silent ramblings of obscurantism

Being a professional coming out of a reputed MBA college, you are always taught the imperative of effective communication. It should be structured, contextual and to-the-point. This essentiality gets further ingrained when the artist in us dishes out Powerpoint masterpieces for a living. Writing for me, was always a juxtaposition of those consulting presentations. Adhering to my school of writing was about using impenetrable vocabulary, nuances of complex sentence structuring sprinkled with flabbergasting adjectives, astonishing alliterations, mind-boggling analogies and witty metaphors. It should hold the reader in awe, what value or connect it imparts to him/her should be an afterthought. Its your canvas, give them the modern art that they neither need nor deserve, but collectively agree on its (inflated) worth. Reflecting back, it surely does seem like an exasperating farrago. Closely following the rising Indian standup comedy scene, this stand of mine has definitely taken a sittin...

Creativity is a cruel mistress.For the insufficient romantics like me who will stay put forever for her to take you in the zone,she sure is a extravagant affair,a one-night stand.It takes aplenty for me to knock off the blocks and get the words speaking.This might not necessarily be one of those moments but it was surely some time coming. It is the end of one long trimester at a B-school.    Engineers by the heart but not by the soul tend to be black boxes.Such farji engineers,like me ,unaware of the rules of hell or for that matter anywhere,land here only to be stormed away even by what would be a routine day here.Parting with more than one true loves of your life,one that is sleep,the mourning period after that breakup,drowned with incessant mandatory meetings, unmissable lectures, unthinkable to miss assignments, religious group tasks and unmistakably accurate deadlines,was definitely blasphemy.Pull your ass up and get it moving.The globe is round, you will slip on the c...

This thingy is coming out of my closet coz i have just started learning drums. I bet ya..a Dave Lombardo in the making!! Writing for me has undergone about-face in the past few weeks.From the times i used to envisage for long few days to gather steam and purpose to finally pen it down to now where i would just unclutter my lappy to jot down a loosely whipped piece.Thank heavens it's not going that hellacious which i dreaded of. I might as well be attempting hard from now on to stave off those fatuating digressions i get enslaved by.So, we head straight off to the real deal here,being a metal head i am,my blog ought to shed light on a fan(atic's) favs. More importantly to note,i am not a music purist coz i more so enjoy a 'not so high on quality' video rather than a xxx hz audio. Stats and lists always fascinate me for the fact stats are objective whereas lists are subjective.I present a best 20 list where the rank only helps count,no more,i tell ya!!...

"Your time is up,my time is now, you can't see me,my time is now" These Cena entrance theme song always made me sick to the bone.John cena ,i believed had always been that sort of a guy who could be labelled with a 'made in china' tag,which automatically bewares you with no guarantee.Surely,Cena can tear off a muscle anytime,so can Shane Bond .Though Japan and Korea did try to float their goods in Indian market,but they were resoundingly thumped by the Chinese goods because Japan and Korea unfortunately couldn't come up more short in terms of quality. As i always reflect upon my inabilty(or lack of) to move to more technically active geeky ways,here i digress and make a layman's report on the two most dynamic economies of the world. Though my memory has a history of serving me wrong,but i might state that very recently we had a 'year of the dragon'.Chinese economy has got heads turning in recent couple of decades in growing out at overwhelming gro...

Statutory comment :The following piece has been framed bearing no grudge,ill-will or malice towards any section of society.No offence guaranteed!! If i start bumbling and mumbling and groaning and moaning here about the stigma regionalism can be and has been ,then it would be a spit-in-the-face kind of insult to the word regionalism and the politics surrounding around.I have always been that insipid character who would take no zeal or lend a ear to what Shiv Sena resorted to ,what controvery-inspiring comments some ABC celeb made ,what transpired during the ongoing struggle for Telangana and the likes.In space-saving terms,politics and such have never caught me awares.I have no say or an opinion on such linguistics,political,regional and boundary matters and i just choose to let them sky over.The only reason being is my complacency that has set in Bcause i have always been light years away from such ideologies.I always presumed that these issues deal with a mass of idealists ,not a ...

COMMENT:- You can skim over this one as this no-brainer was puked only for certain something that certainly doesn't promote or encourage quality thinking!! There was that time when an unheralded attempt, an untested concept took the viewership of a young channel named Star Plus to the horizons.Yup,that reality game show, Kaun Banega Crorepati ,the young child of 'Who wants to be a millionaire' changed drastically the way we took to the idiot box.The new kid on the block, REALITY SHOWS ,stemmed from the gargantuous success of KBC,took wings as it spread across music,game shows,stand-up-comedy shows to some really absurd concepts of getting married 'inky-pinky-ponky-po' way.Indian Idol received mega fame and it was then that reality music shows were hailed as actual platforms to find out phenomenol talents from the masses.And then the flood came.We were served with a plethora of shows,unlimited hosts,even more judges,and an array of contestants.Seems like the entire...

Pouring myself open infront of anyone was never easy for an introvert like me.With the complex i harbored, i had to think,infact worry about what impression my actions would create on the mates around. This prevented me from presenting my true self to the social mirror,due to which i am misunderstood more often than understood.There is a mom who turns out to be the solace always where i can just be me,with whom i can discuss my life and times,joys and disparities,successes and failures with a serenity that care and warmth and intimacy will come my way for sure.But she is away now,230 kms. to be precise. One always need some space to vent his inside emotions ,i just can't stand still overwhelmed and flooded with them .Whenever those emotions fill to the brim, i normally boil up,leading to a destructive event or a happening for which i have to regret later.For some time,i thought that social blogging was the platform where i could display myself,only in that fashion which expose...