<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330</id><updated>2011-12-27T05:58:59.906+05:30</updated><category term='choices'/><category term='china'/><category term='resolution'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='books'/><category term='europe'/><title type='text'>guppie talk</title><subtitle type='html'>Disjointed ramblings about my life and my views on just about everything ...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-8398081607422112793</id><published>2007-06-10T22:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-10T23:13:38.033+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bomgay</title><content type='html'>Went to voodoos last night with K, CT &amp; Emily. It is a strange place - its so seedy. But its the only place. I had decent fun. I was a little high and the music was not bad so danced, flirted with a few guys. There is no place like that in Mumbai. Wonder given the money they charge why cant they spruce it up a little and maybe more ppl would start coming. On the other hand thats just one night in the week - for the rest his clientele is very different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today evening K and I were sitting in JATC we could see people at the gb meet. Not been to one for sometime now. K was wondering if it serves any purpose now. I clearly think so - the conversation made me go to the gb mailing list. A newbie had written a meet report and it pretty much sums up why it all makes sense - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I stepped out of the rick. This is the moment when my heart started pumping blood faster as I saw a group of men chatting in front of CCD. I had seen a man wearing a GB TShirt. However, I was puzzled as they looked completely like common people to me. So I stood there with a question mark over my head, not knowing how to go forward ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... We often ask ourselves. Why Me? But when we come to the GB meet and interact with people, we find, IT IS NOT JUST ME "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling of ordinariness, of familiarity, of comfort, of friendliness, of oneness really helps. People move on but I am glad it survives - despite the increased information/ communication options available online. Thanks to all those who make it possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-8398081607422112793?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8398081607422112793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=8398081607422112793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/8398081607422112793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/8398081607422112793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2007/06/bomgay.html' title='Bomgay'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-31305439948292643</id><published>2007-06-09T19:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-10T22:23:27.394+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Back to Mumbai</title><content type='html'>I am back from my trip. Italy was just awesome. It is amazing to see more than 2000 years of history, beautiful coastlines, lovely people ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home - the weather is horribly hot and muggy - hope it starts raining soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-31305439948292643?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/31305439948292643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=31305439948292643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/31305439948292643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/31305439948292643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-to-mumbai.html' title='Back to Mumbai'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-4362491865618131964</id><published>2007-05-06T18:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-06T18:24:23.496+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='china'/><title type='text'>Cant think of a title</title><content type='html'>Finished reading a book of short stories by Yiyun Li. It gives a very nice perspective on china. I have read Amy Tan earlier - both these book though very different in styles makes me realise how similar the family structure/ values are in china &amp; india. Its uncanny - its almost as if you could replace characters from chinese to indian and keep the story the same. It also leaves you with a feeling how lucky we are to be in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note got this insight from someone- The one child policy has created quite a rupture in chinese society. It has led to amongst other things lack of mobility of the workforce as the married couple has four people holding them back (dont think i need to elaborate how !).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend the last three days in a fairyland - an amazing resort in Chiang Mai - a 52 acre property with villas, temples, lakes, paddy fields, colonial houses ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-4362491865618131964?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4362491865618131964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=4362491865618131964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/4362491865618131964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/4362491865618131964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2007/05/cant-think-of-title.html' title='Cant think of a title'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-2481806471013500392</id><published>2007-05-01T18:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-01T19:16:17.598+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='europe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>La dolce vita</title><content type='html'>Going on a longish break - off to italy for 18 days. Yipeeeeeeee !! Been some time since I took this long a break last few have been more for 5-7 days. Choices to travel are so mind boggling that its almost paralyzing - I was contemplating 5 diff options - Scotland (already have visa !), Turkey / Jordan (never been to that part of the world), Prague, Vienna etc (heard only superlatives about them), Morocco/ south of Spain (exotic + part of spain i have still not been to) and finally italy (it has as i put to a friend a good mix of urban spaces, culture &amp; natural beauty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarcely had I frozen on that when I realised choices don't end there - How do u drop places when almost everything is a must do ? Nat geo top 50 list has 4 mentions from Italy !!! 