Retrospection of a Weekend.....

If some of you had this sudden enlightment of being more pro-active than it appears in your more distant dreams and had actually shown the extraordinary tenacity to go through my previous post you may actually get a picture of my idea ofa weekend.........so here was a day........sleep......infact a lot of sleep induced more out of compulsion and invasive grandeur upon the medula oblongata by a horrendously awful but flashy liquor that somehow bore the name of 'd-luxe whiskey'....infact for all my friends dedicating their meagre a life for the noble cause of saving drinking water thereby indulging into the more hazardously expensive sojourn of aquaintance with molasses and barley,have you ever come across anything that told you....as it had...."drink responsively"......and actually gave the four lined detailed chronologe of the 'nutritious value' associated with it??......well all I can do is appreciate yet again the rather old a saying of..."there is always a first time".........so we wake up the next day......all with the slosh and turbulence of a yatch in a whirpool and somehow came upon the consensus of visiting what is called the Golconda Fort.........a perfect way to pass a stark sunny afternoon in a dusty city!!.......so we went as usual in a vehicle called an 'Auto' that has seen its hey days even before my birth, following a path that reminded that the earth was indeed a collection of rocks pebbles and red shingles....so much for urbanization.......and we stood before the vast expanse of blazing sun unruly shrubs and old rocks......and stairs........however good the finesse of our bygone archietects might have been.....they certainly did not have the foresight to see that some hundred years later three chaps with lungs full of years of cheap cigerrete smoke would come to pay a visit......so deep raspy breaths and a sandpaper throat saw us lumbering with apparent confusion among the worn-out archways and porticos of the fort that certainly did not use to care about the comfort of its inhabitants......and it never fails to trigger a long train of thoughts about the insight of so called 'lovers' and their circumstantial affinity for the ruins......and so we trotted among crumbling black rocks.....dotted by black Romeos and even blacker Juliets...and it was just our luck that it started raining....and as usual a meagre attempt to seek refuge among the leaky sheltersdid little to keep us dry.....and so we were back......not more impressed than before we left couple of hours ago untill we finally settled down upon thee more engaging habit of a movie and a quiet smoke when there was the news of two bomb blasts in the centre of the city and a blaring T.V showed people going beserk in a mad rat-race to stayalive.......I mean it felt despiringly ludicrous that death can actually settle down upon you the next minute just after you buy an ice-cream and gather yourself for a decent show......you work hard to save extra cash to dish out a pleasant trip to the seas the next season and then you are hit by something that you never know......you rip open the wrapper that your sweetheart had presented on your twenty-fifth birthday and half of your face blows.....its indeed a miracle to stay alive..........So this was our weekend which was supposed to give us the life-blood for yet another grinding weekend ahead of us...and scores of phone-calls saw yet another soul reconcilling to the blinding flow of the city and dribble out the confusingly dear 'life' ..........

Well.......out of the few minuscle details I am able to catch up from things around me the only thing that incurres the notice of mine is people's views on the weekend.........if only you knew how a green and blue oasis appears to the eye of a distant traveller among the sparse of the desert, you would certainly entertain this rather punitive litany of mine..........so weekends.........why do they come only once in a week??why every day cannot be a lazy weekend when I finally wake up as I used to do when I was young....ie a few months ago.......a weekend.........I want the sun pouring down on me from the finite lacunae of the drapes.....and I want to turn around in disdain at the provocative audacity of the sun..........I don't want to fit in an ostentively savvy attrire that somehow yeilds the definition of a 'power formal' from the more established population of the society..........I don't want to have yet another 'light' lunch as a vain attempt of being awake just for the sake of it as slides after slides of technical details pass by me with gruelling sluggishness..............and I don't want soggy smelling socks at the end of the day sticking to my feet with tenacity more than a leech on a wound.........well indeed thats rather a long list of self-retrospection.......the sort that you cannot avoid after yet another week of tests and more tests and slides and silly juvenile jokes from the pretty girl couple of chairs from me and seemingly 'intelligent' questions from guys around me and a horrendously monstrous quantity of snippets of code.........and ofcourse my ordeals of keeping the eyelids apart............well..........lets not get too political but today I really felt that the weather in this nation is politically the same......as they come with the same ludicrity everywhere....be it in the idling monotone of Kolkata or the 'techy' expanse of Hyderabad...........and contrary to the religious beliefs of several intelligensia that always manage to be in the lime light for reasons beyond the grey matter of mine..........leave the same mark on the city and definitely on its people and on guys like me loosly dangling in the transition of two...........so how do you define a day when I had an exam which I cheated and passed.........a preparatory project that required a convincing act on commitment to avoid un-necessary prodding.......and few hours of senseless rain and a faded jeans in knee depth of murky water.........that reminded.....not with small sweet distant disdain of my home.......and so when its really there...the weekend I mean ........all I can think of is a long sleep without clamouring alarms or nightly sessions of absurd technical mugging...........

