Area 51

Turning point

2008-01-25T05:16:00.000-08:00

Today I had an interview with one of the B-schools that I really wanted to get into. And I totally blew it up - right on my face. As I was a re-applicant, I was asked what according to me was the weakest link in my last application and I just blew it there. The interview ended right there - no more questions asked.

What happened today doesn't matter. I'll get over it and get moving and I'm already doing that. Being able to do so is a good thing and I always tend to do that, but this time I want to learn from this experience. I cannot just forget about it all and get going and keep doing what I do wrong. I want to learn from this experience. And that's why I'm writing this down, so that I don't forget what I want to do and what I want to be. I need to break some habits and I'll read this again and again till it hurts so much that I break those habits.

I have a tendency to become complacent. I got into a good engineering college and I pulled through it. I got placed in a mediocre company, but I've made no attempts to get out of it. ANd it's been five years now. I've been waiting to do an MBA so I never left this job. And that's absurd. Doing or not doing an MBA has nothing to do with staying on in a job that I don't like.

I like finance, but I'm not doing anything about it. I concentrate on my daily job more and more and in the leisure time that I get, I do nothing about my investments.

So, some of my top priorities right now are
1. Get a new job <note to myself - want to elaborate this further and make it more specific>
2. Start looking into my old investments and make new ones as well
3. Have a better story ready for my next interview.

And stay away from all distractions dude... It's not worth it if it ends up making you feel wretched in the end.

Love's a paradox, it's a pain

2007-10-06T20:51:00.000-07:00

It feels like yesterday when I wrote the post "'Ts been a long time". But on second thoughts, it actually feels like it was ages back. As a matter of fact, it' been just 6 months.

I was emotionally attached to MG, more than I thought I could be attached to anyone. It was a tough decision to let her go, but it was something that I had to do. And incase you are wondering, she didn't want to go. She would rather spend the rest of her life with me, but I had to move on and due to my inherent disbelief in love, she had to go. I wasn't sure if I was doing the right thing, but I knew I had to do it.

And today, I am at this juncture, where things are so very different. My friends left on a short vacation and MG is planning to join them. I could have joined them as well but I had some office work to complete over the weekend. Now, does that mean I would have gone if someone else could cover me at work? Well, that's not exactly true. Because these days I'm terribly attached to PS, who's been my constant companion throughout the day, and night as well, since the past 2 nights. I still can't believe that I could be so emotionally attached to anyone after MG, but I guess I am and it pains my heart no less, that PS will be leaving next week.

Today, probably MG would have learnt from my friends that I'm out with PS. I would hope that she didn't, but I can't help it if she did.

It is so amazing that today I feel so strongly about PS like I used to feel about MG few months back. In fact in MG's presence I hadn't even noticed PS around. And look at today...

Is it really a suprise now why I can't get myself to believe in love? Whatever it is, it just can't seem to avoid it and it always hurts bad to let go of any one to wait for someone new...

2007-10-01T16:53:00.000-07:00

11 September 2006
A bottle of wine, Blackstone Merlot, a twin-bed in Sheraton, a movie that went unwatched and a night of passion...

30th September 2007
Another bottle of Blackstone, a cozy fireplace in a log-cabin deep in the woods and another movie that went unwatched into a night of passion...

Somethings change, and some don't...

2007-07-13T00:09:00.000-07:00

Just saw a spanish blue flick starring a middle-aged latino lady and a young lanky white dude. It was quite a funny movie with both of them probably new-comers to the whole business. The reason why I say so, is because of the 'Oh God, what do we do now...' element that screams back at you throughout the movie.

The movie starts of with the lady cleaning the bath-tub, (obviously in the nude). And before you think that it's quite an interesting start, let me tell you that this goes on for a good 5 minutes and when you are almost about to wonder if this is an ad for some kind of a cleaning product, in comes the dude. But the lady doesn't stop... She goes about with her cleaning while the guy's trying to kiss her - Maybe an attempt at foreplay or maybe the girl just wants to make sure she did a good job, cleaning the tub. After all this while, you really begin to wonder if that's actually what she's in here for.

Then the dude tries to get the scrubber out of her hand (which actually proves that guys are more intelligent and have a sense of purpose on this earth) and reminds her why they're both on film right now. The lady luckly has a sudden realization about why she's starring in this 30 min cameo and thankfully let's go the scrubber and gets hold of him.

And now is the best part of the movie, the climax (pun intended)... After a good 5 minutes of IS-THIS-THE-WAY-TO-DO-IT to AM-I-BLOCKING-THE-CAMERA kind of foreplay, you suddenly realize (along with the duo on film) that it JUST WON'T GET UP!!! Poor guy, and by now you can't help but cheer for him..."Come on dude, didn't I just praise you a couple of passages ago? Don't let me down...come on, get it up" And since the camera's been rolling this long, the both of them just get to it. And your guess is as good as mine, as to what they are upto, because IT definitely is not up yet.

After such a disaterous debut, the next scene is better made (Yeah, I'm still watching...). The guy's probably been told to get it up before he comes on film and to get to the act before IT lets him down. So off they go, and this time the girl is wearing heels, which is good for the guy because while making inter-racial movies, height-compatibility isn't really a criteria for picking the stars.

And finally it's over... so it wasn't a stupid commercial after all.

2007-07-12T15:55:00.000-07:00

It's been so long since the last time I've been... This place almost feels like the old attic upstairs where memories, old are stashed away, the dust unsettled by your presence slowly settles around and on you. It brings back old memories of reckless chases, highs and lows, which come and go. This is the one place where not many people know me and those who did probably don't walk by anymore. It's been a long long time...

It's good feeling to have a secret getaway, and there's that irresistible urge to share it with some one. Something like the guy who started enjoying his loneliness so much that we wanted to share it some one else. But maybe this place is still as secret as it used to be once... the lair of Mr Hyde where Jekyll rarely dares... So let's rest in peace.

And you over there, sneaking in the corner over there - I'm know you are here.

2007-04-21T17:36:00.000-07:00

Heart-broken and sad... often I sing this ghazal

apni dhun main rehta hoon, main bhi tere jaisa hoon
o pichle rut ke saathi, ab ke baras main tanha hoon...

Then most of the times I get someone new and bounce back in action ;)
But I'm not too sure this time - not that I can't get someone new. Rather I would prefer not having a distraction for some time so that I can get things back in place.

aati rut mujhe royegi... jaati rut ka jhonka hoon
apne dhun main rehta hoon

'Ts been a long time

2007-04-18T18:52:00.000-07:00

I wish I could brag... but I just don't feel like it. Whatever I had in mind before starting this blog, whatever was the culmination that I had planned to log, I've probably reached there. but I just don't feel like bragging. Maybe I've achieved what I had in mind, but it's no way close to what I had in mind. And I wish this had never happened...

I'm currently going through a hell lot of pain - nothing in the past compares to this... or maybe it does. Each relationship which had bordered on seriousness brought along too much emotional dishevel. Even when I want to get out, the process is so painful, I wish I had never got in ever.

But life must go on and so will I - in search of new (*whatever)

Memories...

2006-08-29T22:24:00.000-07:00

"So, shall we meet again, before you leave" she asked.

Somehow that question hadn't occured to him now. Earlier, the prospects would have bothered him a lot but it didn't until now. But her question brought back old memories, that were lost in some corner of his mind. Why did she have to ask that question? He asked himself...Why?

"Hmm...no. Probably not. Probably never again" he said, as they shook hands. She lost her composure for a brief fraction of a second, but she quickly re-gained it as they both realized that things were much different now. She was married and he had succeeded in forgetting her, almost, until this question. He smiled with a tinge of disappointment as she walked away only to look behind once again, a faint glimmer of wistfulness in her eyes, as she finally walked out of the door.

And they were back in their normal lives, almost forgetting this stray incident, until it silently crept back to him as he lay in bed. And it must have bothered her for an equally short duration of time before she finally dropped off to sleep.

Memories are so beautiful and yet so painful at the same time. But some things are meant to be the way they are. They would continue to be friends, but things would never be the same again. And that is how it was meant to be.

And with that, I break my long hiatus...Hmm... That was a good omen :)

Operation Sohniye

2006-04-16T04:39:00.000-07:00

A post about an interesting person I met lately. I do keep meeting a lot of interesting people but what intererested me the most was that she was more like me - as in being a true disciple of the book "The Art of Seduction". I'm sure she has read that book, and if she hasn't and all that she does is a product of her own thinking, then I bow to her. Because she is truly gratifying to the senses... She seduces the mind! (and I still think she has read that book).

