scewd but true... it flows from nowhere to anywhere

its quite pissing off when you make a blog and no one reads it...

anyway, nothing too great to report (maybe just to myself) but the fact that i am working really hard to keep myself occupied... constant travelling to the suburbs of this wonderful city, taking the best transport ever administered in the country (the local train) and getting fried in the Mumbai summer attack is not really the best idea for spending time but well thats the best i can think of so far. that is the only way i can get out of the house actually. office is one more get away but sitting in one place is not very adventurous i would say. the godown has got its own certificate of being the biggest tandoor of its time so i avoid that completely. still work becons and work has to be done.

so there is dadr (*the shop) matunga (the godown) pedder road (the home) and Santa cruz (umm... the home... part 2). shutteling between these is good fun and a training session in travelling on intuition without the need to actually think where im going. seriously, it is so mechanical with the trains that i could commute to these places blindfolded. its good fun meeting up with my friends in cruz and my mentor, friend, philosopher, guide and critic mrs.misra. always around to give me some work and keep my otherwise warped head in good use. i have never been understood by a non family member in such short time lapse, ever. someone who comes out of no where and becomes an integral part of your life. who makes you think differently and gets you to change your perspective about yourself. mr. ghalla is another one of those head-stron unforgiving creatures who still has the odasity and the nerve to stick around with me for almost 7 years now without a chooch.

so this time i decided to get these two absolutely powerful influences to meet each other. both had heard about the other to the point where they could sware that the next statement i would make would be coming from the respective counterpart. and as i had imagined... they hit it off quite well too. god knows but i enjoyed the fact that i was left out of the conversation. every once in a while i would come in with an expressive 'hummm...' and shut up again. aahhh! i could go on about it for hours but what the heck, im too bored to describe the whole 3 odd hours in detail... not a woman u know...(with all due respect to the entire clan of the said armless millitants).

since i am making note of people who have influenced me, another name that comes to my mind is my very dear chinese friend...Valentino aka van. love the guy for his smile-through your troubles-and-they'll-pass-you-by-in-disgust attitude. he has always been this unasking buddy. then there is the very emotional but still absolute fun guy... mukesh bihani aka mickey. a wonderful man with the most charming personalities i've ever come across. i cant resist but to make note of this rather facinating fact; everytime i have wanted someone to talk to or get out of the house just to quit feeling clostrophobic, i wouldnt even have to make a call... i have just made a wish and this man's name flashes on my cell phone screen asking me if i am free and want to go for a ride. absolutely amazing. Not to forget his ability to chance upon the most gorgious women to have him fall in love with. Sonia is an absolute cause of anyones diabetese. an inspiration to think possitive and never give in... hats off babe. Ankit Patel: the man of a thousand opinions. a mentor as far as acads and fun are concerned. methinks this very qualified and i-will-die-with-a-book-in-my-hand kind of a guy has the most remarkable sense of humility and consideration. practicable and sensitive... again, what a man.

there are so many of these people who have influenced my life and as cliched as this blog might read, i still want to thank each one of the individuals who have been an inspiration to me. the only reason why i mentioned these names is because they are the ones i've been hanging out with for the past month or so. the others have just been there on the phone and the net and so on. not that i value them any lesser but... aaahhh its too complicated. i love you all... always will.

back to original crib about people not reading my blog... screw it, i think this is good enough to keep reminding me of what a lucky lucky individual i am... thank you lord.