that goes without me listening to it. I listen to this one, even on the crappiest of days. Days which hold no promises and days when I know there'll be no one to talk to/interact with. The gloomiest of days and the happiest of days. Days don't matter. This song JUST PLAYS! And it owns every other song.

Answer to Reason no#1- - -> Did you hear the singer say "She's got the Mercedes Benz"??

No he didn't. He sang "She's got the Mercedes Bends!!". 

So much for innovation and improvements other songs try bringing into themselves. This song totally makes them look like newbies. Makes the song even more awesome!

~~Peace

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

~~Day 16 of my blog-a-day for 22 days marathon. Memoirs of a Drunken Junkie shuts down on the 22nd of April :-)

Edit:  Made a correction. Changed "talk/interact to" to "talk to/interact with" after Devilzangel told me about it. Thanks!

Because I am a weirdo!

Yeah right. I know you agree to that and so do I. Too bad there isn’t an explanation or a reason as to why I am one! If there is anyone out there who claims to have an explanation to that, do not believe their shit. I’d rather suggest you land a punch right in the middle of their face, the focal point- the nose. Or give them knee dig, you know where! Aaaand if you’re a Mortal Kombat fan, you can yell out “brutality-muhahahahahaha” soon after the above said have been done ;) :D...

        Uh but seriously- there has to be some kind of an explanation or a rationale to me being weird, other than the already known fact that I am an alien.  I’ve been sending distress calls to my folks for the last 1.5 million years. I’ve seen the likes of Archimedes, Aryabhatta, Napoleon, Da Vinci and blah-blahs live and die. What the hell? Microsoft Word does not recognise Aryabhatta? It shows his name as a spell check and freaking accepts Archimedes, Napoleon, Julia, Nancy and many other insignificant names. INJUSTICE! K...  Not just them. I’ve seen things which may seem a little too trippy to you humans. All those extinct flora and fauna. Oh those days were good! It was just me and my pet sabre-toothed who had   the comforts of living in an Air-conditioned room in my spaceship. Oh and electricity!! \m/.. I promised Franklin I would never let the world know that he used our technology and claimed it was he who invented electricity and what not! And I will never disclose it to you either :D.

Oh yes! Don't think twice. I am :D

So.. coming back to what I started off with,  last night at around 2 am, I was doing a little practice on Ubuntu and I was getting bored of it. I thought I’d lie down for 5 minutes and then get back to some practice, video surfing and online guitar tutorials. My right hand did a  whadaaap hi5  with my left and I put my earphones on, listening to “When you Say Nothing at all”(my version! Yeah:D). I opened my eyes and I went straight to my Gmail to see if I’ve any new mails or notifications. And none as usual(no one likes me :-s). I then looked at the clock on the lappy and it was 3 freaking AM!! I am not sure what it was- probably my recording was too sweet or a little to unbearable, I actually slept for an entire hour. No dreams, no interruptions, nothing at all. Just plain, pure, purest, purestest sleep! I’m pretty sure I used the word “fuck” and a little too loudly. I don’t use that word at home and I was a little worried if someone heard me saying that. With me in my room and my doors shut, it wouldn’t  quite sound ermm nice! :P

Also, I’m super weird cos I managed to keep you guys engrossed or at least reading this 500 word post which clearly is a product of me not having anything to write about :D.. Muhahahahaha.. \m/.. 500 words of pure non-sense, though it is true that I am a weirdo :D and what’s weirder is the fact that you’ve become a little weird too since you’re STILL reading this stuff :P...

Here’s a word of advice--- You have to understand the fact that “Some days you’re a pigeon and other days you’re a statue!”... Today, I’m the pigeon and you’re all the statues. Thanks for giving me the opportunity to dye your heads in white :-)... I’ll be a good host someday too :P..