The first time we met:
It was her first day to the company (or rather first Monday). She did her training in Hyd and had joined Pune in the middle of the week. I met her on her first Mumbai-Pune trip, when I sat next to her (which wasn't really co-incidental). The conversation was initiated by her with an inane "Where does this bus go?". I've myself used similar questions as a conversation starter earlier so I took my time to explain the nuances to her. And that's how she got off started and explained her entire current predicament to me. It was during this time that she strongly reminded me of Basanti in sholay.

Later that day, I dropped her a mail asking her whereabouts just to show that I'm equally interested. She needed some help in searching for a home to put up in. I had just casually mentioned the locality where I stay and was pleasantly surprised when she informed me later that she had shifted to a house nearby.

We keep conversing on a on-off basis pretty much daily. She told me to call her along when I left for Mumbai the next weekend. After a number of daily chats, conversations and forwarded mails (those stupidly cute ones with flowers and babies) we got pretty close. But she wasn't like any of the other girls I know.

She would suddenly switch states - from absolutely adoring to being suddenly cynical and critical. One day she would extol the qualities of the article I wrote and the other day she would drop me a message that it was a bunch of crap :D... In case you haven't read it, that exactly the way it's suggested in the AofS. One should continue to distinguish oneself from the other companions of the quarry and if needed, be cruel and ungrateful at times.

And trust me, it has an opposite effect on the quarry. Instead of being angry and offended, the quarry definitely feels hurt but tries to address the reason of the hurt by unconciously seeking out the practioner. It may sound a bit kinky, but it sure does arouse me when she does that ;)...

Anyways...So I've decided to play along and not let her guess that I know what she's upto. I show her that I'm pretty much in her pursuit by dropping her msgs such as "I really miss them the most, when your messages don't come". Btw, the darned bitch has the gall to reply back with a smile "Good...I won't message you anymore!" And drops a good morning msg the first thing next morning...

Boy...I'm loving this one already...! I've asked her out for a movie ;) but unfortunately because of the stupid work I haven't been able to make it yet :( Hope to put in some updates soon... ;)

Project updates

2006-04-08T01:49:00.000-07:00

A long time since I logged down my project developments...
A lot of them have dropped off the radar and a couple of new ones have come in. Let's get donw with those who are no more.

Operation Kalashnikov.
Well, nothing much happened on this front and things didn't work out. She works in a secured area (you need special access to enter these zones) in a distant building, so there are very few instances when we actually get to meet. Inaccessibility can be cited as the primary reason for dropping this quest.

Operation Sheets.
Didn't work out as expected. The book had adviced being a bit aloof, but I guess I carried it out a bit too far. I suppose she needed someone quick and she's been probably been successful in that regard. She's on the phone most of the times these days. Moreover Operation Dimple held higher priority for me and many a times I met Sheets, it was when I was with Dimple.

Operation RMI.
She's again a close friend of Dimple...so can't really pay equal attention to her, without losing out on Dimple. Hmm as you can see, Operation Dimple is actually gaining prominence over the rest.

Now, coming to the new additions to the list...

Operation Blinder
This was a small operation that had started off quite interestingly, but not very interesting to hold on to. She's a fan of my blog and we started off with exchanging a couple of mails. It turned out that she stayed in B'bay too and we decided to meet up sometime. And the very next weekend we went for a movie. Well...the movie was a downer and so was the date. I suppose Murphy must have formulazied his famous theory at a blind-date. Anyways, she's got a great sense of humor and she might be coming down here sometime.

Operation Sohniye
We met for the first time in a bus to Pune. She's a recent trainee and has been posted alone in Pune. From the time we started off chatting, she reminds me of Basanti in Sholay...Once she starts off talking, it gets really difficult to make her stop. She seemed pretty interested in me right from the start, because in her case, I hadn't taken much efforts at striking a conversation. This operation needs an entire post by itself, which I'll write about soon.

Operation X
This is one female, who's name I still don't know. I have not even shaken hands with her, but I guess I've made more contact with her tits. She too, deserves a separate post by herself.

And lastly Operation Dimple...
She's the best looking of the lot and a damn sweet, cute girl. I just hope I don't fall in love all over again :D...I'm pretty much on the brink though! She's smart and intelligent. hehe :) I guess I could just go on and on about her. So let's just stop right here.

#4 Kavita

2006-03-31T21:54:00.000-08:00

She was in my tuition classes for Std X and I had a big-time crush on her, partly because she was pretty and likeable and partly because my friends insisted that she liked me too. Due to some queer idea of an equally queer faculty member, I was made the class-representative for the girls in the class and co-incidentally she became the one for the guys. Maybe that was the turning point, which at that point of time seemed as if we were destined to be together :)

Tired of my past crushes, where I had never taken any initiative to know the girl, this time I was determined to make a difference. Pretty soon, we got to know each other and became good friends. But I wasn't ready to stop at this stage...Having a girl-friend when you are in the Xth is a big achievement, and with the insistence of my friends that she was equally willing, I decided to take the plunge. I have done some stupid things in life, and this definitely figures in that list.

I decided to gift her a rose (red, of course) and proclaim my love to her. The plan was to leave for the classes a bit early than usual (meaning a couple of hours), pick up a good-looking rose which would represent all my love, maybe get a nice card or write one myself and wait for her to come. So I left early, picked up a good looking flower but by the time, I reached the venue, my courage deserted me. And finally when panic overtook me, I decided it was time for a little change in plans. I did get a card, but left it anonymous - after all if it was true love, she would know (Mistake#1). Now, what's the point of handing over an anonymous card, so I left the rose and the card below her desk (Mistake #2). Then I decided to disappear from the scene and come back to class, late (#3). Maybe if I had shown more courage that day, things could have been different.

Well, nothing much happened after that. When I made my entry in the class, a good 15 minutes late, I was greeted with a huge uproar - my good old friends cheering me up for my guts and the girls giggling among themselves as she sat silently. Somehow it seemed obvious that I was the one responsible. And that's how the sweet love story ended... Well, almost.

Around that same period, I was very active in quizzing. I used to represent the school, for a number of quiz competitions. One such competition was held at Nehru Science Center, Worli on 14-Feb. (I can't forget that date!) Our team comprising of just two guys from my school had qualified for the semi-finals. It was big shock and surprise for me to find her in one of the opposing team. It seemed like the biggest dillemma of my life, as yet. There were conflicting thoughts in my mind as I struggled to decide whether I should sacrifice my love for my school sake or make a last attempt at winning her back. My good sense prevailed (or did it?) and I decided that the school stood above me. I grit my teeth and gave my best to it, and lost it to them. All that heroism and sacrifice availed nothing - they won fairly and hands down. That was the last time I saw her.

Wonderful man

2006-02-28T06:13:00.000-08:00

Wow... an appreciation mail coming after a long time :)

Hi,

Wishing you a great Birthday & a wonderful year ahead.
Though we might not be so interactive these days for one reason or other ... It was nice to know u.. & that you r a wonderful man...

Wishes,
xxxxx

Hmmm... wonderful man.. that sounds good :D

Adapting the art of Seduction

2006-02-21T21:51:00.000-08:00

This is something that I had been thinking of writing about, for quite some time. So I thought I'll break the chain of crushes for this post.

This could be helpful in the sense, that if you have a general understanding of the psyche of the target, it improves your chances of success. The intention of the whole exercise is to understand the deficiencies that the target may be facing and how you can tailor yourself, or atleast appear to fill those. Remember that this is not by any means, a comprehensive description. I may have missed some features, so that the description remains generic, but you'll have to depend on your knack of gathering information and feedback to streamline your strategy.

Psyche of a typical Indian techie (female)
Don't get mad if you happen to be one, and this description doesn't even remotely resemble you. I'm talking about an average techie and this is how she's generally like...

She has probably spent a lot of time on studies, as compared to an average graduate from any other stream. This holds true, even if her grades aren't really impressive. The moot point is that while other girls, from Arts or Commerce were having a blast, she was busy slogging for her exams. And it really doesn't matter whether she actually did well in the exams or not. And the best part is: She knows this. Deep inside her a voice keeps reminding her that she has missed out on life. And if she hasn't stayed in a hostel, during her Engineering, then that voice is really loud. It wouldn't take much effort to convince her that she has totally missed out on real college life.

