In the midst of his nuptials, the trademark "you fucker" aka "Incestuous Expletives" look

Iktara

Breakfast at Leopold

Catching up with buddies

Iktara

Work

Nice evening planned

Merci Beacoup Dieu :)

Prayer

A bright light on the horizon beckons, pity I was oblivious to it for a long time. Better late than never.

NMIMS

For an institution that claims to have had a wondrous past and foresees an equally bright future, there's a lot of ill will on blogosphere that it has managed to generate. And while I was not a part of the brigade that was bashing it, one meeting with a friend who was marred by the same institute propelled me to blog about it. I hate it. The amount of grief that it has filled my life with is unfathomable. And the after effects of being in this place was neutralised by the fact that my current organisation can whop the bejesus out of that institution with its capacity to inflict pain.

hahahahahaha

“The good times of today, are the sad thoughts of tomorrow.”

The Fall

And while some of us rest peacefully,

There are others who fight

And for those of us who fight,

A lot of us give up

And for those of us who give up

There are a few that don't

And for those few that don't

I salute you.

I embrace you.

I wish there were more of you

I wish ...

"The people, who were trying to make this world worse... are not taking a day off. How can I?

Light up the darkness."

Finally ...

Opel Corsa - It had an epiphany to die in my arms

This was in reply to my email :

Dear Sir,

I would like to place on record my sincere gratitude to you. After watching Catch Me If You Can, I thought it had pretty much covered the gamut of making money by all means possible, but it seems they forgot GM. Let me place on record my (horrible) ownership experience with an Opel Corsa that unfortunately is my first car.

I bought a used Opel Corsa 1.6 Gsi that had about 58,000 km on the speedo. The pride of ownership however was soon lost because my car never made it home the first day. The fuel tank had a leak. I consoled myself, paid a hefty 1k to the towing vehicle and got it to National Garage on Peddar Road, Mumbai. I must say you have trained them well. For a car that cost me 80k to buy, the very first day had me spending 32k on a long list of replacements that promised to make the car better. Only it did not. The amount of labour they charged me could be used to four lane the highways in Russia.

In fact so busy were they in trying to ensure that a prized catch like yours truly (read moron) should not be let go, that they managed to forget to tighten the bolts on the driver’s side. They prob hoped I’d crash and not write this email. But no such luck I’m afraid. They also managed to @*#% up the electrical system by putting in the wrong fuses. So when I drove home that night, up to my building, the car started smoking from under the bonnet. They had forgotten to put the fuse for the engine fan. The ECU light also showed up. Probably it’s way of showing that even if the ECU doesn’t function properly at least the b$oo#y light does.

They replaced the head lamps, bulbs, and charged me an astronomical sum for it. Pity it worked only in outer space. I had to get it done again. You see I reside on earth.

I then spent varying sums of money to replace the clutch plate, the fuel pump, the flywheel, brake pads, master cylinder and not to mention getting the fuel injectors cleaned (which National Garage claimed to have done). I tried my best to salvage the car (and my pride).

But you see the car now sits in my parking spot, refusing to start because the alternator seems to have given up. I then begin to wonder whatever the $*%# did I pay that much money for. But then I give up. You see I’m too small a person to make you pee your pants. You can do anything you want. And get away with it. I hope the 32k pads that bottom line of yours well.

Funny thing is I just realised that I’ve been GMed. In India that’s not a nice thing.

Regards,

Subodh Mallya

6(k) feet under

An unlikely place to see your death being played out. Of course no ugly facial expressions. Not a soul to bid you goodbye. Just the sea beckoning you, the chains on the feet clinking as though in protest for the extremity of the act about to follow.

And then it all ends. A serene calm descends, as the pressure of the sea makes you relive your life. And as soon as you're done, it takes it away. And you sink, noiselessly, to the bottom of the ocean. Your final resting place.

Funny how things turn out then.