1000 places to see before you die devotes in excess of 50 pages on this country - You get the picture I suppose. I also do not want to do a whirlwind tour which just touches various places. Hence it became a big project of reading, surfing, and talking to decide how to cut out options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st to get chopped were the Italian Alps, the Lakes, Dolomites, Milan, Sardinia, Bologna, south east Italy (heel of the shoe) amongst others. Still find 17 days not to be enough (why can't we teleport and not waste one day travelling !!) &lt;br /&gt;Rome (3 days), Venice (2 days), Florence/ Siena (3 days),Sicily/Etna (3 days), Naples / Amalfi/ Pompeii /Capri(4 days)- that leaves a measly 2 days. There is Cinque Terre which beckons, Tuscany demands more days, Italian riviera and the beaches which sound wonderful, and the already identified places - the time I am spending in them doesn't seem to do justice to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence have decided to take one day at a time, have a broad itinerary in mind but will add/ drop places as the trip progresses. Surprisingly the clubbing scene is not that hot in italy - or maybe it just needs more exploring !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. nobody is allowed to comment on my weight till one month after I return - how can I go to Italy and not eat &amp; have wine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-2481806471013500392?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2481806471013500392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=2481806471013500392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/2481806471013500392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/2481806471013500392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2007/05/la-dolce-vita.html' title='La dolce vita'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-1483136602505257417</id><published>2007-05-01T17:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-01T18:17:46.591+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolution'/><title type='text'>Resolutions</title><content type='html'>1) Reach out to people more &lt;br /&gt;2) Not lose temper too often&lt;br /&gt;3) Make an effort to date someone&lt;br /&gt;4) Get the house in a little order&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-1483136602505257417?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1483136602505257417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=1483136602505257417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/1483136602505257417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/1483136602505257417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2007/05/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-978380942337716212</id><published>2007-04-29T23:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-29T23:40:02.101+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Need to grow up !</title><content type='html'>Met four batchmates after a long long time. I was wondering after I agreed to go if it would be awkward and if the conversation would be very stilted. I was not close to two of them on campus,  infact in my circle of friends they were perceived as shallow (how ridiculous it seems now !). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met at zenzi - what amazed was the genuine warmth with which couple of them met me. The conversation flowed as did the red wine. Food got ordered, legs got pulled, reminisced about common friends ... The evening was very enjoyable and left me wondering. I need to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some common issues which plague both my personal &amp; professional life need to be addressed and I need to live life to the fullest. I  neeed to get out of the timewrap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-978380942337716212?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/978380942337716212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=978380942337716212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/978380942337716212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/978380942337716212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2007/04/need-to-grow-up.html' title='Need to grow up !'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-2877026212484204171</id><published>2007-04-29T11:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-29T11:47:16.967+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Am back !!</title><content type='html'>When I saw the date of my last post today, it was quite a shock. More than six months have elapsed since I last wrote a post. It wasn't as if I had nothing to write ... Anyways have decided to be back online&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-2877026212484204171?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2877026212484204171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=2877026212484204171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/2877026212484204171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/2877026212484204171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2007/04/am-back.html' title='Am back !!'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-116204787169936964</id><published>2006-10-28T19:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-28T20:34:36.076+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The dilemma</title><content type='html'>Months of effort finally sees the light of day. It was a emotional rollercoaster in more ways than one - but I truly believe what we have delivered is unique and outstanding. It will perhaps remain one of the key achievements for all of us for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But have been asked to choose at this juncture and am faced with the dilemma :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option 1 : play from strength - ask for bigger role potentially be really successful - work with people you are already comfortable with - have a bit more time to yourself - risk getting bored if things don't pan out as planned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option 2 : work for something which looks really interesting - the politics could get very murky - most people you will work with you don't gel with - spend crazy amount of time at work - you will have fun and could end up doing something worthwhile in all senses - risk is the fizz dies and you end up being caught in no man's land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm - go by the gut ?? !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making choices like these are  optional plays especially in an uncertain environment and the predicator is really  undeterminable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-116204787169936964?