It could be possible that she already has a boy-friend when you meet her. But fret not, that is truly a non-significant issue. She has a boy-friend to console herself that she hasn't totally missed out on life. And you can easily take that place, by showing yourself as a better candidate, provided you play your cards well.

You can position yourself as more mature and understanding and most of the time, the other guy will pave his own exit. Guys can be so jealous that it can be a blessing. As you get closer to her as friends ofcourse, the other guy will find it difficult to digest. His possessiveness will work to his own disadvantage and she'll find a welcome change in you. If you know enough about the other guy, try to emphasize on your qualities which are different from his. It's actually just a matter of time and your finesse before they part.

Contrary to popular belief, it's not really great news when you learn that the girl has no boy-friends. It just means that you are one of the many prospective guys fighting for her. And soon she's going to yield to one of these guys, not necessarily considering the best among the lot, primarily because of her need to belong. And it's not easy to break a fresh bond, so you might have to shift your cross-hairs and find a new target.

If this was a case in which the girl already had a boyfriend and you helped him in moving out, it would be a much more suitable scenario - probably you would be the among the first to know about the breakup and have a head-start over the rest of competition. Moreover your skills in helping her out in facing the breakup, would elevate you in her eyes - something that the competition will never get a chance at.

And remember, the entire crux of this analysis lies on the assumption that she's an amateur in this game. So at no point in time, should you show yourself as a novice. You do that and you are out - unless this is true love, which I doubt it is. (btw, if it was true love you wouldn't be needing any help anyway).

That's all for now...The post doesn't end here - We're just getting started.
And always remember...
There are too many babes out there, so fret not if the one you like is not interested in you - There's a better one coming, always. (And that holds true even when you think you've found the right one and prepare to settle down ;))

#3 Saba

2006-02-20T08:38:00.000-08:00

(Names have been changed to protect the privacy of the person and off course, to cover my a**)

She used to live one floor below us and was part of a pretty big family. It was a scary family, since there were so many of them - I could never figure who's her brother, her father or anyone else. They owned the entire floor and all lived together. There were a couple of other girls in that family whom I found interesting, her sisters, or mothers, I don't know. But apart from all that confusion, she was the most beautiful of them all.

And I guessed she liked me too (Naah... that's how it always feels like :))
She used to come to my place to discuss some subjects or refer to my notes. I used to like all that attention and we used to chat on lots of other things apart from studies. My mom never really liked her coming to our place, mainly because she didn't want me to get involved with that community. And I guess, Saba figured that out too... Cos, then she started coming to our place, when Mom would go out. A nice gesture from her side, but definitely not a smart one. Mom soon found that out, and our choti si love story had to end soon.

I let her know non-verbally that she wasn't really welcome and I think, she understood.
Sob...sob... :(

Crushes

2006-02-19T08:23:00.000-08:00

I' m now used to it.

I keep falling in love, or more accurately speaking, keep having crushes. And it's been a chronic thing - any cute girl passes by and wham! there I go... At times it has been pleasant, sometimes unpleasant and maybe a couple of times, heart-breaking. But looking back at them, they have all been entertaining.

So I thought, what better than starting a series of posts on the crushes that I have had. It may not run as long as the typical 'saas-bahu' soaps, but they were quite a few worthy of mention.

My first crush was a girl in Shimla, whose name I don't know, cause I never asked. But she was damn cute, blonde and much older than me :) - probably a foreign tourist. I had written about her in a previous post, so that's it about her.

Next crush that I remember was a girl, whose name I don't know again, cause I could never muster the courage to ask her. She used to live in a building next to mine and she too was damn cute. Infact she had appeared in a couple of advertisements on TV. Remember the 'doodh doodh doodh doodh, peeyo glassful doodh' ad. In case you remember, she was that girl who's sharing a glass of milk with a guy , with a single straw and it takes the shape of a heart as they drink. Come to think of it, I was jealous of that guy, but could never muster the courage to say a HI to her whenever I saw her around.

Loss of innocence...

2006-02-16T02:27:00.000-08:00

Will I ever fall in love...?
Will I ever look at a girl and have butterflies in my stomach...?
Will I then go back and dream about her all day...?
Will I be tongue-tied everytime I confront her...?
Will my heart skip a beat whenever she smiles coyly...?

Well, I guess not.

There was a time when I used to believe in love-at-first-sight, before I realized that it couldn't really be true, since I was falling in love with almost every cute girl I saw. Some twisted logic inside me said that it can't be love, if it happens every day and that too, with a different girl. Maybe it was the influence of all the literature and movies which gave me the idea that love just happens and 'true-love' happens only once.

The idea of 'true-love' used to scare me a bit, because of the one-chance clause. What if I make a mistake and spend my whole life repenting? And the 'love-at-first-sight-' concept also didn't sound very appealing, because it implied I would have to wait for it to happen. And I was not in any mood to wait.

So, I came up with a solution which would involve more active participation from my side. I would decide whom to fall in love with, depending on some parameters and then let the process take over (with slight prodding from both sides). It was a neat solution and it did work, but the only problem was that it took a lot of time to develop. The reason being we didn't have that 'first-sight' excuse to fall back on.

Meanwhile, I began to realize that love is pure speculation at best. Being an investor, I know the kind of value I look for in every pick that I make. Unless there's a good bargain I stay away from glamorous companies. I wouldn't risk a significant amount of my portfolio to speculative bets. So risking my entire life on one single bet (girl) is out of question. It's all murky business. You get to see only what she wants you to see and on top of it you see only the good things that you'd like to see. Definitely not the right frame of mind for making life-time commitments.

Hence I no more believe in love and all the love-stories I see around me are just exercises in stupidity (well, of course that's according to me and everyone's entitled to his/her view). Most people get together and believe they are in love, because deep inside they have this insecurity that they are actually worthless, nobody in their sane mind would love them, and if this person in front claims to love him/her, it's best to get married before he/she realizes her mistake.

And now, thanks to this book I read, I no longer believe in love anymore, but that doesn't mean I stay away from girls. The result has been quite contrary infact. I befriend more and more girls than before. The silly love-game I used to play with one girl before, I now play with multiple. But I miss that enamoured feeling that used to plague me - the absolute control of my mind that I used to hand-over to the girl. Now each girl is just another conquest, a clinical process that I pursue relentlessly. No more heart-aches or breaks.

Regarding marriage, I'm glad that we have the custom of arranged marriage. Suppose you were to buy another firm which could make or break your current business empire. Would you just randomly pick up another firm which just looks glamorous or would you get a team of experienced people who would give in their inputs, do the due-diligence, check if the firm is the 'right-fit' and then take the decision?
For me, love marriahe is akin to the first option and arranged marriage to the second. I would choose arranged marriage because of the inherent advantages in the process and not because I can't get myself a girl.

But sometime's it's this loss of innocence that I bemoan. I miss those fluttering butterflies in the stomach, those roller-coaster rides of emotions and that loss of control. Maybe I would love to have that innocence back, but I know that I don't need it anymore. Maybe it's not innocence, it was ignorance.

Smiles...

2006-01-25T08:56:00.000-08:00

Bus journeys generally turn out to be interesting for me, but it's always the B'bay-Pune ones and not the local BEST bus-trips. Well, this time it was different...

As usual it was an over-crowded bus, and as usual, I got no seat and had to settle down for resting my back against one of the support rods. I hadn't really expected anything interesting to happen under such circumstances, because in a BEST bus, the only thing on everyone's mind is to get a seat, including mine.

At every stop, more and more people were boarding the bus and hardly anyone was getting off. I was almost oblivious to all the pushing and shoving around, until I noticed some one pressing onto me. Looking behind I saw a lady (?) dressed from head to toe in a black burkha, except for her face, which was uncovered. She made no attempts to guard herself from pressing into me, all the while acting as if she was oblivious to the reactions she was causing. On my part, I tried not to be very overt, since I didn't want to take unnecessary risks particularly because of the community she belonged to and the similarly populated area the bus was passing through.

She had another friend with her, behind her. She seemed particularly more appealing to me. And that was when I noticed the guy behind - a hefty, smart-looking, 6ft guy. He caught me looking at the girl in front and I sensed a fleeting smile on his face, but I wasn't sure. All three of them seemed to be together and I stood in close contact with the lady in front. Looking behind once again, I caught the girl behind looking at me and the guy behind her smiling, pretty distinctly this time. That partly unnerved me... the way these people were behaving, it could very well be possible that the 2 girls were the goods and the guy behind, the agent.

