Mom V girlfriend

This is one equation that is crystal clear but still it isnt.
While, both are vying for the attention of the son(boyfriend) but why is there such animosity and bickering?
There is always this current of tensions and i for one have never been able to handle it.
While every guy would kill to have 2 women dearest to him to love him, but sure as hell doesnt mean fight over him.
It is almost impossible to mention the name of one in front of the other without the risk of an argument and accusations of bias.
How does one keep both happy?

SNAFU part deux

As i entered the house few minutes back and headed for the loo, i saw water dripping from one of the pipes attached to the geyser. As i touched it to see what the hell was happening, the whole thing came off and this jet of water hit me square on the face.

Plugging it with handkerchief, towel did not work so i headed for the maintenance fellows in the office. In the meanwhile the water had spread all over the house. The plumber could not be found so had to drag the electrician somehow. Cant remember what i promised him...booze or fags or something. anyways the man came to the house and gave me a disgusted look after seeing the condition of the house. So he went to the bathroom and surveyed the mess and reached behind the washing machine and i swear a non existent knob appeared magically and he switched the water connection off. God, why does this happen to me??

SNAFU

It probably describes the situation i find myself in. I thought that living alone would be fun but it comes with its fair share of hassles. Having been royally spoilt all my life, i cant cook or wash my clothes or clean utensils....hell i cant even run the darned washing machine ... i find myself in a situation where i am living in a dump for a house (all my fault mind you as this house is freaking awesome ...before i checked in that is).

The maid comes in at around 6 in the morning and that is when i am at the peak of my sleep. Its a miracle that i more often than not hear the bell ring. manage to haul myself across and open the door. More often than not i hear a very quiet chuckle from her as she sees me. I make sure that i am wearing some clothes before i let her in but i have a feeling that when i have had a late night i may have opened the door in my underpants once or twice. She is probably the luckiest maid o the planet as i have no clue what she does. I generally dont know when she leaves.

The food is another problem. While i like to eat out a lot, i really miss amma s food a lot. I sometimes dont feel like eating anything as i just want to eat her stuff. there is a nice little chinese thingy close by but its not a place where you can dine daily.

Living alone sucks! thank god i travel most of the days.

Mein aisa hi hoon.

So there was the 10th year anniversary bash of the office at a fancy little place near Hyatt. People came dressed in their best clothes, women wore their jewellery and all that. Some of the old timers were also there and the boss did something inexplicable with his hair which i believe is called hair weaving or something with silicon implants. I thought silicon implants were limited to women. One has to admire his zest for life though.

I chose to wear a dhoti and kurta. It seems that the border of the dhoti and my kurta colur were the same (i had no clue ...guess when other important things like the dhoti not coming off in front of 60 odd colleagues are going through your mind, things like the colour of the border of your dhoti doesn't seem important). I think i may have spent more time choosing the colour of my boxers than the dhoti... thinking "what if?". Anyways so there i was - "decked up" and i entered and headed straight for the bar as any normal individual would do after a day full of deadlines. BTW, shark tooth sucks....I still run on heavy heavy "fuel"

I didn't notice the fact that people were looking at me with their mouths open as i am known in the office to wear a jeans and tshirt come what may. So whether it was in admiration or surprise or the fact that i may have looked like a clown...i don't know and frankly don't care.

So most of them then come to me and ask "Why are you looking so sad" .. I went ... hmmmmm...don't know..tough day at work. I actually wanted to say -"this is the way i am you piece of dog s poo. I am a very intense and serious kind of guy, doesn't make me any different from you. I just don't like to announce myself at a party and would rather find a corner and sip my drink. You want to join ...welcome"

So the message guys is that " Mein jaisa hoon mein waisa hi hoon" ....

Cos Nothing else matters

Nothing else matters

So close no matter how far
Couldnt be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters

Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I dont just say
And nothing else matters

Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
And nothing else matters

Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
But I know

So close no matter how far
Couldnt be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters

Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
But I know

Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I dont just say
And nothing else matters

Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
And nothing else matters

Never cared for what they say
Never cared for games they play
Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
And I know

So close no matter how far
Couldnt be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
No nothing else matters

Why do i blog?

People blog because of several reasons - For some its simple time pass, for some its a way to connect with people or topics that interest them while for others its a way to give vent to feelings or ideas that they cant share or discuss with friends, family, colleagues.

I am thinking why i blog ...

Friends!

I have always had this argument with my brother. He has been of the belief that all said and done the only people who matter at the end are parents and siblings (having said that he has a great set of friends). I have always thought that this guy has gone bonkers but i am beginning to see some sense in what he says.

I have always been very dependent on my friends and so have they. I have always given them a lot of priority and have always gone out of my way to do things for them. But the last few weeks have given things a different perspective. Without getting into details much, my confidence and faith in friendship has been dealt a severe blow.

I understand that things and circumstances make people behave indifferently but i am hoping that they have the maturity to accept that a mistake has been made and take steps to rectify those mistakes.

fingers crossed

Boris Becker - the player

I stumbled upon this book by chance when i went to the Landmark book sale.
I am a huge Boris fan. The blond lashes, the rocking of the racket twice back and forth and then the booming serve, the man was charismatic as well as a great tennis player.
This book takes us through his long journey on the court (and off it), his moments of great distress, his friends, coaches, lucrative contracts, women etc..
He won the Wimbledon in 85 when he was 17 years old. He did it again in 86 proving that the previous year was no fluke beating a hapless Lendl that day. He went on to win everything there was to win but the elusive title at Rolland Garros. Along with Michael Stich he won the doubles gold at Barcelona.
The book also gives an insight to his tax evasion problems, his illegitimate daughter but for me his recollection of encounters with Stefan Edberg, Agassi, Mcenroe, Sapmras et al. is what makes this book a stand out for me.
A must read for any boris fan...