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5 Months. One Post.

11 Oct

The last couple of months have been hectic around here. So let’s break it down in as concise a manner as possible.

May was, for all reason and purpose the month of epic drama. Be it the Fake IPL gallery, some great people at work leaving under pathetic circumstances, couples disentigrating faster than a 100 year old BMC deemed illegally unsafe building due for demolition and some crazy meetings. And there was a ramp walk at work which doubled as a gigantic circle-jerk session where everyone said nice things about everything to the point where it seemed as if unicorns were puking rainbows and ended with yours truly voted as the “angel” of the office. Yes this is the end of the world. Confirmed.

June was even more hilarious with unscheduled departures, finally arriving appraisal letters which were followed by the all but obvious exploitation that comes along with it (the recession is a lie, believe), the return of a certain Anuya (drunk, loud, American accent and ex in tow) and the departure of Rohit to the promised land of MBA-dom. Retailer conventions that were made of pure funny (if the concerned people are reading this do remember the following: store rooms, gas masks and stilletos). Oh and the FDA is full of shit banning Red Bull and then having it back on shelves.

July was busy. Rain, birthday (thanks a ton guys!), getting screwed over by alliance partners, irritating web developers and yeah i <3 the Backstreet Boys. Or so some people would love to believe. Not to mention catching the Hangover twice, T4 (which was epic bullshit) and Transformers 2 which was epic times zillion to the factor of infinity. Also a holiday for me what with the mombot going to Cairo and Dubai for awhile.

August was Singapore! Gotta love how the Mumbai Airport makes you feel secure, warm and fuzzy on departure like you should and makes you feel like a Guantanamo terror suspect on arrival what with chaos, pandemonium, stupid swine flu checks and complete, utter disregard for organization and traveler concerns that actually make you wonder why the Human Rights Comission hasn’t cracked down on the Mumbai Airport authorities yet. That aside launching a new website, saving two relationships, severing one and countless drunken nights at Harbor View made it one hellish month. Did i forget having a massive press event up and running in under two weeks? Yes it was that kind of month. You know, the one which was on PMS where that time of the month was everytime.

September had a feel of blah, meh and several shades of fugly settling in. For starters cryptic beer fuelled conversations with friends resulted in a scenario where at any given point in time not more than 2 people have an idea of what was being discussed making the term cloak and daggers seem relatively blatant. If this wasn’t enough, what about awkward engagements, relentless nagging for booking air tickets, torture (forced to maintain eye contact with not exactly the most pleasing of people for a play which was a mix of Sholay and video game culture, rather video game culture as perceived from a bunch of out of touch coots).

Now if you’ll excuse me i’ve some head trauma to nurse what with being privy to a night out where the spectacle of men feeling each other up was the highlight. However i’ll save that story for my next blog post.

Swine Flu: Origins

13 Sep

“You’re so emo.”

“Totally. So are you.”

“Yeah, i’m going to slash my wrists and write poems in blood.”

“While you’re at it gimme a vial of your blood.”

“Like Billy Bob Thorton and Angelina Jolie?”

“Yeah. Then we can be emo together.”

“Waitaminit, what makes you think he actually gave her his blood. i mean, what’s stopping him from culling some poor pig?”

“Okay then.”

Now Listening To: The Exies – Ugly

Busy

1 Aug

Work. Twitter. DS. FFVII. MGS1. FIFA09.Assassin’s Creed. CoD4. KOFXII. Terminator 4. Brothers Bloom. Work.Whisky. Birfday.Transformers 2. Work. Beer. Long Island Ice Tea. The Killers. Air. Terry Pratchett. Travelling. Commuting. Drama. Politics. Friends. Work. PS3. Xbox 360. Windows7. Fail. Win. Bills. Singapore. Life.

Now Listening To: The Killers – Losing Touch

Feedback

15 Jul

Sherrie says: yo

rishi says: hey

Sherrie says: re yr blog post of the 8th of July

Sherrie says: i find yr use of such OBVIOUS episode IV references disturbing.

Sherrie says: GIMME COOKIE NAO KTHNXBAI

rishi says: These are not the cookies you are looking for.

rishi says: They’re rain soaked shoes stupid.

Sherrie says: those tricks only work on the weak-minded

rishi says: Hence you.

rishi says: :p

Dramatis Personae

22 Jun
dram·a·tis per·so·nae  (drm-ts pr-sn, dräm-ts pr-sn)
pl.n.
1. The characters in a play or story.
2. A list of the characters in a play or story.
[Latin drmatis, genitive of drma, drama + persnae, pl. of persna, character.]