Luckily for me, the bus started getting less crowded and I decided to move away. And so did the guy behind... and that's when I realised that maybe he wasn't with the girls after all. Maybe he was just like me, lucky to be at the right place at the right time. While I was rightly placed in front, he was making himself comfortable behind. And all the while, he kept smiling away to glory. But since I wasn't sure, I didn't respond back to his smile. However the curious (or maybe puzzled is more appropriate) look on my face instigated him to keep smiling.

Meanwhile I managed to get a seat and for a while forgot about the queer trio. Finally when I alighted from the bus, I looked into the bus to see if the guy was still there. I saw him seated some seats behind and he was waving at me, smiling and said "Chalo bhai..." and added with a wink "lekin piche wali mast thi". This time, I couldn't help returning his smile...

Unfaithful (2002)

2006-01-16T01:04:00.000-08:00

The story in a few lines...
Richard Gere and Diana Lane are happily married with a kid. Suddenly Olivier, a stranger, pops into the life of Lane, and she begins to drift towards him. Soon they start having an affair and the plot thickens... Watch the movie for more details.

The first time I saw this movie, I found it pretty disturbing. I couldn't figure out the reason behind Lane's infidelity. Gere was the perfect husband, who took good care of her and the kid. He did get absorbed in his work, but wasn't the workaholic husband who woulld work late nights or miss his kid's school functions. And most importantly he loved her a lot.

After having read the book, the movie makes more sense. Lane didn't really have any complaints against her husband, but she was definitely bored with the monotony of daily life. Her husband loved her no doubt, but he was a boring lover. Her life was sweet and normal, infact absolutely ordinary and mundane. Oliver offered her the excitement that she was lacking. He gauged what she was missing and made her realize that. When she was in the doldrums of doubt, he seductively suggested to her to live in the moment, for the moment - to distract her from thinking about the consequences too much. She fell for it and gave in...

The first time I saw the movie, I found Lane's character repulsive. I could not figure what Gere lacked that Oliver could deliver... but now it makes sense...

So... Is there a moral lurking for all of us?

Project updates

2006-01-15T01:16:00.000-08:00

Been a long long time, since I updated this blog...
So I guess it's time for some updates and what better than to talk about the ongoing projects..

Operation Dimple
She's beginning to trust me a lot and so with that I near the completion of Phase 1 (Become a close friend). I hope that doesn't make me sound like a villian (I am actually a good friend). The best part of all this training has been that you need model yourself as per what the target expects. Now in the case of Dimple, she's pretty much a sportswoman and if you ask her that's what she'll say about me. I love martial arts and adventure sports, been trekking and mountain-climbing a lot (which she has missed out on) and would like to fly a jet someday (Btw, she wanted to join the AirForce). Hmm... so that's the part of mirroring your target, and next comes adding more dimensions to your personality than she can comprehend. So in addition to all that mentioned before, she knows that I'm pretty artistic - good at writing and painting.
Phase 2 of the process includes giving subtle hints to the target that she has missed out on excitement in life, and let her reach the conclusion that you could be a source (the only source around). So that would mean, getting her on some trek and possibly join the local flying club.

Operation RMI.
This was an operation that I didn't really intend on taking up, but which just came my way. Well, talking about her, she loves photography and sketching. So that was the easy part. I let her know that I love sketching too, and am good at painting (something that she wants to learn). And that I would like to learn photography, gave her some tips on ideas for a local photography contest and appreciated her snaps. Btw she's really good at it and so I've kept one of her photographs as my desktop. But she's a prude... a very righteous person who is really obsessed about not breaking any rules. As per the book, deep down inside, a prude is actually bored with her own righteousness and would be looking for an escape. One just needs to provide that. So this promises to be a pretty challenging endeavor.

Operation Sheets.
Poor thing. She's on the back-burner right now... I feel I should be giving her a little more attention. But we rarely meet and get to talk. However, sometime back we kept meeting each other pretty regularly in the bus. And things got quite a bit friendly. From my preliminary observations (of her eagerness and sometimes assumed aloofness) I have a feeling that she's available and currently looking. She tried to get close but I didn't really respond as warmly. I don't know if I did the right thing - turning down someone who's interested and the poor thing made it so obvious, but thats what the book advises, to show that you are interested but different from the rest of the guys...(you know what that means, who always have sex on their minds). I just hope that book is right. Otherwise it's not too bad. I might lose her but gain some valuable experience in the process.

Operation Kalashnikov.
Well, this is the first time I'm writing about her so a bit of introduction would do well. She seemed like a probable target since a long time and I was waiting for some lucky break. Then one day, she looked pretty smart and I guessed that this should be the chance. I dropped in a mail asking her if that day was anything special for she looked damn smart :)... I wonder how she would have felt - that was the first time she heard from me. Anyways, I guess she must have felt good, since I got a reply full of smilies telling me that it was her birthday! Now, that was a surprise for me and I dashed of a reply wishing her well and told her that I was sad that I didn't know her well, or I could have claimed a treat from her. After that we are in contact on an on-off basis. I intend to deepen the relation now and finish Phase 1 asap.

Hmm... thats about it for now.

Sit tight.

2005-12-31T08:23:00.000-08:00

...She appeared to be in control, shifting her leg to meet his, but he shied away, but still seemed within reach. She was on the back-seat, seated between her friend and the stranger. Though she continued the conversation with her friend, her mind was elsewhere. Maybe he wasn't interested, was probably what she thought when she withdrew... And that was when he seemed to touch, a light feather touch of his thigh against hers. She hadn't realized that she had shifted deep into his space, and he pressed against her as he moved to reclaim it. He could feel her breathing faster as he settled comfortably - she was that close. She was telling her friend "Remember, the last time we had been to this place and ..." The words seemed to be stuck in her throat as she stopped breathing or had her heart stop beating or was it really his hand resting on her thigh...

2005-12-28T03:24:00.000-08:00

Seduction is not about playing with someone's body,
It's about playing with the person's mind...

Midas Touch

2005-12-27T22:58:00.000-08:00

And whatever I touched turned to gold...

It happens sometimes, that luck is on your side and everything you touch turns into gold - as if there's some grand conspiracy working for you. Well this is how it felt yesterday during our project party.

I didn't have any major expectations from the party, because such parties generally tend to be boring. But I was determined to enjoy it - determined to try out my new skills :)

I had planned to query a couple of my targets to find out if they are coming for the party - not with the intention of getting just that information, but rather to start up a conversation, which we could continue in the party. So that the initial ice-breaking formalities are taken care of, beforehand, instead of spending that time in the party.

That was the initial preparation for the party and was taken care of pretty well. By the way, the conversation that I started with Dimple, asking her if she's coming, continued for an hour and half (more on that, in a separate post). So much for preparation... She was hoping that the party would be good as that would determine whether she would attend any future parties. I told her not to worry, she'll enjoy it and we'll go together...

Now for the party details, which I'll put in bullet points to keep it simple.

