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Available (for a price! ofcourse) awesome cup of chai at The Cha Bar. CP, New Delhi.

Any kind of chai, ranging from Masala chai, Kashmiri kada, Adrak chai, Elachi chai and some more. Great treat!

A picture can say a thousand things. This one i took early morning going to to my office. Ex office (sounds good).

I was sitting comfortably in my car, enjoying the early morning AC, looking at the other cars without AC and smirking away, at the unfortunate souls, who had to bare the searing Delhi heat. A typical snob mentality that i have been born with !(pathetic I KNOW!)

So anyway while i am enjoying the view, here comes this guy on a scooter with his very uncomfortable son, in the back seat. And you say why uncomfortable? Well for the simple reason there is a huge (!!!) TV seperating the two.

Now we are talking a scooter, a two wheeler, a vehicle for two, made for transporting two people and not for a full size TV!

It is capable of seating two people but that is about it. But as Indians we can really come up with multiple uses of things. So a two wheeler becomes not only a transport for two but also a great TV transport!!

Talk about going green !! You are not only saving the extra fuel that will add on to your carbon print, but you are also saving up on plastic by not using the packaging.

The developed countries really need to learn from this! This is going green really at its core. Forget the fancy - Dont use botteled water and dont use air travel often, use car pool, recycle your tea bags, printing paper, use Blackel and not Google and others.

I am in awe of this father son duo! They are at the forefront of Going Green Revolution and i salute their spirits!  

I am sure the only saving grace for the boy is all the cartoons that he can watch.

God bless INDIA!

PS - I hope the journey was short (by the look of the son, doesnt look like he is enjoying it)

Sweetguy(Over Aol): see, i can’t tell u that i was not aware that i was looking at u…but sometimes ur eyes r like a magnet for me…coz i guess it wud make u feel uncomfortable

So i jogged, went something like jog (30 seconds), catch breath (2 minutes), jog (35 seconds), catch breath (2 minutes), jog catch breath, catch breath.

It wasnt the nicest thing, i felt like an elephant, trying to do balle with silk ribbons on my toes, trying to do the impossible. And worse is people can jog so freely! So many morning joggers ! Joging away like its the simpleset thing in the world.

And there is me huffing, puffing, chugging, like an old train.

Well the good thing about the marathon is (ya there is a good thing ! imagine that ! ) that my dear friend Dorin has agreed to keep me company and chugg along with me.

The sweetheart that he is, any little time that he gets from his busy life he finds time to jog, i am proud of him.

The only thing that is bothering me is my massive massive breathing! I am grasping for air like a fish out of water. It amazes me how out of shape i am.

Anyway i have an evening jog to go to.

I am going to record this for the simple reason that i tend to give up easily. And not just easily but very easily, one of my very bad habits (ya there are more :D).

The Delhi half marathon is a one day event organised by Hutch, going to take place on the 28th of October, it requires jogging/ running for about 22 kilometers on the roads of Delhi. Last year about 25,000 people participated, with a prize money of USD 150,000 up for grabs and top athletes participating, it is a a serious event. Not for the weak hearted.

So to start with, I checked up as to how much is 22 kilometers?

Well when you sit in an AC car, listen to some FM and dodge a bit of traffic, traveling at about a 60-70 kilometers per hour in your Honda Accord, then it takes about an hour plus minus 10-15 minutes depending on the traffic.

With that logic, minus the car, ten times the heat, no FM and my slob speed, jogging for 22 kilometers is going to be a herculean task.

Will probably take about 5-6 hours, if i don’t collapse after running for about 20 minutes.

Okay lets analyze really how bad is this:-
1. I am a true blue slob machine, okay let me be honest here a pampered slob machine.
If there is a place to go to which might require 15 minutes of brisk walking and 20 minutes of driving in the comforts of your car, then i shall pick the latter no hiccups at all!

2. Also i dont jog i brisk walk ! Like most Indians.

So here i am out of shape, cant jog, slob fat ass, trying to run the marathon which is on the 28th of October 2007, 30 plus days to go.

Will i make it ? Damn. My legs are already hurting in anticipation.

Lets picture it … … … … … 28th October 2007, the Delhi sun shining gloriously … … … …

People running, some dropping on the roads out of sheer exhaustion, some still running … … … and me running (not the Baywatch kinds!)… in my pink shorts and black tee

My muscles crying out for rest. Each cell in my body thirsting for me to stop, but here i am a true heroine, running. The sun harsh and unforgiving shining away in all its glory and me running, (picture me in slow motion) huffing and puffing, but not giving up, a relentless march to victory.

A flip of my pony tail and i wave to the crowd that is waiting in the sidelines, urging me on, crying out my name followed by chants of Go! Go! Go! Go!

And me neck to neck with this dude who is last years winner, he is sweating, he looks at me sideways and sees my determined face and he knows he can’t beat that. He has given up.

Zipping past the man i race up to that ribbon and wohooooo victory !!!!

Oh Well …

Recalling my childhood days i would say the most treasured ones were when my maa used to take her afternoon nap.

