Dear Salary

You.
You work.
You make reports.
You analyse your data.
You make fancy slideshows.
Process numbers in spreadsheets.
Make photocopies & file them for record.
Plans, schedules, meetings, emails, fax, xerox.
Explain your boss why this month was not so good.
Prepare for appraisals hoping for that 15% rise in the salary.
Do you see how your monthly salary dominates 5/7th of your life?
What of the promise that you made to your five year old self?
What do you look forward to when you leave home?
Why are you just a copy of a copy of a copy?
What makes you work the way you do?
Where are your big fat dreams?
Where is all your passion?
Where is the romance?
Where's the fun?
Where?
Huh?

Dedicated to everyone still figuring what to do with their lives while they sit in their offices on a Saturday afternoon.

Copy/Paste: We are an underground.

Soft rock, hard rock, pop rock, metal, thrash, death, grind-core, nu-metal, black metal, melodic death metal... we've got it all in this over-populated under-rocked country of ours. And yet all we see on TV, hear on radio, see at the BIG concerts is bhangra, indi-pop, remixes and film music. "Could you give us this stuff in Hindi ... and may be add some Indian influences??" is something that any rock band who has made the futile trip to their local record label would have heard. Screw that shit ... we are as Indian as anyone else, and we don't need tablas and Hindi lyrics to prove that. We... the rock and metal fans in this country owe it to ourselves to put ourselves on the map. We are the underground.


So what? This is what we're about. Composing songs, practicing till our neighbours call the cops, skipping work to play shows, putting our hard earned money to buy gear and then putting out records so that people like you can rock your asses off. SPREAD THE FUCKIN WORD. Buy some more copies of this CD, burn yourself still more, make tape copies, rip this fuckin thing to your computer and pass it on. And no, not just to your rocker buddies. Give it to your insurance agent, your aunt in Sri Lanka, your pen-pal in Bangladesh, your adopted cow in Bihar ... or better still, that label executive from Boston, who's half brother of the Dutchman your cousin married last year in Dubai. OK.

Bookstore Chronology: Your Love Life

With Facebook for family, LinkedIn for colleagues, Google+ for friends & Twitter for strangers, we now have a social network for everyone.

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It's Not Me, It's You

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Would love to credit the original writer. Don't know the source though.

Bombay and Mumbai: A Tale of Two Cities

Bombay promises, dreams come true;
Mumbai claims its first right to dream.

Bombay makes room for thousands who come in each day;
Mumbai asks them where they've come from.

Bombay is into businesses;
Mumbai never lets anyone mind their own.

Bombay makes movies;
Mumbai makes movies call Bombay, Mumbai.

Bombay is full of colour;
Mumbai is saffron.

Bombay never sleeps;
Mumbai gives you sleepless nights.

Barcelona

Q. What is the opposite of Barcelona?
A. Andar se lo na!

Airtel and Vodafone: #sameguy?

eh?

Assorted tweets

So, 6 posts in 2010 so far against 84 in the whole of '10... Somehow, blogging has taken a backseat. For now, at least. Might as well share what I twate over the last few days:

Corollary: Pedophiles love nursery rhymes. RT @69fubar: Every girl is a poem.

I don't get South Indian slang well... Does 'Kal Madi' mean 'do it tomorrow'?

We men made a huge mistake by sporting bare chests all the time. If we had not, there would've been a huge premium attached to men's chests!

I pay @VodafoneIN 30 bucks a month so that my callers can hear "Is caller tune ko copy karne ke liye pehle star dabaiye phir 9 dabaiye"

Did you hear about the English professor who was against verb? He was pro-noun though! #WordSounds

Why do they call it DoubleU? Shouldn't it be DoubleV? #justsaying

Notice how much MNS sounds like 'Am An Ass'

:)