For the uninitiated, the Free Dictionary entry for Dramatis Personae is as follows:

dram·a·tis per·so·nae  (drm-ts pr-sn, dräm-ts pr-sn)

pl.n.

1. The characters in a play or story.

2. A list of the characters in a play or story.

[Latin drmatis, genitive of drma, drama + persnae, pl. of persna, character.]

Keeping this in mind and the constant nagging of Raddy (which was as constant as the consistency of the Indian Cricket team. If they were Australia in the 2000′s) the next few posts will be dedicated to the awesomeness of the dramatis personae in my life.

Stay tuned for the funny, lame, retarded, godlike and alcoholic tales of those who are. Or something. Since i can think of a nice flourshing way to conclude this post, i’ll end it here. Yeah.

Now Listening To: Franz Ferdinand – Bite Hard

April Awesomeness

14 Jun

April had its moments of madness. More so than any other month. Yet.  Pardon the lack of an update. Life is busy, distractive and even fun. All at the same time. Nevertheless here we go:

1. Lolcat exhibitions are awesome. Even more so when followed up by a few beers at the local watering hole, Ambience. Pity that the girls weren’t too keen about stepping into Croma. Fun times.

2. Tavern is an interesting place with interesting people and we live in interesting times. Yeah.

3.  Sundance is an even more interesting place provided you have the right people. Namely Raddy and Chetan.

4. Woodside Inn isn’t so interesting. Mainly because their pesto is sweet.

5.  Fake IPL Player’s blog was awesome. It’s a good thing he didn’t reveal himself. i’m waiting for the book to come out with the truth. Or the full length motion picture.

6. Exes are exes for a reason.

7.  Voting is overrated the only reason people have to do so is because it allows them to show their middle finger on TV and not be censored for it.

8. Conference calls come in two varieties. One described here. And another which is akin to going to a party that’s got the makings of something great what with the dim lighting, loads of alcohol and hot women. Until you start chatting one of them up, things start getting hot and heavy and then you realize she has a mustache. Conference calls. The bane of humanity. At least for this month.

9. Attention!

10. Garden State and Akira are great movies. Until you decide to watch them back to back.  And then it all goes to heck because you’re muddled with visions that cross two people kissing with mass amputations,  tumours and implosions.

11. Train rides are  unboring when they include you being privy to a conversation revolving around break ups, fetishes, vengeance and drama.

12.  XKCD

13. Pranks, Sundance and Old friends.

14.  Parents and Facebook.

15.  New Year’s Eve-ish thoughts. Yes Chetan, i missed out Lonvala. My bad totally. Very rare are nights made so epic with just half a litre of whisky and enough conversation to light up the entire continent of Africa. Believe.

16.  The Mater’s birfday!

17.  ”In the real world things are very different. You just need to look around you. Nobody wants to die that way. People die of disease and accident. Death comes suddenly and there is no notion of good or bad. It leaves, not a dramatic feeling but great emptiness. When you lose someone you loved very much you feel this big empty space and think, ‘If I had known this was coming I would have done things differently.”

18. No that post wasn’t for you, you or you.

Now Listening To:  The Killers – Exitlude

Acid Test

25 May

It takes a week full of drama to realize that you’re bulletproof.

Now Listening To: Linkin Park – Bleed It Out

Life? In Photos.

14 May

Why So Serious?

 

Morning

 

 

Solace

Solace

 

 

 

4 Beers Down? Wishful Thinking.

4 Beers Down? Wishful Thinking.

 

 

 

Early Morning Newspaper

Early Morning Newspaper

 

 

 

Clarity

Clarity

 

 

 

Something i ask myself everytime i wake up.

Something i ask myself everytime i wake up.

 

 

 

Hullo? IT? Yes i tried turning it on and off again.

Hullo? IT? Yes i tried turning it on and off again.

 

 

 

First time theyve seen a camera.

First time they've seen a camera.

 

 

 

Work

Work

 

 

 

 

Queen of the House.

Queen of the House.

 

 

 

And you are?

And you are?

 

Magic Mushroom

Magic Mushroom

 

Now Listening To:  Tool – Lateralus

Beer Ends the World

20 Apr

 

Rorschach’s Rishis’s Journal Blog  April 19th 1985 2009

Vodka haze. Had a mega-mug of it last night. Doused with lemonade. The effects of the marathon Team Fortress 2 and Dawn of War 2 sessions played on my brain like a zillion Seinfeld jokes being told at once. Fun. Too much of it to process. 

Phone rings. Once. Twice. Thrice. Aunt walks in. Wakes me up from my semi-slumber. It was V-Man. Croaky and still slumbering i took his call for it only meant one thing. A day filled with moments like:

“This is an authentic Chinese restaurant?”