Party was to start at 8.30. But left at 6 with Dimple, a friend of her (ok types), and another girl (to be referred to as Rmi henceforth). Rmi was going home and she would change and come to the party. I asked Rmi whom was she dressing for... (just a mischievious comment, which helped in building on later)
We were the first to reach the venue, which was pretty far from the city, almost in the wilderness. Nothing much to do, but time flied as we chatted away. (learnt a lot abt Dimple's interests, which could be used later.)
Once people arrived, the games started with 'musical chairs'. Dimple was out in the first round :), and I told her, "not to worry.. I'll win it for you". And thank god! I actually won it. I suppose I was the only one who was playing to win, while others were trying not to lose. Maybe that made the difference. End result - dimple, rmi cheering for me and finally everyone happy.
Next game - housie/tambola. We had to pair up, and I paired up with Rmi (as per the 'hot-cold' principle and 'play on jealousy' factor, that I've read about.) Kept telling her that "When it comes to luck, I hope you are lucky" and in between slipped in a comment that she was looking amazingly good and it had been smart idea on her part to go home and dress up. Her reaction : She was surprised, smiled, blushed, accepted the compliment graciously and was pretty friendly after that :) Then luck took over and we won again - completed full house. Then I heaped it on her - Man! you seriously are lucky..!
Our project guys were pretty impressed. Last time, we had such a party, we had been to a bowling alley. My luck was pretty pre-dominant that day too. I was lagging behind everyone, but got 3 full strikes in the last 3 round, which plummeted me to the top. I'm not a bowling buff, so I can't claim any credit for the win, but the rest of the guys around thought that I was playing bad in the beginning just to make the win, more spectacular. Anyways one shouldn't try to change what people think, especially in such cases :)
When you are friendly with so many girls and also keep getting lucky, people tend to get jealous. And it some cases, it was pretty much palpable. So with the intention of diffusing some of it, I went for a couple of drinks with some of the guys. Apart from that, I caught Dimple's eyes following me, where I was going. Generally I would have avoided having a drink at such a time, but that was against what The Book prescribed - you should exhibit different shades of your personality and an occasional dark shade can do wonders. Girls have a tendency for falling for bad guys, who don't care much about them as opposed to the good ones, who treat them with utmost care. They believe that by their influence, they can bring about positive changes in him. And thats what the book advises to play on...
Meanwhile, people hit the dance floor. Not that I'm a great dancer, but with things going so well, I too decided to join. And I never stayed with a single group. Sometimes I was with some one and after a few minutes I was with another group. I told one girl that she was looking good, told another that she was looking smart in her dress and told another that she dances really well. Danced with Dimple, danced with rmi, and almost everyone else.
Finally Dimple and Rmi come up to me to ask me if I'll join them in a rick to go home. Sure, why not! Later I realized that there were 3 girls in total - Dimple, her friend and Rmi and we were to go together in a single rick- who's complaining. :)
This post is getting long, but I need to put in all the details, because that's what actually makes the difference. Every single plot, every single word, every single gesture makes an impact. Finally after dinner, it was time for desserts. There was gajar ka halwa and vanilla ice-cream with hot chocolate sauce. I combined it all, something like the way they do in those TV shows, and offered it to them (Dimple, rmi etc). Were they amazed or what ! That was when I slipped in a comment, "Just saw something like this in Sanjeev kapur's show this weekend" and then blah..blah... - talk about different shades of personality :p
And now for the coup-de-grace. We go out in search of a rick.. found one guy who demanded 250. I tell him 150 and start walking away... He agrees and calls us back! Result : The girls tell me they are impressed at my bargaining skills. I ask myself "when did you learn that?" And finally we all leave, cramped up in a single auto.

The hangover:
Dimple tells me over breakfast that she had a great time. Rmi comes and asks me if I reached home safely. She tells me about a dacoity incident that had occured in the same locality in which I live and goes on to advise me to stay over in Aundh, any time in future, instead of going home alone.

Hmm, what can I say...? I am just too overwhelmed to say anything more.

Unpredictability

2005-12-26T02:36:00.000-08:00

Taking cue from Sarit, I decided to try this tactic out on Dimple - that of playing Santa... and the results were too good.

I got a couple of Kitkats in the morning, left one at Dimple's desk and used the same lines ... that a real fat guy was looking for her, who probably hadn't shaved for years in a ridiculous red dress.. blah blah... Wow :) was she ecstatic...

Anyways, this was part of the training in the book I was reading... that you should distinguish yourself from the rest in her life. Plant surprises, play enigmatic, never let her feel that she completely understands you and thats what will keep drawing her to you... Hmm

As for the other Kitkat, I think I'll keep one for Sheets... This is what I have planned in mind. We generally meet in the bus, sit together and chat. So I intend to offer her the Kitkat and when she asks for the reason... tell her that "I was just hoping that I'll see you in the bus today, and thought of getting you this... (with the most sincere expressions on my face and dreamy look).. Merry Christmas". And if she asks "What if I had not come? ", I would tell her that I would have eaten it (but only if she had asked that question). This is also part of the training - to ensure that your conversation stays lively and has a double-edge so that she stays confused, whether you were just joking or you actually are serious.

Howzzat :) That'll definitely bowl her over. It's part of the blowing hot and cold tactic (again from the same book). It means sudden display of emotions and then giving a cold shoulder, not as in ignoring totally, but maintaining distance and a wall, that she'll try to cross over. The above incident would be the "blowing hot" part.

By the way, the ROI on the Kitkat was definitely good... worth every bit of it...

Talking about crushes

2005-12-24T04:59:00.000-08:00

I have had a special fascination with the other sex since time immemorial... I used to love them, hate them but could never ignore them. I have had so many instantaneous crushes. Instantaneous, because it's there one moment and gone the next moment - I mean the girl's gone, the crush still lingers :)
My first crush was when I was in the 7th or 8th standard (or maybe 9th). This was a vacation trip to Shimla and I saw this amazing babe strolling outside with her kid brother. It was love at first sight. She was definitely around 17 or 18 and she was fabulous. I guess I've always had a fascination for older girls - anyways, at that time, girls of my age group hardly had anything to boast about. I suppose that the girl was a foreigner cos she had blond hair and hair-color wasn't very common at that time. I can still remember her face vividly - pure serene beauty. I was hoping to see her the next morning, but wasn't that lucky. I never saw her again, but I wonder how she would feel today, if someone told her that a young boy went nuts about her, the first time he saw her.

2005-12-22T21:51:00.000-08:00

What lovely luscious lips... ummm

Interesting story...

2005-12-19T19:42:00.000-08:00

Once upon a time there was a magnet, and in its close neighborhood lived some steel filings. One day two or three filings felt a sudden desire to go and visit the magnet, and they began to talk of what a pleasant thing it would be to do. Other filings nearby overheard their conversation, and they, too, became infected with the same desire. Still others joined them, till at last all the filings began to discuss the matter, and more and more their vague desire grew into an impulse. "Why not go today?" said some of them; but others were of the opinion that it would be better to wait until tomorrow. Meanwhile, without their having noticed it, they had been involuntarily moving nearer to the magnet, which lay there quite still, apparently taking no heed of them. And so they went on discussing, all the time insensibly drawing nearer to their neighbor; and the more they talked, the more they felt the impulse growing stronger, till the more impatient ones declared that they would go that day, whatever the rest did. Some were heard to say that it was their duty to visit the magnet, and that they ought to have gone long ago. And, while they talked, they moved always nearer and nearer, without realizing they had moved. Then, at last, the impatient ones prevailed, and, with one irresistible impulse, the whole body cried out, "There is no use waiting. We will go today. We will go now. We will go at once." And then in one unanimous mass they swept along, and in another moment were clinging fast to the magnet on every side. Then the magnet smiled and for the steel filings had no doubt at all but that they were paying that visit on their own free will.

--Oscar Wilde on Seduction

Falling in love...

2005-12-19T19:16:00.000-08:00

I happened to read something very profound and truthful, and hence decided to put it up here. Many may not accept this, but from my own experience I know that this is very true. And the sooner one realises that, the better... So that this can be used towards one's gains ...<wicked smile>

No one can fall in love if he is even partially satisfied with what he has or who he is. The experience of falling in love originates in an extreme depression, an inability to find something that has value in everyday life.

The "symptom" of the predisposition to fall in love is not the conscious desire to do so, the intense desire to enrich our lives; it is the profound sense of being worthless and of having nothing that is valuable and the shame of not having it...

For this reason falling in love happens more frequently among young people, since they are profoundly uncertain, unsure of their worth and often ashamed of themselves. The same thing applies to people of other ages when they lose something in their lives - when their youth ends or when they start to grow old.

- Francesco Alberoni ("Falling in love")

Travelling by local train

2005-12-17T19:52:00.000-08:00

If you have been to Mumbai anytime, you would have realized that the local trains are the life-line of the city. If you need to go anywhere, more often than not, they are the fastest means of reaching there. But travelling in a mumbai local isn't that simple and requires skill and lots of practice - to fit yourself compactly in the most impossible of places.

When I was a kid, travelling by local used to be an ordeal for me. The feeling of getting squashed and cramped suffocated me. But there was one time, when I absolutely loved it and I still remember that experience pretty vividly - when I travelled in a ladies compartment during peak traffic.

I had to attend some marriage ceremony with my mom at some place. Since the trains were pretty crowded, Mom didn't want to send me alone to the guy's compartment - not for any other reason except that there were high chances that I wouldn't be able to alight at my stop. So, she decided to take me with her, in the ladies compartment. Now, at that time, I was pretty young (young as in - a 'kid') but thats what mom thought. According to me, I was young (young as in....you know what), so we were thinking on pretty much similar lines. And I boarded the ladies compartment, fighting my way in (no matter which compartment you get in, you have to do that.