Okay....lets get over the oddity of being humble and content with whatever life seems
to provide me....a chiken grilled club decker sandwitch every alternative night worth forty five bucks just to avoid the labor of going out for dinner only minutes after I come 'home' from 'office' ......a clamouring cell phonealarm that always seem to get activated only minutes after I set it........the highways that never seem to run out of gaudy cars and plush vehicles on which I never seem to embark........and one 'identity' tag for an office I have only gone twice........and an 'under construction' building that houses seventeen of such souls as me for....what......training.........If only the parents new what goes in my mind whenever I see their kids scrambling across the dusty streets inapparent frolic that only pimply pre-pubescent chaps can have.........I wish I could pick up the jack hammer from the nearby site and crush their head like an egg.........okay maybe I will never do that....but then how can they be so much more carefree than I am when I am the one who is actually earning......its unfair almost to the point of spiritual partiality from the Boss above......!!!!!!Well maybe many of you will actuallybe puking over this demented philosophy of mine.......but then one blue swivel chair in an air-conditioned room havingan outrageously workaholic 'trainer' pronouncing 'm' as 'yem' and weeks of 'cuck-koo-clock' life on tonnes of junk food can actually overcome the sense of philanthropy that somehow proclaims to be luxury of the affluents..........no this is not even an excuse......just another explanation........so yet again I get down from an cluttered up 'Auto' and go inside the 'fast food ' joint and order a chiken grilled club decker sandwitch and take some chips...a bottle of soft drinks maybe and lots and lots of cigerettes(whatever happened to my oath of quitting it)and return wondering what grass is it that is actually greener on the other side.......

Hearts n Crosses....

Okay......lets say I am slowly mingling among the murky waters ......and whats more.......like any other follower of the wonderful trait...i.e. adaptability....that Darwin had so assiduously predicted such a long time ago...... wether that came more out of frustration of having forced to go with the tide just like me or just a wise man's whim I honestly cannot think.....as it is I am thinking of quitting the very habit of thinking......but yes....notwithstanding the rather unconventional tradition of the traffic departmentof this city to switch on the red as well as the green light......and the uncanny custom of the commuters to play NFS throughout the day.....we decided its time to enjoy the only enjoyble weekend that we had.......so there was the debit card being swiped with no less pang in the heart....there was this odour of deo emanating from six chaps desperate for a breather.....and there was booze....and more booze....and expensive booze........but then it never fails to amaze me that how people use to come up with seemingly comforting explanations everytime the conscience or whatever is left of it validates the ludicrity of being the prodigal son.........and so we went to the 'Bottles and Chimneys'........the rather flashy pub at the centre of the city....and we went to the Paradise....undoubtedly the best Biriyani joint in the whole country......and this was only Saturday..........

Well.....perhaps some of you have realized that the heart of a city lies not in its riches but in its ruins......so it was Sunday and a moist rainy morning saw us in front of the Charminar where the expanse of the city broke in a mad pandemonium of life....and I felt so alone among the multitude of humanity all geared up with their family paying a visit to this monument overlooking the streches of dinghy and not do dinghy hamlets of eatables...fake ornaments and scores of such stupid wares that somehow tantalizes the everflowing thoroughfare of the city..........but then if the heart of the city lies in its ruins.....the soul of Hyderabad definitly lies in its Kababs....and once again we were the cruel Neanderthals savouring the layers of meat with ecstacy matching only with the first orgasm..........but then thanks to the omnipresent sophistry of so called 'urbanization' we were once again back among the fashionable expanse of the Prasad's...the Hussain Sagar Lake....and the Central where droopy eyed businessmen plucked their beared plotting their next move to rip our pockets..........and teens from far-offland had gathered for an 'International Youth Meet'(as if life is short of things to do) and few chaps devouring the nubile bodies of pretty ladies but never actually managing to make the move except few meek attempts ofconversation like "how long have you been in India?" or "How are you liking this place?" or "How long does ittake to travel from your country to India?"..........So this was our first enjoyable weekend of our employed life........and now that only one day has passed....the world is already heavy on our shoulders and it seems that we had a rather good time indeed when we used to be young......