Pea Pod - A taste of everyday life

Boy, oh Boy! Boy London is here! Now I'm sure there are a lot of questions on your mind. Who is Boy London? Is he a Patel boy from London or is he just a boy from London? Well, Boy London happens to be a European clothing brand and its showroom has recently opened up in Juhu. I used to go past the location often when the showroom was under construction wondering what would be coming up there. One fine day, it was open to the eyes of public. And believe me, I was hurt! I mean my eyes hurt. They had the whole showroom lit up in red light - yes, red light! With transparent doors and red light inside! I thought about the people working inside and felt sorry for them! How could they spend 8 hours of their day in a red room? Anyway, the answer came to me just yesterday. While passing by, I saw someone getting into the showroom and realised that only the doors were tinted red and that the lights inside were yellow! Roxanne You don't have to put on the red light T

Talking about my favourite Observation Ground, the railway station, I see this lady on the bridge every Monday morning with a brass snake. She asks for money for the maintenance of this brass snake as it is the day of Shiva. Now does a metal snake need any of the money coming its way? All in the name of God. With every paisa you give her, she showers you with blessings. Maybe she gets all the money for those blessings. You hardly find them anywhere nowadays!

And I've been working like a dog! There is so much work happening in office. I know no one likes to read about work but that's all that I've done in the last few days. To whomsoever it may concern, whether you like it or not - You got to read about WORK! I have made some 17 odd screens for mobile phone applications today. The client was not easy. He kept sending reminder mails all day long. There are more designs and usability issues to be tackled tomorrow. By the way, I need a day off from work. I've got some important chores to do. Got to think about which day would be preferable. Friday sounds tempting! Long weekend! But I guess I'll select Thursday. Enough of work now. It's time to go home...and WORK! And I thought - I would be sleeping like a log!

My friend, ladyluanne.blogspot.com has written about how the world is short of Real Men. Worth a read. I was just wondering if there is anything real left anywhere! See what I mean: A: "Hey, your hair looks great!" B: "Thanks, I just got them straightened" C: "I love the colour of your eyes." D: "I never told you, but I wear brown lenses!" E: "Your nose used to be sharp when I saw you as a child." F: " Yes aunty, I went in for a cosmetic surgery." The list goes on and on and on... Let me take you down, cos I'm going to Strawberry Fields Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about...

Humans are not born with clothes on. We all know that, don't we? Somewhere in the past, some bright human thought of covering his body. More so for protecting himself from the heat and cold. From leaves to cloth to robes and elaborate costumes, man is backsliding now! I see more and more people - read girls, in less and less clothes. Look for the bare necessities, forget about your worries and your strife! There was a time when I never found clothes that were made for petite structured people like myself. Now there are such tiny clothes available that I wonder if people like me would ever be able to get into them. Surprisingly, all girls fit into them. Tighter the clothes, better it is. Don't they feel uncomfortable? When I observe some of them at the railway station (my favourite observation ground), I feel they do feel the discomfort but fashion rules rule. It's ok if they can't walk with those heels or those tight denims. Rules rule! All the girls look the same. A

Love is stronger than justice Love is thicker than blood Love, love, love Is stronger than justice Love is a big fat river in the flood! The words of one of Sting's songs are ringing in my ears. I like the way he calls love 'a big fat river in the flood'. Sets my mind thinking as to what he actually wants to imply. Love has no boundary. Love doesn't unfold in a set pattern. There are no laws here. Blood is thicker than water but love is thicker than blood! That makes love thicker than water. Water < Blood < Love He calls love a fat river in the flood. Therefore, Water < Blood < Love = Water. Did you get it? No?? Well, don't even try! Love is something one can never fully understand. You always end up falling in that beautiful ditch!

My feet were on the road My eyes in search for a friend Even if only for a while We could be together till the bend. I saw this girl with a lovely smile She and I had a friendship to spend Even if it lasted only for a while We could spend it together till the bend We were slowly getting closer To that expected end Where we would part our ways With memories in our hearts to lend The Bending of the road had come Goodbye to you, my friend! We will meet again for sure On another road, till another bend.

I have all kinds of people working in my office. All have their unique set of habits. One of them for example, has this habit of giving alms to the poor beggars sitting on the railway bridge. Now, there are two bridges - one with the beggars is usually crowded and the other is fairly empty. But this colleague of mine prefers the one with the beggars. It's become a ritual for him to give alms - everyday. My boss often cracks this joke on him that he should be opening a bank account for them close to the railway station.Will save him the trouble of passing through all that crowd every morning! There are four beggars precisely. Two are lepers, one's an old lady and the other is an old blind man. My colleague feels very compassionate towards the old. 'Poor man, he's blind..., 'Poor woman, she must have been driven out of her home...' I have utmost respect for what he feels. But I still think twice before giving them any money myself. One evening, heading bac

Sunday afternoon. It's never slumber time for me. I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep! I switch on some music and opt for Denver. He makes me think of the roads, the nooks and corners of my childhood days. He makes me want to think of all the children, flowers and trees as my sisters and my brothers. He makes me want to love the mountains, the sunshine and life itself. He almost makes me want to fly. Sunshine on my shoulder makes me happy Sunshine in my eyes makes me cry Sunshine on the water looks so lovely Sunshine almost always makes me high. If I had a wish that I could wish for you I’d make a wish for sunshine all the while.