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/116204787169936964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=116204787169936964' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/116204787169936964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/116204787169936964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2006/10/dilemma.html' title='The dilemma'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-116166988671515534</id><published>2006-10-24T11:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-24T11:34:46.730+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The touch</title><content type='html'>I seem to have lost the touch. Not sure whats happened. Though I am doing really well on all fronts, miss the touch in both personal &amp; professional life. I am not sure if I am making sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professionally I used to hit the right note every time immediately now it has become a tedious &amp; iterative process. Similarly in personal life not sure when was the last time someone hit on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if its me or just the changing circumstances - dont like this. I want my touch back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-116166988671515534?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/116166988671515534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=116166988671515534' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/116166988671515534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/116166988671515534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2006/10/touch.html' title='The touch'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-116153166858220385</id><published>2006-10-22T21:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-22T22:11:41.940+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Talk to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;long time since i blogged. its been a tough few months. work seems to have taken over life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday was this series of rendezvous - after ages was up all night - which did not involve dancing and/or drinking. Random movie actually real trash (but for a change didnt mind it too much) Emily kept on saying horrible, trash etc while TC &amp; FB where giggling away to glory - these two boys know how to enjoy things without trying to intelectualize . After a lot of what should we do next - landed up at Sun &amp;amp; Sand coffee shop - these juhu places seem from a totally diff time &amp; age - really loud ppl though - holiday inn coffee shop has started a cover charge of around 200 bucks can you believe it. While TC &amp;amp; Emily left for Bandra i stayed back - Long chat with juhu boy at his home - its so weird that he still doesn't have a key for his home and u need to enter from the rear door after waking the maid - we find it very easy to talk to each other, in some ways he knows more about me than others. Had to leave as K was putting senti to meet him at Lands End - the lobby place bar had shut down - and we pondered over choices like coffee, chamomile, coke etc and sank into the sofa - we talked and talked ordered food talked till around 5 - when we went for a walk at bandstand and finally home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was nice to really talk after such a long time. It has been snatched conversations for sometime or just a lot of silly talk with the gang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-116153166858220385?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/116153166858220385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=116153166858220385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/116153166858220385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/116153166858220385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2006/10/talk-to-me.html' title='Talk to me'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-115790650339466794</id><published>2006-09-10T22:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-10T22:11:43.486+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nishkam Karma Yoga</title><content type='html'>Estoy muy occupado porque mucho trabaja. Estoy confudido y poco triste pero muy tranquilo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be changing - the craziness of last month and specially last week or so has not gotten to me totally. I am relatively calm and matter of fact. For the first time am focusing energies on external world. The work I am doing is interesting and that's what matters right. Why bother thinking and reacting to possible motives for the behaviour of others ? This phase is likely to be only educative and/or a revelation - and life can then go on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-115790650339466794?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/115790650339466794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=115790650339466794' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/115790650339466794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/115790650339466794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2006/09/nishkam-karma-yoga.html' title='Nishkam Karma Yoga'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-115755677178490689</id><published>2006-09-06T20:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-06T21:02:51.920+05:30</updated><title type='text'>hmmmmmmm</title><content type='html'>lost&lt;br /&gt;scared&lt;br /&gt;angry (not really !)&lt;br /&gt;resigned&lt;br /&gt;tired&lt;br /&gt;defiant&lt;br /&gt;amused&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-115755677178490689?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/115755677178490689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=115755677178490689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/115755677178490689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/115755677178490689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2006/09/hmmmmmmm.html' title='hmmmmmmm'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-115609263985307445</id><published>2006-08-20T21:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-20T22:31:20.220+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Insecurities - 2 conversations</title><content type='html'>What makes us so possessive ? Why do we feel insecure in our relationships be it friendship or something more ? People can be close to more people then we realize and we don't need to force them to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things r going great why do we suddenly feel like it could all unravel ? When u should feel on top of the world why do we feel powerless ? There will always be options as ability is really inherent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-115609263985307445?