~~Peace

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

~~Day 15 of my blog-a-day for 22 days marathon. Memoirs of a Drunken Junkie shuts down on the 22nd of April :-)

Yes Man! \m/

It’s Tamil New Year’s Day today and I had to celebrate it since I’m a Tamilian too. If knowing that I’m a Tamilian has come as a shock to you, you’re not alone :D!! Most people mistake me for a North Indian, some mistake me as an Anglo-Indian(from when has RoHiT become an Anglo-Indian name?) and the list practically goes on and on. I’ve been mistaken for anything but a Tamilian through most part of my epic journey!

     

      Uhmmmm may be I’ve this non-tamilian look+accent+behaviour because my mother’s a Tamilian from Kerala, born and brought up in Hyderabad. My father’s a Tamilian born in Kerala, brought up in Punjab, Delhi and almost everywhere throughout India, finally settling in Hyderabad, ‘cos grandpa served the Indian Air-Force and my paternal side had their back-packs ready all the time :D. And me— A pure Hyderabadi at heart and the tongue. I totally can speak Hindi, Telugu and English better than my mother tongue and strange but true- No bad feelings about it from moi :P... Some of my friends call me a 500 rupee note. That's cos I can converse in quite some languages and a 500 rupee note has all the Indian languages on its sides. :P... Great !! I at least know how much I can sell myself for :P..

Yeah so today’s Tamil New year’s day. It’s called “VISHU”!  So you probably want to say Wish u a happy Vishu! It sounds so funny and I so love it. It’s the new year and I am not going to make any resolutions, but I’m going to make sure I do a few things before the the next Tamil New year shows up.

I am going to:-

a) Learn the guitar. Yes yes!

b) Work out to see a 6 pack on my abdomen at least for a few days! I’ve been intrigued what it is about and how it feels. Will will! :D

c) Cut myself free from all the social networking ties for a couple of months again!

d) Hit speeds in excess of 150kmph on Indian roads on a 2-wheeler. And no accidents this year—hopefully! :P

e) Surpass my typing speed of 96wpm.

f) Attend more treks, expeditions and adventure outings. This time, with professionals!

g) Buy a DSLR!

Omg.. I’ve committed myself to a lot of things. None more :D.. Damn Jim Carrey. I watched ‘Yes Man’ yesterday and there’s this super awesome rush of positivity and urge to explore and learn. Woaah and yes, I did not use the word NO today. I said yes to everything! Good thing is, I wasn’t taken advantage of my situation\:D/...

Wow! I can't believe the count-down is now into the single digits. 8 days before I bid adieu to my bloggy bloggy :D

~~Peace

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

~~Day 14 of my blog-a-day for 22 days marathon. Memoirs of a Drunken Junkie shuts down on the 22nd of April :-)

It keeps getting better. No matter what!!

That's right. No matter how much we abuse and exploit it, Nature keeps getting better, however steep the climb gets for it, to keep it and us happy and satisfied. Most times, it bargains its loses its part of the deal in keeping us(humans) happy and satisfied. 


I thought I'd share a few photographs I've clicked in the recent past. So here they are :D

A common Dragonfly!

The Blue print for the Helicopter! Nature indeed is the base for every invention. Makes me challenge if inventions are really inventions or are they simply discoveries? Man discovered nature’s idea? Eh?

A 7 foot ant-hill in the jungle with the sunset on the backdrop:)

Who'd believe that anthills like these are engineering marvels, paved with roads, levels of occupancy and chambers, all built by a colony of ants. This 7 foot anthill totally dominated the 6 foot me! The serenity in the jungle sets just as fast as the sun does on the horizon, through the trees. A spectacular feeling to be there!

Another pic of the sun setting through the trees.

Those who have known me for a while would know I love taking pictures of sunrise and sunsets. To me, it's almost like nature's inviting me to capture it when it is at its brilliant self. The orange in the skies, the yellowish, yet red ball of fire speeds down the horizon at an amazing pace. The trees help me save the sun from a guilty conscience of taking all the credits to itself :D.

