Mis takes

i have tried hard to learn a lesson from every mistake....but it aint easy. One has to ponder incessantly to first think what category the mistake falls in. once you are done sorting them, comes the difficult part, "WHAT LESSON DO I TAKE FROM IT".

nevertheless the point i was tryin to make is that implementing the lesson u have learnt is much more difficult that learnin the stupid lesson. i have learnt a lot of lessons, but it would have been much more meaningful had i learnt to make use of them in day to day life.nobody i know, stresses on this godforsaken fact. the pundits are under the impression that the man would use his teachings after knowing the rationale behind it. But that does not happenone could also end up interpreting the chapter in a different light and and screw their happiness up.These are some of the lessons i have learnt from this beatiful city.

a day on the streets of mumbai can teach that never argue with a lady on a public bus, no matter how wrong she is, or if u do....make sure u get down at the next stop.

Never enter a Virar local, if u dont stay at Virar...(dont know what it is, its a metaphor for MUMBAI's life,........ they all would agree)

Never look at how the hawkers make ur favourite Bhel( culinary delight of roasted rice flakes mixed with assorted sauces and chopped spices, notwithstanding the unique flavours passed on by the hands making them). All in all, never enter a kitchen of your favourite restaurent. You might puke.....u will PUKE....

Never argue after beer....argue the next day.

these are jus some of them.

Ode to Beer

It did seem like a normal sunday, except for the fact that there was no feelin of the oncomin monday blues....(jobless right now...u see).

what better thing to do then to have beer with ur pals, and to top it of, didnt have to buy any rounds as one of the miser friends found out the gratuitous side he had to himself.

Nin normally acts stingy about everythin, and the rest of us try our best to make him spend more, but a veteran that he is, he always find the most inexcusible excuses to get away with little. but that all changes after hes down four bottles of Kingfisher. the "fermented nectar" has a supernatural effect on him, and out comes a man who would pay the bill for everythin and everyone. the trouble is he doesnt drink that much that too often, but when he does, we make sure that we place a big order...its good fun.

But this sunday we werent that lucky, never the less all were out drinkin.

Sur doesnt drink but makes sure he accompanies us everywhere, hes the kind who doesnt like to miss out on anythin and wants to be the person, people would turn to, if a detailed narration of an episode is required.

Sid was down with fever and so had nothin. Sid and Nin have agreed in principle to disagree on everything....but when its beer time, the animosity evaporates.
Like always, the ones who drink chip in for the bill, so this time it had to be me and Nin.
At 00.00, after much debate on things that in no way come close to even altering an inch of our way of life, we call for the bill.....i pull out a hundred, but a hand grabbed me by the wrist.

"thaamb"(wait).....

it was Nin, he wanted to pay the entire amount, which i was not fine with(i have always wanted to pay for myself, whenever i had cash on me). Sid was also not happy, though his reason was no way close to mine. He didnt have anything to drink or eat, and he thought maybe that was the reason why Nin wanted to pay. He tried to make a joke out of it, by callin the waiter to place his order, as Nin was paying. Nin wasnt payin attention to any of Sid's crap. i paid Nin and we left the place to the schadenfreude giggles emanating from Sur. Was a funny picture. To sids rue, he vouched never to sit without a beer when in Nin's company. and we departed.

OK....so why the hell am i sayin all this....well...people say a lot of thing about how one should stay away from alcohol, blahhhhhh.....and after some mornin hangovers i did subscribe to that thought....however the very essense of beer is not about gettin high but more about the quality time one spends in its company. pros far outweigh the cons.

Talks about how one got ditched ages back start surfacing from the most unexpected guy,
.....the coward of the lot commence their speech from the most courageous stories one could have heard.....bloated, exaggerating episodes are dime a many in circle full of friends. One can be a witness to all this only when with beer.

all in all, i have had some of my best times in the Ale's proximity,

Beer saves lives!!!!!!! i have experienced it firsthand, and my friends would certainly standby that.

my first blog

i have been thinkin about my own blog for sometime now...and finally...i have created one....
i dont think so....a guy like me who can talk crap anytime of the day and have all his ten fingers intact...would have any trouble maitainin one...but shit can happen.....