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/115609263985307445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=115609263985307445' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/115609263985307445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/115609263985307445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2006/08/insecurities-2-conversations.html' title='Insecurities - 2 conversations'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-115547908244381366</id><published>2006-08-13T19:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-13T20:00:35.096+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Drifting away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Drifting away from most of the world - family, str8 friends, most gay friends - spend most of the time working or with the gang. Its by choice. Is it healthy ? A phone call triggered this post. Got a call out of the blue from a school friend whom I had not met for a decade (he has moved to US ) he found my number from god knows where and after a round of abusing he kept on insisting I tell him why the hell I was not in touch with anyone - all the people who I was so close to it school &amp;amp; in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer - I cant see much point spending a lot of time with people with whom I cant be myself, and as I am not out to most people it pretty much means the entire world. Everyone seems to be married with one or more kids - the conversation just becomes about them or about work - which I anyway don't like talking too much about. but is that really the case - even people I am out to do I really engage with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it is laziness. I just don't get it - I am not asocial per se infact enjoy going out and being with people. Its just phone is not for me as a medium - surprisingly chatting I am cool with and coordinating times to meet is so tedious that meeting becomes a question really of coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys if I have not been in touch - xcuse me - not that I don't care - its just me. Give me a shout and I will always be there for you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Why do I have this blog ? Am a very private person so dont write much. anyways who reads it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-115547908244381366?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/115547908244381366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=115547908244381366' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/115547908244381366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/115547908244381366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2006/08/drifting-away.html' title='Drifting away'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-115354972830986376</id><published>2006-07-22T10:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-22T20:24:03.203+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Emily</title><content type='html'>I am thinking about... how will things shape for all of us - what turns our lives would take, a decade later where would we be and what would we be doing .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said... I am not ambitious (liar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to... make a mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish... I could find a soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss... almost nothing or noone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear... whatever suits my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder... if I have what it takes to succeed / sustain a relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret... not being close to my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am... a sweetheart (?!) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dance... with zeal .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing...only when I am high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry... when something touches me (albeit not always overtly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not always... patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write... to just voice a few feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confuse... people by being bundle of contradictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need... inspiration and challenge for sustenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should try...to be more tolerant of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finish... things I am responsible for&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-115354972830986376?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/115354972830986376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=115354972830986376' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/115354972830986376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/115354972830986376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2006/07/tagged-by-emily.html' title='Tagged by Emily'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-115242454440230487</id><published>2006-07-15T08:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-15T09:17:38.416+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>Am I living in an ivory tower ?&lt;br /&gt;Am I doing well professionally ? Btw how does one assess that ?&lt;br /&gt;What will I do when my personal &amp; professional lives collide ?&lt;br /&gt;Do people at work like me ?&lt;br /&gt;Have I pissed off my str8 friends ?&lt;br /&gt;Why haven't I gone on a date for a long long time ?&lt;br /&gt;Why have I not been in a serious relationship in the last five years ?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I putting on weight again ?&lt;br /&gt;Am I selfdestructive or just plain arrogant ?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I prone to bursts of being totally asocial ?&lt;br /&gt;Why have I lost touch with so many ppl over the last few years ?&lt;br /&gt;Am i am seriously fucked up ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to less existential questions&lt;br /&gt;Whom should I go to for a haircut ?&lt;br /&gt;Where should I shop for some shirts ?&lt;br /&gt;Which speakers/ amps to buy ?&lt;br /&gt;How do i change my phone tariff plan &amp;amp; get a broadband connection at home ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-115242454440230487?