Deficit Ridden Slowly Changing Dimensions (Type 2) #2012

The same email I was reading from past almost an hour and try to decode the inherent meaning out of  it though felt infested and sleepy at the same time. I thought of checking the time because being the next day as working I need to sleep early too. The small advantage I have at my side that I know even if I manage to take 3-4 hrs sleep I'm good to go for tomorrow busy day at work. Yup..office work days are busy as hell these days and sadly December is going like Disastember for many reasons some at my control and obviously some are just beyond !

Its 20 mins past 1 when randomly I saw the lower right corner of the screen, my bluetooth enable headset is paired with my hTC and Mettalica - "Nothing Else matter"  played for the 5th time is row, by mistake I put it on loop, but seems like its the most apt song from the entire playlist has been chosen by default. Frankly speaking though not understanding the word - by - word meaning but looked like the music of this song is for eternity. Everyone who has at least a little interest in firang songs; initially started just for style; this and "Summer of '69" is the default choices. But when the sixth time it played, I paused the song and googled the lyrics; read the lyrics then read the mail again. 

I have been staring in the blank restlessly for couple of minutes now, wondering what I am supposed to write in response before hitting the send button today. I finally drafted a small response which I had been avoiding for a while now however one does succumb to the natural path of progression and that is what I did too. It made a lot to concentrate on. Not just to complaining about the happenings. Ultimately this has to be done if not now then sometime later. I am at peace after a very long time so much so that the outcomes doesn't matter to me anymore.  No matter whom I talk to, at the back of my mind all I can think of is what should be the next step. All the vivid memories flashed once again. It all keeps cluttering my mind all the time! And then there are usual expectations to excel and manage things at best of my skills. I have absolutely no time at all for me anymore to render the destinations. I know I still have a long way to go, a very long way, perhaps most of the journey down the line would be cold, fearful  though better, I guess, however you do need to climb your way up and not all can cope the breathlessness.

In the other tab of the same browser I was about to read the some other techy stuffs, felt like I just tried to make a cliché where Life has shaping up like a snowflake schema where our dimensions are now more normalized. Changes that can be tracked and the proper history has been maintained more like a Slowly Changing Dimensions - Type 2.

PS:à After the last post one of my friend asked to me change the title of the blog, because seems like it sounds more similar to big L, thought of many but zeroed on this one. I hope this make a better reflections of the my thought and makes the similar mirage.

Purple haze eyed with Smoky Kohl !

It was a boring Wednesday and it was the first time he saw her. Of course he had heard about her, a lot. But none of the reasons had to be discovered yet, thinking it always landed in a bin. He saw her approach the aisle she was seated on; Take a glance to the people around and stared at her as she got close to his couch. It was the first time he got a whiff of her and she sure felt good. He silently watched as she glanced up and down the track threw a pitiful look and silently muttered a thankful prayer remembering GOD or gods.

Even as she was in the middle of his prayer, he felt himself being lifted and put into her shopping cart. He was shocked and in short of thoughts! He wouldn't call it the best moment in his life, no, not yet, he knew its just the beginning and the dusk was still a miles away. 

She was a muffin lover, a dark and sugar coated chocolate chip muffin. Although she hated its brand name, Lotte choco, though it wasn't made to feel its Great Value. Nobody in general, the young, the old, and the middle-aged, could say no to her for the strong appealing style to carry herself or may be the persona. She knew that even the ones who bloated with pride about herself slowed down and stopped for a brief moment just to steal a quick romantic glance at her. She always enjoyed that attention. After all, she knew his life was a brief one, and a one that would end with a disgusting flush down the drain in long memory lane. 

She was a loud chatterbox with big eyes. It took her new roommates three days to figure this out. Responsible, Matured, Extrovert and totally freak outs type, an awful combination they had thought. She asked a lot of questions. Well, asking questions was considered okay, after all, she had just landed in the US of A. It was during these question-answer sessions that they decided to break the news. Little did she realize that it would be the last day she would be able to associate with it as a fond memory. They began with, “What do you think of this country, surviving hare is really tough u know. Coming hare is just a small thing. Everyday people are coming and going? And, Oh! They saw her eyes widen with glee. 

