Strange Ramblings

If you have passion for Movies & Music or let me correct myself if they are food for your soul.. This is the place you should breathe in. -- Saransh Goila, the Karta-Dharta, La Fearless Cinema' There are only a few things worth writing about in this world. So here goes.. Nestling in the modest Jhulelal Apartments, in the so-called less glamorous, less happening part of Delhi (yep, North West Delhi has been cursed many-a times), lies this place, which has been steadily growing in the list of my To-Go places. And the only reason i say 'steadily growing' is 'cuz its still just sinking in. Every nook, every inch. Brick by Brick. First Reactions? Whoaa. Bliss. Confusion.  Whoaa. Vibrancy of the whole package. It just hits you at that first step. Bliss. The Sound. The Seats. And the god-damn 'Avatar'. Confusion. Did he really got it done. Who fuckin' did the interiors for this place? (SG, there's always ID if you just get bored with all the cooking,...

OFFICE PARTIES ARE SO OVER-RATED. Oh wait, they are not. The one which I went to yesterday, couldn't have been lamer. Everything that I have seen about them in movies or read in books is true. A rocking party is like a 4 wheeler, you get stuck even if one of the wheels is missing. Hot Babes should be invited. Booze. Good Food. Great Music. Shockingly, organizers managed to goof up on all the 4 fronts. You don't find too many chicks on a construction site, so they should have fuckin' invited people from the head office. Or atleast provided us with booze so as to make us not fret too much about how thy party sucked. "You don't eat meat? How the hell do you get the proteins into your system?"  WTF(*^#@)(*$^$)@_!@%! Come On you asshole, lot of people are vegans and they fuckin' will go on to live longer that you. And btw, even the salads were confusing. And please someone shoot that guy who selected the music. Seems like Arabic Music has only one scale on ...

Dear Blog, One thing you don't want on a 31st is for your day to start with work. And o'course I ain't that lucky. But at-least I got a 'half day' (will someone inform the management that if you reduce 2 working hours from 10, it does not become 'half day'). O'course the thumb rule in such cases says " you take what you get, and be happy  or else you will end up either very miserable or getting fired", neither of which interests me much. The Idea There is a thin line between "A Plan" and "An Idea". I had neither. I only knew this for a fact that no way I will spend this night in my camp. In came Mr. Tejaswi, with some ' amoeba like shit' in his head, to my aid. I will still refrain from calling it a plan, since you cannot be sure of things here in Qatar on days of holiday (family day and stuff like that), although no once can stop you if you are really stubborn and a little innovative. As for The Idea, it had a...