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/115242454440230487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=115242454440230487' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/115242454440230487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/115242454440230487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2006/07/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-115201742476892915</id><published>2006-07-05T20:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-05T20:34:05.890+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rains</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On a lark went with H to Lonavla on Sunday evening - it was lovely drive - we talked almost non-stop we had met after some time - post the mcd mist covered hills were simply awesome -1st stop coopers for chocolate walnut fudge and then Dukes for the lovely view and some eats. Gosh ! I wish I could drive. Rains really transform the ghats around Mumbai from dreary vague places to a delight. On the way back the small stretch before we hit the expressway was a little scary extremely due to low visibility and curving roads. But it was really fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Three days of lost productivity for a city which seems to have decided to press the panic button whether warranted or not. It seems so not Bombay. Though the lens which i use seems seriously flawed as bandra and southwards are not representative. Today was a mid week holiday. Spend some time with the gang at JATC and then we watched Mrs Henderson Presents at home. Judi Dench was awesome as usual -  Brit humour rocks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;p.s. on a passing note why do all the men look so hot in this weather.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-115201742476892915?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/115201742476892915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=115201742476892915' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/115201742476892915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/115201742476892915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2006/07/rains.html' title='Rains'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-115194362162620579</id><published>2006-07-03T21:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-03T21:50:21.713+05:30</updated><title type='text'>More than words</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6810/1718/320/maldives%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6810/1718/1600/maldives%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6810/1718/320/maldives%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6810/1718/1600/maldives%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6810/1718/320/maldives%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6810/1718/1600/maldives%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6810/1718/320/maldives%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top it all my room was above the lagoon - and I could literally jump from my room into the lagoon !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6810/1718/1600/maldives%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6810/1718/320/maldives%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maldives is really mind blowing - these are just pics from my phone - have been too lazy to load my camera pics on my computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-115194362162620579?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/115194362162620579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=115194362162620579' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/115194362162620579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/115194362162620579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2006/07/more-than-words.html' title='More than words'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-115002630877971940</id><published>2006-06-11T17:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-11T17:27:46.426+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>Slept till late - finally got out of bed at 10 - technically that is 6.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was underwhelmed by the Sensoji and the Asakusa-jinja shrine - roamed the streets - getting used to the prices&lt;br /&gt;Omote Sando is impressive though ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has been raining all day - though more like a drizzle and not like Bombay Monsoons - sort of made the entire city airconditioned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met someone online - finally asked him out - have been meaning to for sometime but never got around doing so - however he seems to be exploring something currently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese beer is quite nice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-115002630877971940?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/115002630877971940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=115002630877971940' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/115002630877971940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/115002630877971940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2006/06/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-114970143762476990</id><published>2006-06-07T22:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-07T23:00:37.693+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A week away</title><content type='html'>Am off to Tokyo on friday evening - will be back on 19th morning  :-)&lt;br /&gt;not planned anything as yet - other than buying lonely planet Tokyo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-114970143762476990?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/114970143762476990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=114970143762476990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/114970143762476990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/114970143762476990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2006/06/week-away.html' title='A week away'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-114831769683930986</id><published>2006-05-22T22:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-22T22:46:07.556+05:30</updated><title type='text'>3 weeks have disappeared</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Am sitting in an airport lounge having beer (there goes my diet) and in a dazed manner typing this post. Am really tired. Have been working kind off hard. Gone for a small break to Delhi &amp; Lucknow last weekend in this sweltering heat (God help me ) Did nothing - well almost nothing saw Humayun's tomb - beautiful. Ironic as I was with a friend who was discussing with me how the basic conflict of secularism in our country would be our bane. We are no France or England - we suffer from being quasi American (country we all love to hate) and are as conservative. According to him the caste issue would get sorted out by urbanization. The ghettoization of two cities I have stayed in Mumbai &amp; Ahmedabad - bears testimony to the alienation of the Muslims. Anyway back to Humayun's team- you realise the folly of misplaced restoration and how it virtually killed the natural gradient of the waterways and made it worse or the before/after pics of work done post the grant from the Aga Khan Foundation. How I wish we knew the stories of the people buried there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Discussing business ideas, politics, history and what not sigh !