Then the ordeal started...and man! did I enjoy it!

I was totally crushed, but with softness all around. I suppose it was because of such padding, that I didn't get any cramps. Someone's tits were boring into my back, as if they'll just drill through. My left hand was stuck between someone's thigh and someone's butt. As I lifted my right hand to catch hold of the support handles on the ceiling, it travelled all the way from someones butt, over her thighs, crossing the curves of her tits till they finally reached the handle. I held onto the handle for some time, but then decided to let go, since the journey of my hand downwards promised to be as interesting as the climb upwards. Morever, I didn't mind getting pushed around. Then the lady to my right decided to tie up her duppata around her so that it stays put while she alights and in the process rubbed a lot of things at a lot of places.

But the most painful part of the ordeal was adjusting with the lady in front. I was pressed straight against her, and much as I tried, it was very difficult to prevent my excitement from showing.

In short, it was one local train experience, that will remain fresh in my mind. As they say, childhood memories stay...

(Please do not try this on your own. It's extremely dangerous. Ladies travelling in their compartent in Mumbai are far from being ladies. They are infamous for throwing out unescorted guys from running trains.)

Back from hiatus

2005-12-17T19:42:00.000-08:00

A childhood friend of mine is getting married in Pune this weekend. We never really were much of friends - esp. since that was way back in Std IV and girls at that time, were just a form of nuisance, a strange and different species. We were not outright enemies for two reasons. First, our moms were close friends - thats how I still keep getting the news and second, her sister who was a couple of years older than her, had caught my fancy. Hmmm, wonder how she looks now...

Your ass is grass

2005-12-07T06:12:00.000-08:00

Interesting quote that I learnt today…

If you are not competitive enough, they say (U.S. slang) – Your ass is grass… meaning anyone and everyone will trample over your posterior. :)

Negotiate..

2005-12-05T05:13:00.000-08:00

You never get what you deserve

But you’ll always get what you can negotiate…

That’s what I’ve always believed in and that’s exactly what I saw happening in my appraisal discussion… :) I want to learn the art of negotiation – it’s so important…

I'm Back

2005-12-01T06:43:00.000-08:00

After a day of mourning and a rethink of my strategies, I'm back in form!

So there's this new guy who's turned up in one of my favourite plots and turned it sour. He's definitely screwed up the steamy sequels that I had in mind for the future, but on second thoughts, I'm not jealous of him. Rather it's good riddance... Would I like to swap places with him? Definitely not. Hope he stays ignorant of the kind of time she spent with me, cos as they say "Ignorance is bliss".

And it's good for her to have such an exit-option. She didn't have much of a future with me, as I wasn't interested in marriage. So why am I sad? Just because I hadn't got bored of her yet...but if life wants me to move on.. so be it. Very few people get such oppurtunities of making a clean exit, without messing up in marriage. It had been a good learning experience ;)

Coming to the strategy-rethinking part... Since, I'm not actually looking for a life-partner and marriage is definitely not on my cards...(Moreover, I don't believe in love-marriages..More on that sometime later) It doesn't really matter if the girls I'm interested in, already have boy-friends. On the contrary, it's good for them, that they have a safety net - someone to marry in the end.

Does that make me sound like a lascvicious pervert...Hehe. Don't forget, I'm Mr. Hyde :) But frankly speaking... I'm not looking for sex (No kidding). It's simply that I enjoy spending time with different girls - I enjoy the variety and it gives a good boost to my confidence. And if there's a bit of spooning thrown in, who's complaining ;)

Now time for some updates...

Project Dimple back in action, we're getting friendlier and I guess, she trusts me more than before.

Project Sheets also salvaged from ruins. We're back on smiling terms...I'm just holding back a little at present to intrigue her and keep her guessing (this important tip was from a very interesting book I'm reading at present.. more on that later).

2005-12-01T02:12:00.000-08:00

I’m currently reading the Memoirs of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt… :)

Breaking up

2005-11-28T13:01:00.000-08:00

Jekyll has landed me up with a dirty job... I have to blog about things that he wouldn't want to discuss. I generally don't mind that - it's more fun :) but not always... This time it's not very pleasant, but i need to log it - for posterity.
One of the girls I liked a lot told me yesterday that she's been going around with someone - someone she feels is the perfect person she's ever met, that she would like to spend her life with him and blah..blah...Well, frankly speaking, it hit me hard and it hit me bad.
While Jekyll sulks, I've been telling him that things are getting better. These are the reasons that I gave him. She was

Older than me - i would need to work on convincing my parents abt this
She had a colored past, something which was difficult to accept at times
Our thinking didn't really match - it would be like carrying extra ballast on a hot-air balloon, you'll have problems taking off. You need someone who can think big or maybe bigger than you do!

But Jekyll says (and even I agree) that we had a real good time together. We supported each other through our ups and downs.

And finally, marriage was never really on my mind, and she has her own life to lead. So this had to happen someday - better now than later. On second thoughts, I would like to look at it this way - I had a good time with someone else's wife :) Isn't that envious Jekyll?? Come on be a sport and let's go hunting again :)

Btw a few updates about Operation Dimple - she's got a boy-friend (nope...it's not me)
Operation Sheets - she saw me with dimple once and stopped saying hi after that... well, maybe we can work on this one. But need a break for sometime...

Note to myself

2005-11-28T05:04:00.000-08:00

Come to think of it, I’ve been having a tough time lately… but this was part of the strategy. Since the chances of such failure are so high, it’s best to have as many varied attempts as possible – running in parallel. Most will fail, but the few that flourish will be worth it.

So dude … keep going.. !

2005-11-28T02:34:00.000-08:00

main bhool jaaon tumhe ab yahi munasib hain

magar bhulana bhi chahoon to kis tarah bhoolon

ki tum to phir bhi haqeeeat ho koi khwab nahin

yahan to dil ka yeh aalam hai, kya kahoon kambakht

bhoola saka na yeh woh silsila joh tha hi nahin

woh ik khayal joh awaaz tak gaya hi nahin

woh ek baat joh main keh nahin saaka tumh se

woh ek rapt joh hum mein kabhi raha hi nahin

mujhe hai yaad woh sab joh kabhi hua hi nahin

agar yeh haal hai dil ka toh koi samjhaye

agar yeh haal hai dil ka toh koi samjhaye...

tumhe bhulaana bhi chahoon to kis tarah bhoolon

ki tum to phir bhi haqeeeat ho koi khwab nahin

Analysis

2005-11-24T03:14:00.000-08:00

A little more analysis, doggy-style…

The dog walking along with the bitch, is worried and insecure that he might lose her to the 5 dogs behind. The fact that he has her now, is not relevant any more – he isn’t sure if he deserves her and fears that she might realize that pretty soon.

The 2 dogs in close pursuit, believe that they can oust the dog-in-charge. Maybe she’ll dump him pretty soon and they want to be around, for that moment, so that they can take his place.

The 3 dogs across the street figure nowhere in the picture, but they are fighting it out to decide whom she smiled at…

So, that’s life … Damn bitch!

Typical demand-supply problem

2005-11-24T02:26:00.000-08:00

I was taking my post-dinner walk, when I noticed …

One bitch trotting along with a dog, with 2 dogs close behind in pursuit, and 3 more dogs bickering among themselves on the other side of the road. (Don’t get me wrong, I am actually referring to the canine species)

Dear God… one question… why is it the same story everywhere?

A primitive love-letter

2005-11-16T04:01:00.000-08:00

I was just browsing through some of my old mails and happened to come up with this antique ...
It's one of the first love-letters that I wrote,... Come to think of it, it's pretty amatuerish but I had spent hours to come up with that content and everything, even the sign-off line and the signature at the end, were all meticulously planned.

And the reply seemed so unaesthetic... :)

---------------------------------------------------

hi!
i bet this mail is not sent by u,probably one of ur friends,.
hmm so whats  up,what have u been doing
hmm mail me bac
see ya
RP

> hi..
>
> There's something I wanted to tell you...I have been
> waiting for the right time to come, but now I feel
> that maybe it's too late...
> In the past, the proper words have escaped me, and my
> innermost feelings have been kept locked away in the
> depths of my heart, but today, i've decided to let
> them out..I don't know  how you'll respond but I'm
> ready for whatever your answer maybe. I wanted to tell
> you that I have a crush on you..It's been there for
> quite some time but I wasn't able to muster the
> courage to tell you..
>
> This is how I feel and I'm totally helpless abt it,
> but I do respect your right to differ...
> Hope you feel the same way too...
>
> Yours truly,madly,deeply
> XXXXXXX.
>
>
>              ***************************
> When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to
> object...
>
>              ***************************
>

An interesting meeting

2005-11-16T04:00:00.000-08:00

Last, friday we had this meeting to discuss how the erectile tissue on tits reacts to changes in temperature... :) Naah...That wasn't the topic of discussion - it was on more mundane matters which don't concern us. However my learnings from the meeting were of a different kind, as described below.

