unclehood

not too long ago.. when the sole purpose of one's life was to extract 'treats' from hapless groupies.. when the numbers on mobile phone keypads were long gone from non-stop messaging.. when one gave paid-for college bus transport a miss for the more 'colorful' local trains....

...anyone who had a wife was an uncle.

uncles were those boring humans; they never rode beyond 40KMPH, they talked all day about politics and budgets, they ate nothing other than 'meals' and coffee, and they tried hard (unsuccessfully) to act hip and funny around you when your gang would make it painfully evident that they were cramping your style. nobody wanted to be seen in public around uncles. nobody.

so why the sudden fascination for uncles?

poochi gets married tomorrow, marking his foray into unclehood, and becoming my first male pal to do so. 2 more make that list in the next one month, and before you know it, BANG! you're suddenly gonna be hanging out with uncles, when they aren't busy doing groceries that is. the thought is scary.

until you realize not long from now, you're gonna become one yourself.

i'm back!

today, i've decided i'm gonna post here more regularly; basically because, even despite my own standards, i've become exceedingly lazy. perhaps declaring here to the world that i'm gonna get something done today or this week might actually make me do it!

and perhaps not, but i've decided its worth a try. so here goes the first declaration (as already stated); i'm gonna post here more regularly!

lost and unfound..

she hopped into my life armed with a cute little smile.. and went on to tighten a few nuts here.. and loosen a few bolts there.. smiling all the time.. till i no longer knew who i was anymore....

of blocks and blogs..

one lazy mumbai afternoon, not too long ago, a bored young banker who'd turned up industriously at work on a sleepy saturday only to realize he had nothing to do, decided, amidst much brooding, nail-biting and fiddling with his winamp playlist, that it was fashionable to get oneself a blog. several playlists, wallpapers and coffee-mugs later, he had one made.. and spun around in his chair contentedly.. until he realized he had nothing to write on it. he tried staring at the dozen animated terminals spread in a row beside him. nothing. and then in a stroke of genius.. he realized he was expericiencing his very first proverbial writer's block. it made him feel rather dignified.. after all, you need to be a writer to experience a WB, dont you? and thus he sat contentedly, soaking in the moment.. for several moments.. and maybe someday, he'll get back to you..