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2 white shirts well fitted S size from benetton&lt;br /&gt;Went to a shady party in Delhi on Sat night - had fun - not that delhi crowd I expected - dance like mad got a few admirers - flirted with people &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Stayed in the Park for a night - wasteful expenditure - some would say - lovely blue themed room - wanted a massage sadly the spa was closed for renovation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Met an interesting friend of a friend - had a lovely time and was truly relaxed - sadly had to let him down when he wanted to come up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Buying swarowski as wedding present - a cop out or a la di dah thing - it was a really beautiful piece with a flower and a butterfly - 5 figure charge on cc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chikan saree for Mom and dress for sis - some of the stuff was awesome specially the crepe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3 am and the groom waiting while the bride is giving a photoshoot - unreal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Getting propositioned in the delhi airport lounge by cute firang boy - wow - when I had no time - just my luck &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cute, sweet and rude - don't get this description - on another note am not very stuck up,  am I ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lovely brunch at Moshes - nice to be driven to town - bought an absolute darling of a phone thought I couldn't exceed Moto Razr - think have done so - the phone is really awesome to look at and on top has an IPod like sound quality, FM, 2 mega pixel camera and 1 GB memory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p.s. am not sure how ambitious  I am- but if I am not who am I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-114831769683930986?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/114831769683930986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=114831769683930986' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/114831769683930986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/114831769683930986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2006/05/3-weeks-have-disappeared.html' title='3 weeks have disappeared'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-114630836865092717</id><published>2006-05-01T23:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-01T11:34:18.876+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A trip down memory lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Was sorting stuff into keep, think &amp; chuck categories when I found two pieces of paper. Notes I had scribbled on my europe visit in summer of 2003. Had meant to write about it then but kept on postponing it till I forgot all about it. Unfortunately the notes cover only till Madrid, seem to have lost the rest of the trip to Barcelona, South of France &amp;amp; London. These notes jogged by memories and am going to attempt to relive the moments. So for those interested lets go on a trip. Warning : Might be a tad long. The timeline may be all scrambled. Its not a tourism brochure/ travel guide ;-) So not writing about the attractions &amp; the museums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop 1 : Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived on 27th June staying close to the infamous Moulin Rouge - which looks so tame in real life. Its quite close to the historic Montmartre. So just a couple of hours after checking in - couldn't wait to get out even though I was quite tired as I had not sleep much on the flight - found myself in the midst of history. Sacre Coeur was so peaceful. The walk simply amazing. Everything is so well preserved - so many creative geniuses stayed/ worked here from Picasso to Renoir to Matisse to Van Gogh. &lt;em&gt;What happened to our history ? We have no meaningful literary or cultural history - would we know where Premchand was born or Amir Khusro's grave or ... Had gone to Lothal in 1998 it was a real disappointment - first there were no signs to guide us there and the site itself is quite run down.&lt;/em&gt; After walking for almost 3 hours was too exhausted and found my way back to the hotel. Went for a walk in Pigalle in the evening - hear about poppers for the first time in my life (yes ! people don't gasp) and saw the porn booths. Decided to turn in as I was dead tired and the next day was a big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up in the morning and rushed to the Tourism office in Champs Elysee to find out the route and took the metro to the start point as I wanted to be there from the start. My first Gay Pride - wow it was so much fun -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/photo/1079798418029762429wRJyTw"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Image hosted by Webshots.com" src="http://thumb9.webshots.com/s/thumb1/9/84/18/79798418wRJyTw_th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; have the album in front of me -was using a non digital camera then hence no pics to upload. The cross-section of the gay community from the queens to the dykes , from the twinks to the bears, they were all on the streers in full force. It was awesome - to just be there walking thru the streets of paris - people all over - some dancing on top of bus stops - drinking all the way - a concert on the streets - lay in the garden nearby with strangers - danced away to glory (got carried away by everything and took off my shirt for a bit too !). By evening it all wrapped up as people started to move towards the numerous parties slated for the night. I walked a bit in Marias. Of all things in the world ended up in a straight bar in Marais !