Many new things has been to be learned in the new country. She used the electric cooker to make rice everyday. The cooker lid had a steam vent, small hole through which even her little finger wouldn’t pass. Hated to its core for making forcibly to it the staple diet. One boring afternoon, she was at home, sitting at the dining table busily punching into her keyboard of macbook preparing for her weekly assignment as she saw her friend walk into the kitchen. She stared, aghast, as her friend impulsively dropped the meal, causing the other bitches to seek refuge at the nearest available flat. May the survival of the fittest has arrived…even when u like it or not..Who cares ! 

It was 3 AM in the morning and she counted every minute down to sunrise. She wanted to do everything a little away from usual today, trying to feel happy and uplift the mood. She was smiling as she entered the store to eat. Little options are only available so picked pizza for dinner with Iced Mocha. Finally looked around the house as she unlocked the door. she could not remember the last time he was this nervous. His tension could possibly melt the chocolate chips embedded in him. Just as she was about to take a bite, she heard her phone ring. She was expecting a call ..a known name flashed on the screen. She took the phone and ran outside. After a while when she hung up, feeling relaxed and thought it had gone well. She ran inside…and stared…and stared…and stared. The relief stuck her like a bolt of lightening. To be a pretty young girl; he always been her ambition. An ambition that was as strong as her LIFE.

She walked back into the kitchen and took a sip of the iced mocha. She stopped thinking as it washed down to where her soul found bliss. An abhorrence that was equivalent to……….. 

"That night, she slept peacefully, without her ear-plugs." 

PS:à…….dophar ho gaya hai aur tum abhi bhi so rahe ho…you have to go the market to bring groceries. Mom banged on the door and when I woke up from long dream. 

Elixir-ed Enjoyment in GOA !

First of all thanks to all my friends who really liked the pics and enquired me about the Goa trip and for those who-want-to-but-didn't may be bit reluctent for unknown reasons. Chalo I made the things easy by this travelogue. I will try my best to include everythings about my experiance with the most happening places and cool beaches out there. 

To start with..the wait was of more than a decade..means start from the college days. Many times a plan was made and eventually got cancelled. Once we have started a mail chain on gmail about the trip and which went upto 50 threads I guess..ha ha ha. But finally.. It all happened all of sudden. Okay I am not talking about something big. Its just that going GOA was a big huge achievement for all my friends and me. I hope many of my friends already come here and visited the place. So It was on the list since a long time and been planning to go there. Goa is to India what Vegas is to US.

First of all Goa is a bowy's paradise. I mean after coming back from there..it takes one-two days to settle down my eyes in the mundane office work..and same boring crowd in the office cafeterias :P The city is contrasting by the morning then evening and the *night*. Lucky to got the cheaper resort at calungate which is having their own private beach. You see 3 different colours of goa every phase of the day. Its nice bright and sunny in the morning. It welcomes the day with both hands open. The hustle bustle in the morning of the shacks and the sweet sound of the waves. Friendly by the morning. As the day progresses you go back to very relaxing mood. I never understood the fun in sun bathing besides the obsession of firangs to get the tanned skin I couldnt get how they could just lie down for hours and hours. Well now I understood. Its the best thing to do in goa from 9 PM to wee hours. Have fun in the beach.. float on the water..eyes become heavy , your body becomes loose...the night ride on Activa and the in the end you got the deepest sound sleep in ages. The  experiance that can just only be experianced.

As it strikes 5.. the forts in GOA.. are the places to be. The sunsets are amazing. The beach view.. and so so so silent. Silence is indeed golden. The words just cant describe the peace ,you feel like on top of the world. All your tensions behind.. the breeze brushing your face.. you just dont want to talk there.. just sit , stop and stare at the beauty of the life , of the place, of your inner self.  Cut off youself from rest of the world. No FB !

After 7 is what they say the day begins in Goa. Wine shops filled. Clubs and bars and firangs searching for what they call "party". Shaks are the best place to explore with where trance music at its best. People dancing and boozing and dancing and boozing again. Indians looking to score somthing. Firangs looking to score something else. You sit on the beach look up at the sky and see the million stars shining bright n clear.

Goa has nothing special. But still its very very special. Its different from all other tourist destinations in india. No historical monuments, so no faltu ka bakwas, no suicide points, no special fruit or food , no kahani . It is just Goa.

So in the end. I you think to deserved a break. Just Go GOA !!!