“No. Why?”

“They have Chinese people outside (at the reservation desk)”

“If she says you remind her of your father, tell her, “come to daddy!” “ (with pelvic thrust et al ).

Yes. There was beer. Two pitchers of it. Two more than V-Man could handle. So much so that by the time we raided Baskin Robbins and KR Rustoms for ice cream he was giggling like a school girl on her first date.  Did i mention he was tapping on any possible surface he could find, trying to give Dave Grohl a run for his money?  And it was only going to get worse.


“Why is it so quiet?”

“Nothing man, just wanna make sure we cross the road without getting run over.”

“Ok.”

5 seconds later.

“So what gay song should i sing now?”

“……..”

” * Starts singing BSB’s As long as You Love Me* “

“Dudewhatthefuck?!”

Singing BSB songs in broad daylight. This menace had to be stopped. And it was. In epic Rorschach Rishi style.

“Dude why so quiet.”

“We got thrown out of Marine Plaza. You were groping a waitress.”

“Fuck off.”

“No seriously.”

“What the hell?! But I remember I hugged Abhay on the way out.”

“That’s all you remember.”

A phone call later reconfirmed what he had allegedly done.  Propositioning the invisible waitress for a lapdance, making lewd comments and asking for some form of gratification whose graphic nature, if disclosed would put this blog on par with a full fledged porn site.

Anyway the purpose was served, he was left scarred, confused and believed it all. Till i decided to tell him the truth. Then  he was livid, furious and seven shades of angry. More importantly, sober.

If reading this now, whether i am alive or dead, you will know truth. Whatever precise nature of this conspiracy, two pitchers of KingFisher draught beer are responsible. Have done best to make this legible. Believe it paints disturbing picture. Namely that of the villainy i’m capable of.

Now Listening To: Limp Bizkit – Boiler


Update. Or something.

5 May

Update or something.

Blogs don’t get updated for the lack of “anything happening”. They’re not updated because there’s too much happening. Too much too soon. To the point where your brains are wracked from an overdose of “i gotta blog this” and all the information you’re trying to store at once. And all you end up doing is posting a shallow, pathetic, seemingly intellectual and apparently introspective scraps that you’d called words.

Nevertheless here at the Freestyle Dojo, we deal with the impossible. Or lack of it rather. Here’s the update proving my theory right, at least partly (if the first two dates are to be believed):

May 1 around 12 AM -

So our wannabe hero finds himself at a bar with a heady mix of friends. On his left ,two of them were throwing themselves at each other, as if they were the last two people on Earth. While on his right, the other two were trying to make polite, seemingly intellectual conversation (or at least as much as he could tell over the din of the speakers dishing out November Rain right behind him.

The crux of this segment however, was sitting next to him. And she was 2 Long Island Ice Teas down. Not exactly the most alcohol tolerant person around, she ordered her third, which was hidden by the female half of the desperate duo sitting to his right.

Being sozzled on two Long Island Ice Teas and desperately wanting a third, she assumed the male half of the touchy-feely couple had her drink. She snatched his cellphone and his mug of beer. After what seemed to be a one-sided exchange of words (read:the male desperado taunting her to baptize his phone in beer) she did what was totally expected. Leaving Mr. Man totally devastated and perhaps, sober.

However this was the only interesting bit of fun that night. Which was followed by our hero tortured by the usual bits of debauchery and later asked by the female desperado why he wasn’t being “lectury”.

The point is, he doesn’t care. But that’s a story for another time.

May 2, around 9 PM onwards-

See Mr. Photographer. See Mr. Photographer drunk. See Mr. Photographer drunk hitting on his women friends, making them uneasy. See Mr. Photographer trying to cover up for the fact that he asked your ex-girlfriend out(who you just broke up with one week ago).

Wish you actually kicked his balls when you had the chance. The problem with alcoholics is that they think they’re God and we’re atheists. You can never make sense to them. Even when they’re sober.

Now if this was one person alone having this notion, he’d be deemed sick and twisted. Luckily he’s joined by a bunch of other people who think the same. Whether we manage to knock sense into Mr. Photographer remains to be seen. Else i might just hire a bunch of eunuch to knock him up. In all senses of the word. Damn alcoholics.

Also, alcoholics don’t wash their hands when they’re done with the loo.

May 3 and 4-

Seinfeld- Team Fortress 2 -Seinfeld. Rinse wash and repeat when necessary. Yeah that more or less sums up the weekend. A welcome break from a week that was gay enough to make Elton John seem straight.

update or something2.

Now Listening To: Halo – Insurrection (OC ReMix)