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I decided I wanted to visit Versailles. &lt;em&gt;How well it has been restored by recovering the original works. Sigh the Indian treasures are still spread all across the globe.&lt;/em&gt; Two days of Champs Elysee and walking by the Siene , the gardens and the museums, the notre dam , the latin district. Dropped my camera and conked it somehow and it just rewinds the roll to the start. Went to a shop - huge language issue to explain what was wrong with it - when a 60+ guy cycled in to give some pics for development. He happened to be an Indophile and he helped me out though to no avail - so now I am on a vacation without a camera. He talked about India and asked me why I dont know french (like all civilised people). We talked about this and that - really warm - and all this just because I was from India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went to a club - mixed crowd - an arab boy approached me and his sister and another friend just swooped me and made me sit with them - they were playing some bhangra ! It was very pleasant but after some time and numerous hints which I like an idiot didn't respond to he sort of drifted away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why on earth do i need to leave Paris ? I had a reservation in Amsterdam. 4 days in Paris are just not enough - I am not sure a how long is ... There is just so much to do and its so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had booked myself in a train which I needed to have a transfer is 12 mins. The precision of the Europeans it takes almost exactly 9-10 mins to collect your stuff change platforms and board the train - so if u r lazy or procastinate and don't follow the signs u miss the connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop 2 : Amsterdam &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stayed in Flying Pig based on the reco of a friend - just not my scene - and my first and last attempt to stay in a hostel. Its just not me I need comfort and space. The only advantage of the hostel was its location you could just walk to Dam Square.First thing after I reached Amsterdam was that I decided to buy a camera - of course I had no clue so went online and spend lots of time with Anand on the phone and finally made the choice. Spend valuable hours doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6810/1718/1600/DSC00004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6810/1718/320/DSC00004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It can happen only in Europe - to find an art reference in something as mundane as a food stall - this one sells potato fries - to have a painting of "The Potato Eaters" by Van Gogh as the board to shut shop.&lt;em&gt; Fries are almost everywhere in Amsterdam - big fat crisp ones with variety of flavoured mayo based dips - how the hell do the dutch stay thin after eating it almost all the&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;time.&lt;/em&gt; Amsterdam really is a quaint small town much contrary to the image of being the sex city. Yes there is an open street where you can gawk at the girls but for the most part as you take the tram/ walk/ cycle around the city and you are struck by how nice it really is. Have heard similar thoughts from other friends who found it very relaxing compared to bigger european cities like Paris or Berlin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6810/1718/1600/DSC00008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6810/1718/200/DSC00008.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the first places I visited was the Anne Frank House. Her story is something which has touched so many of us. From there to the Homomonument. The alignments of the three points of the larger triangle of the Homomonument are symbolic. One points towards the National War Memorial on Dam Square. The second points towards the house of &lt;a title="Anne Frank" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anne_Frank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anne Frank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The third points towards the headquarters of &lt;a class="new" title="COC Nederland" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=COC_Nederland&amp;action=edit"&gt;COC Nederland&lt;/a&gt;, the Dutch gay rights group. Wild Reeds wrote evocatively about it in his post on Brokeback Mountain. &lt;em&gt;The moments are unforgettable - it was so heart wrenching to be in these two places but at the same time it was inspiring &amp;amp; exhilarating.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Went to a couple of bars in the evening. A guy in his late forties from the suburbs of Amsterdam came and sat next to me. &lt;em&gt;A big plus in amsterdam is that most dutch speak english really well. &lt;/em&gt;He was a journalist and we talked for almost an hour about all sorts of things from international politics to gay life in Bombay. He was getting late as he needed to take a train back and he asked me if I wanted to come with him. I said NO ! damn -&lt;em&gt; Am I still not ready for this ? Go with strangers to their house. Scared what might happen - not sure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Did the sights of Amsterdam the next -couple of days surprisingly the canal tour was good was thinking of avoiding it as a very touristy thing to do. Wanted to do something exciting and wanted to go to a "coffee shop" or buy some mushrooms or something - but chickened out . It was embarrassing as I even entered one coffee shop and then abruptly walked out . &lt;em&gt;I suppose being alone was what played in my mind, and also that I have never even done grass in India. The Brat was supposed to get some for one of my parties at home !! I just want to try and see what the big deal is. &lt;/em&gt;Just walking about Amsterdam is such pleasure. Went to visit a few places around Amsterdam - e.g. Zanse Schaans - a quaint hamlet recreated by moving buildings from other parts in the 60s &amp;amp; 70s - with its windmills and well preserved buildings of 17th -18th century - and all this just a 20 min train ride from the city.