Dude! What're you doing under the chair?:O

Or was it checking out my rear? I would never know it for sure :( *sigh!*... This tough guy refused to budge. I placed my finger right next to it- it touched my finger and moved back. I tried touching it but he/she was rock steady! I managed to find a twig and it clumsily climbed on to it and was so damn happy! I think I also saw him/her wink ;)!! Oh those huge eyes. Ones to die for :D

Yaayyyy. Finally home \m/

It kept its eyes fixed on me while I took him(lets just call it a him! :P) to the money plant, outside. I don't quite know what it was- may be the greenery or the fresh air. He did a jhinga-lala-hoo(a tribal dance.. ask me!) with both his front legs up! He quickly latched on to the leaf and he seemed like he was never this happy! Aaah so much for "Nature's perfect killing machine"!! I saved him from a probable fart-bomb! :D. So, does that make me nature's perfect killing machine's saviour? :O.. Woaah \m/.. Wee weeeel weee weeeel raaak u!! \m/

Hey Whitey! Wassup there!

Nature truly doesn't care if you're black or white. All it needs some blah blah talk and something to bite!(oooh, a rhyme!:P). Soon, after this pic, the two of of them cuddled up. I so wish my camera battery hadn't died right then :|. 

           We should do anything we can do, if we want to keep seeing such wonderful sights. Abuse nature and it will sooner or later make you pay for it. You don't have to be selfish with nature. It gives you everything you want! It gives us everything in excess. Yet, we exploit it. :(.. Humans truly are the most thankless and selfish breed on this planet.

There's just one way to save nature. Relish, protect and know it more, before it is no more!

Yo there, nature! If you're looking at this blog and not discussing in a "Oh those humans! They're a thankless breed " thread, I must Thank you for making me feel special, lucky and at peace whenever I am amongst your presence :).

~~Peace

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

~~Day 13 of my blog-a-day for 22 days marathon. Memoirs of a Drunken Junkie shuts down on the 22nd of April :-)

Bye Bye Captain!.. Bye? Aye? :-s!!

Or is it Aye Aye Captain? WTH!! I don’t care.. Okay, so here’s the deal. The deal I’m actually thinking of having with a certain Capt. Russell who sent me an unbelievable email with an even more omigosh kindsa deal!! Read more, to know more!! ;-)

From: Alan Russell
To: undisclosed recipients: ;
Date: 
Subject: Libya.