The conference rooms in which we have our meetings are generally chilly, since they are used infrequently and this was the ambience in which I made my observations. A chick was sitting across me on the table, in a scanty top (remember, it was Friday) and I sat pensively staring at her assets, as if lost in gravity of the discussion. It was then, that I made my observations. The top was so flimsy I could almost visualize her without it. She's endowed with an amazing pair of ummm....It was then that I noticed a slight protrusion on her T-shirt. She was having goose-bumps all over her cos of the cold and I couldn't believe my eyes, but it was her nipples getting erect. The protrusion stayed for some time before subsiding. But, soon after a couple of minutes it was back.
9.45 a.m. was when it occured...
9.52 a.m. gone...
9.56 a.m. it's back...
10.02 a.m. gone again...

and I forgot to mention, once she felt so cold that she clutched her arms together, as if giving herself an hug and I got an eyefull of heaven... WOW !

Thankfully she never realized that the room had a temperature-control panel. And neither did I feel the need of reminding her ;)

Project updates

2005-11-09T02:23:00.000-08:00

Some updates from the war-front…

Things are going great.

Operation Dimple running smooth… Had another bout of interaction, some more exchange of smiles… oh, she’s got a great smile!

Operation Sheets also running well. She was sighted moving around my cubicle, without any major reason, probably just to say hi. And the last time, she did that, she paused for a second to say something, but the words wouldn’t come out. Aha.. glad to see a girl facing that problem ;).. So maybe the next time we meet, we’ll talk.. Anyways, rite now I’m not in any hurry.

Operation Adhoc also going on in parallel…

Chatted up with a female acquaintance in the bus…Building my conversation skills :) and she was pleasantly surprised.

Told another girl that she was looking real smart today (Man…Was she HOT?!!, but can’t tell her that) She was pretty surprised too, blushed and said that she was flattered…

Look at a girl and just shot her a smile. Hehe… Was she confused!! She did return a feeble smile but was probably wondering, if we knew each other :)

So…in short, It’s a beautiful day!

2005-11-08T03:10:00.000-08:00

Yday was a great day… Started off on some new ‘projects’ ;)

There was this new girl whom I wanted to get to know. And not since she’s not in my project, I didn’t really have any easy way to start a conversation. We did speak a bit during a cultural program last weekend… but nothing much after that

So, I decided to take the plunge… opened up messenger, dropped in a “Hi, How’s work like?” :) Trust me… that took some guts, but thankfully things were much smoother after that… and we chatted for almost an hour! (wow.. that’s cool for a first-time chat)

So thats the status of Operation Dimple…

Then there is Operation Sheets… She stays in my building, is a fresher and seems like she’s available and pretty much approachable. I had started off a conversation with her in the bus and it had gone pretty well. But she doesn’t sit anywhere nearby so can’t drop by her cubicle. Operation Sheets should take care of the time that I spent at home here, more productively ;).

So… things have been going quite well till now… let’s hope no Operation needs to go in retreat-mode.

2005-11-06T04:01:00.000-08:00

The last post of having someone between your legs by virtue of cramped travelling conditions reminded me of a very interesting incident which had happened with me, pretty long back.

This time I was at the back of a SUMO, travelling with 3 other people, a girl sitting opposite to me and her friend (a guy) next to her. We were all carrying our bags on our laps so it wasn't very clear, whose leg was where. I happened to doze in the middle of the journey, only to wake up to a leg rubbing against mine.

From the side, I was being rubbed on, I could deduce that it was the girl sitting opposite. She just smiled when I looked at her, but the smile didn't convey any emotions - it was just a formal smile. That made it more confusing and I wasn't really sure how to react. So I just sit back, relax and check out how things progress. After some time, I found another leg rubbing against mine. Earlier it was the left side of my leg being rubbed and now it was the right. Simply stated, my right leg was caught between two rubbing thighs.

I was'nt sure what was happening. Much as I would like to believe it, I couldn't think that a girl could hit out so hard at a stranger. The bags on our laps and the darkness before dawn offered all the necessary cover for the covert play underneath. The smile above and the leg below didn't exactly match right. By matching, I don't really what I was looking for becuase, I didn't really expect the girl to sport a pout, or bite her lips etc..etc...But inspite of that, I knew that something was not right.

As the sun rose, and there was a little more light, it finally dawned on me. My leg was caught between the two of them - not between the girls but between her and the guy next to her !!
The idea of a guy's leg rubbing against mine was totally repulsive, inspite of the girls rubbing on the other side. And with an audible "Excuse me", I pulled my leg out of the mess.
But it was fun to see the two of them after that. :)
They were shell-shocked to realise what was going on, definitely embarrased and for the rest of the journey sat atleast half-a-foot away from each other.

2005-11-06T04:00:00.000-08:00

Having a girl between your legs and then losing her... Do you know how that feels?.. Bad, real bad!

Well, a few clarifications, before you run away with your mind. When I meant 'having someone between your legs' I didn't mean what you just thought. When you are sitting at the back of a Qualis, cramped up with 3 more people, you tend to have someone between your legs (or you between someone's legs) more often than not. It's just a way of arranging your legs to accomodate each other in the cramped space.

The last time I was sitting like this, there was this girl (from the company across the road) sitting opposite me. And lucliky there was this huge guy sitting next to me, which forced me and the lady to adopt the position described above. We started off pretty well, with smiles and a small conversation now and then. We discussed about the road, the petrol pumps on the way, the tea, the fast she had kept that day, the songs that were being played in the car and all that stuff - conversations that you make up, just to find an excuse for talking...And the interesting part was that she too, was looking for reasons to chat. So, in short, we hit off pretty well.

Just one thing that went wrong...We didn't exchange names. Now that I think of it, it seems weird, but somehow we missed it. All I know is the company she works in and maybe if I tried hard, I could trace her back. But that's too much of a trouble...Guess, it was good while it lasted.

On the way back home

2005-11-03T15:03:00.000-08:00

This happened yesterday when I was returning back to my place from work. I think it was the word "high-heels" or maybe it was "back-less top" which drew my attention to the two girls sitting on the adjacent seat. I was a trifle disappointed because neither of them looked anywhere close to have worn either anytime in their life-time.

The girl who was speaking or narrating her story was a very ordinary looking girl with well-oiled plaited hair, in a dull salwar-kameez and a dupatta wrapped around her neck - a typical plain Jane, nothing to really make you look at her twice. But her story caught my attention...

"You know, it was such an amazing experience... I was wearing this backless top and a skirt (gesturing with her hand)...They were so many people in that pub... And I was wearing this high-heels (gesturing the length between her thumb and index finder, which was atleast 5-6 inches) and all those people looking at you... wow, it was amazing.."

At this point, I tried picturizing her in a topless top (oops, I meant a back-less top),a mini-skirt and high-heels. But it really was too difficult. Then she went on...

"And then the best part, there were these pole-dancers..."

At this point a guy sitting in front turned back to give her a wide-eyed look and the guy next to me chuckled. God! Some people really need to learn being discreet. But this scared off the poor girl and that was where the story ended unfortunately, just as it was getting interesting.

Sorry to have such an abrupt ending, but this is how it ended.
Back-less top, high heels, pole-dancers at one moment, and nothing at the next.

Some quotes

2005-11-03T04:00:00.000-08:00

Here's a good one..
Man comes out of the womb, into this world and spends the rest of his life, trying to get back in...

Another one...

Whoever said "Make love, not war..." was really sensible...
So calling all dear ladies, let's do our bit for world-peace

Something's burning...

2005-10-28T04:00:00.000-07:00

I smell something burning... and it's Dr Jekyll lying in the corner, smoldering..!

HAHAAAHAA...

Well, let me explain. I ,(Ya I mean I, not Dr Jekyll) have got some real cool fans... hehe...
Oh shut up Jekyll, No one's listening to you anyways...