My 4 month old nephew passed his stool after one week :-) We are having a party tonight. I swear on the pot, yet again!

Yes, that's what today is! Take a look at the ear panel of Bombay Times and you will know that I'm not talking bullshit! I want to write a two minute speech commemorating this great day. Here goes... Fights Arguments Ego Jealousy Envy Anger War Rudeness Bad-mouthing Back-biting Dirty Politics Cheating Bribes Dowry Callousness Infedelity Flush it down the drain. Toilet - A Tool of Social Change!* *That's the tag line for the event. I swear on the pot!

It's ridiculous! It's pathetic! It's utterly, stutterly irritating! Our office server is down since almost a week now! We are not receiving any mails from anywhere. All we're getting are frantic calls from our clients! I'm tired of giving them the reason for their utterly, shatteredly state. We are now in the process of re-hosting all our web sites to another faraway place. I feel like a servant serving the server at the moment. Hope this task gets done before I feel utterly, batteredly frustrated!

Look before you leap, Think before you speak! I have been wondering how many people actually think before they say something. I even did a small little research asking friends if they followed this principle. Well, the conclusion that I came to was that it was relative. Some thought sometimes before they opened their mouths and some thought sometimes after the deed was done. A friend of mine who has a 'carved in stone' commandment that he doesn't think before he speaks, once told me that words had the capacity to inflict violence. If it comes to that, then why not do a little thinking first? Naaaaah! It's a commandment, remember? Cannot be altered! Do you know what happened with just a few careless words? - A wife was sold - A kingdom was lost - A woman's virtue was harmed in public - Brothers fought brothers relentlessly - An old man had to sleep on a bed of arrows for days - You know what I'm talking about. Draupadi had laugh

First a mouse and now a cow! Is my blog going to be an animal kingdom? Some friends of mine really inspire me to write cow-ardly stories! Anyway, what does it mean to be holier than cow? Being bull is being holier than cow. How? A Bull is superior. Why do we always aim for the bull's eye to win? Why does the bull have a pull at the stocks? Why is 'bullshit' in everybody's mouth? Why does the bully dominate? Why do some bulldoze? Why do some dogs look like bulls? Mooooooo... I can go on and on... But I'd rather cow down.

She travels with me in the local train sometimes. I try sitting close to her to observe. Always holding on to her mobile phone close to her ear. Always talking about one thing - marriage! She is fat, stout and with acne generously sprinkled across her face. She is loud and she desperately wants a husband. I listen to her having an animated conversation with someone - "Have you registered at Shaadi.com? No?? I have signed up at both Shaadi.com and Bharat Matrimony. Shaadi.com is hopeless. I don't get any responses only! Bharat Matrimony.com is suuuuuuperb! I got 3 responses the very day I registered! You must register yourself there. You are also 24 years old now. Start looking..." I had to get off the train on the next station. I felt as though I was being pulled out of a theatre playing my favourite movie! Two days later, I found myself sitting next to her again. What luck! This time she was talking to a prospective groom. "Did you get the horosco

Yesterday I had a wee little argument (I would still call it a misunderstanding!) with someone. I usually don't like argumentative episodes and try to escape from them - not because I lack the capabilty to argue but for the simple reason that it leaves a sour taste in my mouth! For this behaviour of mine I got a new name. A mouse! ;-) Well, I look at it with a positive attitude. I think a mouse is great. So many contraptions have been invented to catch hold of this one timid little animal! I give full marks to its smart moves. A mouse made a one time cartoonist into an all time Walt Disney! A mouse can even take Ganpati Bappa for a ride! :-) Finally, a mouse is the first to leave a ship that is sinking. (is it a rat or a mouse?? For now, let it be a mouse!)

I don't want to walk a tight rope thinking whether I'll fall left or right or whether or not I'll reach the end of the rope. I would rather be a Sergei Bubka and jump right across in one shot. I don't want to see any mirages that disappear when I reach them...I would rather come to a lake. No way, no trapeze act for me!

How did you people celebrate the 31st? My friends and I were out driving to town with no plans whatsoever! We reached Nariman Point and witnessed a display of fireworks. There was this Parsi couple out there, quite old, but enjoying themselves! With every rocket that went up in the sky, they were excitedly clapping. Parsi aunty was shouting away, "Aai jo, aai jo...pelu to ekdum dil par aave chhe! "She even asked this guy who was standing at the Marine Drive pavement to bend down as she could not see one rocket properly! Such innocent pleasure she was having! There were kids, rowdies, office going people, lovers, youngsters, hawkers, you name it! I have never seen Bombay like this. Wherever we went, the place was bustling withaction; from scantily clad girls to guys dressed in the 70's style; guys supporting girls who were completely sozzled and about to fall...I saw them all and was amazed as to how our culture has changed so drastically! Dressed in our jeans