Good day, My name is Capt.Currey Alan Russell.(Capt. Currey??—you sure  are a foodie :D)I am a British soldier serving inthe military of the 1st Armored Division of the United Nations inLibya(Oh! Capt. Russell, pleasure to receive an email from you. What help can I be of, to you?). As you know we are trying to protect the lives of the civiliansliving in Libya in which their lives are endangered by the groups ofthe Muammar Gadhaffi the Libyan Leader for many years. ( Yeah I know about the situation in Libya. But who’s Gadhaffi? I’ll take it as Gadaffi. You’re doing a noble job, soldier. I salute you! There’s something you and me have in common—it’s to use the letter “h” in all the wrong places! It’s fun, ain’t it? :P) We managed to move lives and individual belongings to other neighboringcountries with helicopter and rescue planes during which some monieswere discovered hidden and retrieved in the event of saving lives(You moved lives? Seriously? To other neighbouring countries? I thought other countries sent planes to pick up their nationals from Libya. But you’re talking from the centre of action, so I think I’ll believe you. “Monies” sounds sooooo much like a Malayali word! Wow. That money now probably belongs to the UN, or does it?!!). Thetotal amount is USD25 Million dollars in cash. We want to move thismoney to you as owner and beneficiary of the funds for investmentsthereafter. (USD 25 Million?? :O.. Holy shit! Wait Captn.. I guess need some fresh air. I may actually choke to death even before you make me the beneficiary. Oh Kal-El!! :O) We will take 70% share while you take the other 30%(30%!! I may just pass out again. I can’t keep taking breaks for fresh air, Captn. Lets do it. Transfer the money. Quick). No stringsattached, just in helping us claiming this funds which is presentlydeposited in the Red Cross office waiting for claims by the owner orrelatives(No Strings Attached—Did you watch that movie, Captn? That movie’s Fscking awesome! You should watch it once you get home or something. May be I’ll share that movie wid ya if you ever come to India. Omg! I’m so lucky. May be Chuck Norris farted and it sounded like my email addres. Who cares! Yaaayyyy I’m going to be richhhh! Are you like actually in a hurry or something or has the space bar of your keyboard taken some royal pounding by a few Stinger missiles you launched on Gadaffi’s men? You’re one crazy kick-ass, generous soldier!! :P) . Libya is a war zone now and begins to look very devastatingby opposition men with guns against the present regime to the MuammarGadhaffi the Libyan Leader. We plan on using diplomatic courier andshipping the funds using diplomatic means. (Ok, it is not the stinger missile thing, but you’re honestly off-keyed with you grammar, Sir..  Diplomatic courier? I have NEVER heard of such a thing. You’re starting to make me doubt about your offer. But diplomatic means sounds fine. I’ll still buy your word :D. Can we do the talking later and do the fund transfer real quick, already?) If you are interested, I will send you the full details; my job is tofind a good partner that we can trust and that will assist us. (Interested? Hello.. I just gagged myself twice, stormed outta my room for fresh air and I’m totally into this fund transfer thing! Hey! Hey there... wait! Your job is to find a good partner so you can trust? I thought your job was to freaking, assist the UN with the crisis in Libya. What the hell is this new job about??) When youreceive this email, kindly send me your response signifying yourinterest including your telephone/fax numbers for quick communication,and also with your contact details such as: name and address. Thisbusiness is without any risk. Please note that the funds can be shippedout in 48 hours upon your acceptance to transact with me. (I am totally into this and I cannot signify enough as to how interested I am!  Yes yes.. I am so going to call you first thing in the morning and you will call me back oh-so-immediately! I am sure! Hell yeah, this business is without ANY risk, since this email actually landed in my SPAM box and a friend of mine actually did respond to an email sent by some other “Capt.blah blah blah” serving in the same division of the UN as you are. He did get a call and the guy on the other line was like “allo allo, send monie quick. Wee need $200 first and then wee send all dha monie. Fast fast. More quesans? Email us. Bye friend bye”.. Well, they definitely did speak a lot more.. but this a part of their conversation, I managed to dig out, from my friend! So, Capt. Curry, STFU and change clothes into a Nigerian who just sold all the diamonds he found in his farm, and wants to transfer the “MONIE” to someone so no one doubts him!”) A pleasure interacting withyou. (Hahahahaha the pleasure’s all mine, cos I’m going to screw you on my BLOG!!! *bling bling* :D) Capt.Currey Alan Russel. (You changed ya name, soldier? I thought it was Russell! *muhahahahahaha owned ya**!! :D) Kids, grownups and anyone who has an email address, don’t fool yourself into these emails. They sure do have the potential to get you into replying to these emails, soon followed by a couple of calls which definitely sound genuine and attractive. That’s just the beginning of the road to El Lootado! You’ll be looted in no time and you won’t even realise that. The best thing you can do is, hit the “Mark as Spam” or “Move to Spam” button and make fun of such emails, in your blog or when you run out of funny things to talk with friends, or... hey, find your reasons!! :D.. Just be self-sufficient okay! :P. Don't jeopardise yourself or your friends by following such mails or asking people to follow them. If you ever come across an email which looks VERY genuine and promises you something nice, in return for nothing, it's a spam 99% of the times! :D.. If you still think it's genuine, let someone know about the mail, there are lots of people who can differentiate genuine stuff over spam. I can too! Just forward that email to me, if you think it's really genuine and I will let you know if it is! Surf Safe!! :D

~~Peace

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

~~Day 12 of my blog-a-day for 22 days marathon. Memoirs of a Drunken Junkie shuts down on the 22nd of April :-)