After preparing breakfast, lunch and serving these in quick succession of each other… tending to the dhobiwala (the guy who used to iron and wash clothes), kamwali (the lady who used to do the utensils washing) and i am sure few other people would pop in and out of our small little middle class home, in a choc a block colony in central delhi

She used to plop on the bed, exhausted, trying to get few winks before she started the cooking of dinner ritual, which would last for a good two hours where like the perfect wife and daughter in law that she was, she would cook dinner for a family of seven (my two bua’s, chacha, daadi, dad, me and my sister).

Her few winks used to last about thirty minutes or so, cause her two pampered daughters would plop right beside her and make those farting noises on her tummy.

I remember me and my elder sister used to drive her crazy with our favourite past time - lets make farty noises on mommas tummy. We used to start with which side is my side of the tummy, first divide our territories and then play.

So my moms sweet flat tummy used to be divided in half and there was me and my sister making fart noises from our mouths ofcourse on her tumm. And then we used to laugh like its the funniest thing in the world.

Our competition used to range between who has the longest fart, to who has the loudest fart, to who has the most disgusting fart and some more.

While my sweet, hardworking mother tried to get her much needed nap, her bratty kids made sure she didnt. We gleefully played with her tummy.

I dont know what we would have done if she didnt wear a saree. We would have missed out on our favourite pass time in the slutry delhi summer.

We would have missed out on those 10-15 minutes of sheer pleasure, no pretense playing, giggling uncontrollably and annoying our mother beyond measure!

Once in a while when she used to be absolutely out, she used to tell us to shut up and stop bothering her. In her own gentle way and like the typical brats that we were, we used to go on and on, untill it got too much for her and she used smack us right on the head and go to sleep on her tummy.

I miss it. I miss the saree, the smell, the giggles and the delhi summer and mostly i miss her, my maa.

I keep telling myself if he wants to talk then he will call. What about all the times when i want to talk?

To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

You are not worth my time, energy and craziness.

Is there more to it? Cause I am seriously bored now ~

You are irritating the hell out of me.

I don’t like alcohol; I am more of a butterscotch-shake person.

It’s either my point of view or just another bad idea that will die into oblivion.

Yaaaa, I have changed … …  gained about thirty kilos

Why is the driver taking thirty years to come?

All men are bastards and the ones that are not are just horny bastards.

Love is just a momentarily lapse of reasoning. (Have i read that somewhere??)

Tez chalao bhai. (Drive fast brother)

What fucking nonsense are you talking about?

Everything is fucking nonsensical.

Is it me or the whole world? Cant be me, cause I know iam awesome.

Take me as I am, that includes the 30 kg overweight that I carry with me all the time.

Is life going to pass me by? Damn it already is

Save me lord, from this boredom, fatness and sheer lack of excitement.

I came across this idea while watching an episode of Scrubs on Star TV. This is the episode about JD and the Tasty coma wife TCW.

In this episode JD starts to date a woman (TCW) whose husband is in coma for the past two years, when the episode is nearing the end JD goes on to say something on the lines of we are not made to be single and all the rest of you (You being all his pals) are very lucky to have found your special someone and blah blah… and I was like hell yes, we are not!

And as I thought about it more and more it struck me that, truly we were not supposed to be single.  
I believe that we are made to share.

Our existence is about sharing, about learning as we share, about teaching as we share and about doing something new as we share.
And for us to share it is essential to have another entity to share it with. You are free to choose that entity as you please. Can be the same gender entity or not.

But again I am not referring here about the platonic relationships that we share with other people. I mean the non-platonic kinds as it is very important to have that level of intimacy. It’s when you have that level of intimacy then only you open up at the level which is desired to start sharing and not just sharing but really sharing!

And what do we share? We share feelings, day to day happenings, we share the once in a while feeling that we get or we share our bits of secrets that we hold so close to ourselves, we share those magic moments that take our breath away and we share the things that cause us to completely change our way of thinking.

Looking at it from the spiritual aspect - Do we share bodies? Do we share more than feelings? Can’t be as inane as just sharing feelings, has to be a lot deeper that that!

And if this sharing is coupled with an equal amount of sharing from the other side, we have a learning process. Now you might ask why do we need a learning process? Again I truly believe ( I am using that phrase too much ! ) well I do !, (damn i hope i am not sounding like the girl from South Carolina :D)

So here goes … that there is a level that we need to reach, a kind of a benchmark that has been laid down for us, as mankind. Not as individuals but as humanity as a whole. Not communities, not races, or genders or age groups, it’s a level that we need to reach as everyone.

Each and every soul in the world. Might sound a little far fetched, but until and unless we reach that level our development as people, as a race, hinges on being a disaster. To succeed as a race, as humankind we need to reach that benchmark.

And I am not sure if this level will be reached by everyone or when, cause it can be just a handful of us left in this world who are then able to achieve this. But the fact remains that there is a certain kind of level that has to be achieved I don’t mean that this level is going to be a neutral phase where everyone thinks alike, does alike and is basically one (in all terms of thinking, doing, etc)

This stage that we are to reach is going to be thriving with different ideas, different ways of doing, different thoughts, processes, religions, gods but the thing that shall bind everyone here is going to be that underlying basic mechanism that will be critical for our development.   And what exactly is going to be that common thread? (More on this later)