A friend of mine X has links to both Jekyll's blog and my blog (that is this one) on his blog. (Was that too confusing..? then re-read the last sentence). Now, a friend of X, who happens to be a girl, told Mr X that he better do some justice to his blog and take a few pointers from Otto (that's me)...

So... that means I've got a couple of fans.. and poor Jekyll who can't stop his bantering on world-peace, has none... Oh..ain't that cool...

Move over Jekyll, Its' my day...

Jassi :)

2005-10-21T14:59:00.000-07:00

There's a new babe on my floor :))... No...no, not the one I was talking about yday. This is still newer !
She's jassi :)... cute and hot at the same time .. ;)

Pros -
No rings yet
No stable guys she moves around with

Cons -
Trained in mysore (and we know what happens there :) )
Too good-looking not to have a boy-friend yet.

Hmm... Let's get to know her then ;)

New chick on my floor

2005-10-20T04:01:00.000-07:00

There's this new chick on my floor (I mean she works on the same floor :)). Not exactly new, but I happened to notice her lately because of the skirts she's been wearing.

Hehe... There is any elementary rule which applies to me (and probably most other guys too). and as per the rule "The shorter the skirt (or blouse) on a girl gets, the more attractive she gets"

Now, coming back to the chick, she's a real siren. Different girls evoke different feelings. And she isn't one of those cute and sweet types. Rather, she's got raw sex appeal packed into every curve on her body.

She's got lovely black hair, with somewhat small eyes, which give her a 'chinki-ish' look, nice firm pair of ummmm..., shapely smooth legs that end on a firm and cute butt. And she was wearing a nice pair of slender black leather heels.

I don't remember where but I had read some book, where the author describes the sandals of a seductress as a pair of 'fuck-me heels' because there could be no other reason for wearing such otraciously uncomfortable footwear. If those heels on the chick could talk... thats exactly what they seemed to be screaming back at me.

Time for a surprise test

2005-10-20T04:00:00.000-07:00

Which category does this fall in??

Ain't it just lovely...

Ans : (6) Big but tight - like tennis balls.. slightly bigger

Source : Yahoo Mail

Speaking your mind...

2005-10-18T04:00:00.000-07:00

People sometimes ask really silly questions... and there are times when you cannot retort back, because you just can't.

Well... In our office, the pantry, where the coffee vending machines are located is on the way to the rest-room. There might be some logic behind that, but I frankly don't know. So, one day, I went to take a cup of coffee but as my luck would have it, the machine wasn't working. But luck wasn't that bad, because a girl whom I wanted to get to know better, happened to be there too. She was probably on her way to the loo, and much as I wanted to say something and start a conversation, I couldnt. So we just smiled at each other and she went by.

I was on my way back without coffee and without a conversation when I happened to notice the vending-machine technician. He was on his way to fix the machine. I decided to wait for him to fix the machine, but it took up quite some time. Anyways, finally after some time, I was able to get my cup of coffee. Interestingly, the girl seemed to be just returning back and she saw me again. Maybe she felt that she had to say something and with a smile she said
"Arre, itna der tak kya kar rahe ho!"

Immediately, it flashed in my mind
"maine pucha kya, itna der tak tum kya kar rahi thi..."
But instead, I smiled back and said something "kuch nahin... blah..blah"
Sometimes you just can't say what comes in your mind!

Fascinated...

2005-10-12T04:00:00.000-07:00

I'm fascinated with tits and asses (in that respective order)... They are just amazing...
Sometimes I stop to wonder.. Do I actually see girls as they are ? or do I just see a luscious pair of tits walking around on a tight ass? Hmmm... difficult to answer that. I guess most guys feel that way...it's something to do with the testosterone surging within us.

Actually it's all the magic of testosterone... What are tits after all...? Loose hanging fat! That all that it is...but it's still so fascinating!

Btw, I name most tits that I see... Probably you do too... let me know if I miss out on any names
1) Luscious
2) Heavy
3) Huge/Humungous - the kind you would suffocate under
4) Small - nipple:boob ratio ~ 1:4
5) Firm
6) Big but tight - like tennis balls.. slightly bigger
7) Sagging - kinda depressing to see them on a young girl, makes me wish I could help ;)
8) Nokile (can't really translate this hindi word - literally speaking it means 'pointed')
9) Ones with real big nipples - looks great when erect under a T-shirt. Hmmm...
10) Some that are actually shaped like mangoes .. ;)
11) And lastly, the Clearasil variety... Clearasil lagao, pimples hatao..

kaun kaun daudega...not me atleast

2005-10-09T04:00:00.000-07:00

I suppose you all must have seen the ad campaign for the Delhi Marathon... It's definitely something new and different, but its also one of the most irritating ads that I have seen lately
CP daudega, asiad daudega, appu daudega...and it goes on and on to finally 'delhi daudega'

I feel like adding at the end, as a dedication to whosover's great idea it was "saale, gaand main danda daaloonga..to tu kya, tera baap bhi daudega..."

here's the ad wordings for you... imagine listening to this during every break..

Gurgaon daudega. Moti Bagh daudega. Lalaji daudenge. Yeh bijli bhi daudegi. South Block daudega. North Campus daudega. Pammiji daudengi. Unki close neighbour Loveleen bhi daudengi. Doctor Saab daudenge. Lajjoji bhi daudengi. Sheila, Priya aur Supriya daudegi (the clip shows the old Sheila theatre, well known to Delhiites). Tommy daudega. Asiad Appu bhi daudega (the clip shows an elephant). Rickshaw stand daudega. Rickshawala bhi daudega. Bus stop daudega (the clip shows a deserted bus stop with a lone man waiting). Karol Bagh daudega. India Gate daudega. Inspector Happy daudega. Kitab Ghar daudega. CP daudega. Dabbu Junior daudega. Paharganj daudega. Sharmaji daudenge. Yeh ped daudega. Pragati Maidan daudega. Jasveer, Jolly aur family daudegi. Aap daudenge. Main daudoonga. Kyonki ab Dilli daudegi.

You can also check out what ad pundits have to say about this masterpiece...
http://www.agencyfaqs.com/news/stories/2005/10/06/12888.html

2005-10-06T04:00:00.001-07:00

You know what... I saw this amazingly idiotic couple today!
Let me describe them.. then you'll enjoy this better...
They were sitting on the table right in front of me during breakfast. And they were sitting next to each other, like you do on a bench with no one sitting in front. They come hand in hand and settle down and probably didn't notice me looking at them... They were simply lost in each other. The guy brings out two cell-phones from his pocket (He was carrying the girl's mobile too !?!?! isn't that weird!) and now's the best part.. he places both the phones on the table, next to each other and gives a stupid smile to the girl, probably trying to suggest something... maybe that's the way he wants to be, right next to her.. .I felt like telling the guy "Dude, why don't you place your phone on top of hers.. she'll get the idea" Then he starts playing around with the girl's hair murmurring sweet nothings... Hmm... Instinctively my eyes went to see what was going on under the table ;)... (Can't help it :p.. thats how my brain works!)
But sadly nothing much, just that the guy's leg was brushing against hers :(
I' m sure that while one hand was playing with her hair above the table, the one below the table must be anxious to wander across her legs... but it didn't...What a waste of a hand!

Thats why I said... IDIOTIC couple

2005-10-06T04:00:00.000-07:00

There's this new babe in campus... Man!! Is she cute !?!

Oooh...totally deadly.. nice face and beautiful hair. She's straight out of a LEVI's ad. I had seen her last friday and she was amazing. She's got one of those FTV kinda figures, a bit on the slender side, not really loaded, but cute - the kinda looks you would want on a girl with whom you would like to have a nice intellectual talk after a passionate evening... not the type with whom you'd prefer the lights to be off all the time...

Wow... I'm just waiting to check her out tomorrow (Friday dressing.. remember)

2005-10-05T04:00:00.000-07:00

What should I write...

Thanks to Sarit, I'm now stuck with this blogging predicament. He's been telling me a lot that I should write about my corny ideas and views so remember he's the one responsible for all this...
Since I was the one who had suggested him the name Otto Mason, and now that he has left to start a blog under his own name, I guess I'll use this space... I kinda like the name.. Sounds cool..doesn't it!

I guess I'll write about things I see in my day-to-day life... so you'll get so see life through the eyes of a guy in his twenties... Much of it will no doubt be, very similar to what you have experienced (provided you are a guy).

So here we go.... Welcome to NeverLand - and I'm your host PeterPan
Hope to see you till the end of the trip!