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And yes, I was up to naughty things in Amsterdam - Thermos - My first sauna in Europe - very different from Babylon, which is really leagues ahead of anything anywhere in the world or so I think. Met Robin, a blonde tall and very very cute Dutch boy, and after some time we found ourselves in a room, he was so good and gentle (for someone with as big a frame as him) and it was really really very nice. To my surprise he was a bottom but had still not got into that stuff - so we had a lovely time for an hour or so and then we went for a shower together and then bid adieu. In a bar I met a really camp person who worked for Elite - was flattered he was interested in me but he really was not my type. Secondly I was not sure if I wanted a threesome with him and his boyfriend, specially when he was not in the bar. Also explored the seedier/ more risque/ kinky side of scene . Walked outside the bar n times - before I got the courage to get in - I was told if I knew today was an underwear party - meaning thereby you were supposed to have only your undies and footwear on. I freaked and started heading out - when this guy at the counter stopped me and said - Don't tell me you have never been to one - There's nothing to worry about as there would be lots of people of all ages - and I really must try it - and for me he would allow me to keep my shirt on till I felt comfortable. I told him I needed time and I paced outside and finally decided to go. The place was four floors -the basement was the dance floor with the dj , the next two floors where bars and the top floor was a dark room. Suffice to say saw a lot of things which were shocking to say the least and I stayed most of the time at the bars. After a while went to dance and slowly I felt stupid being the only one with a shirt on - as lots of people were not even in the undies - so took of my shirt too and danced till early morning. &lt;em&gt;Please no sniggers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Amsterdam was a good mix of fun and relaxation, culture and craziness, the people are really warm and approachable - definetely going to visit again and perhaps do a few things which I wanted to but didn't do last time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;End of week 1 - may continue this later sometime ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-114630836865092717?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/114630836865092717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=114630836865092717' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/114630836865092717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/114630836865092717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2006/05/trip-down-memory-lane.html' title='A trip down memory lane'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-114598463152027090</id><published>2006-04-25T22:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-25T22:33:54.060+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fingers crossed</title><content type='html'>Two friends are seeing each other - very happy but also very anxious. Fingers crossed this should work out. They seem happy. One is restrained the other lives life cinema scope. Dread the thought of something going wrong - will be too torn ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have decided on a house  near Dmonte Park - hopefully this one will work out - Looking forward to seeing it transform into an elegant home with loads of help &amp; advice from K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have taken a big challenge at work - need to co-opt people who don't report into me do things for me - but I suppose thats part of the fun - involves high stakes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-114598463152027090?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/114598463152027090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=114598463152027090' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/114598463152027090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/114598463152027090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2006/04/fingers-crossed.html' title='Fingers crossed'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-114555536614602537</id><published>2006-04-20T22:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-20T23:19:26.323+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Short update</title><content type='html'>long time since I blogged. Lots has happened this month. On verge of finally shifting houses hopefully landlord will sign the agreement tom - paying an obscene amount of money, god knows why ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been hyper busy at work - feel guilty sometime that I am not spending enough time with all my reportees - but really dont know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to rebalance my life again - its just been work and some time with the gang - need to spend some more time with batchmates &amp; other friends - seem to be losing perspective&lt;br /&gt;Was on a flight to bangalore - when after a long time I was not tired and free - felt that i need to be a little more in tune with rest of the people - feel Anand wants to ask me to join them for the business venture but he is hesitant - he thinks i am not keen - he wants to discuss it with me but ...- maybe will go for a drink with him tom - everybody seems to be doing interesting stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal life - zilch is hapenning - been online for short bursts to chat recently - useless &amp;amp; idiotic waste of time - everybody seems to be going on dates but me - one date in the last 15 months&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-114555536614602537?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/114555536614602537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=114555536614602537' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/114555536614602537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/114555536614602537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2006/04/short-update.html' title='Short update'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-114395767226899561</id><published>2006-04-02T11:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-02T12:05:28.423+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Broken Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Something seemed broken in the movie - a very remote picture - consider the cast Bill Murray, Jessica Lange, Sharon Stone, Frances Conroy ( six feet under Mom) - have very ambivalent feelings about it. Bill Murray did Lost in Translation and now this - liked the other one much more. A critic writes "Murray superbly insinuates to us a man full of feeling who is bemused by his own inability to find a way to let it out." Hugh Grant's About a Boy was similar but had an obviously commercial fairytale ending. The character mellowed and was able to "let it out".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary at a different level - there could be lot of us who could end up like this. In the gay context being Don Juan is no big deal but the price to pay is quite steep u end up with a fancy house with your big TVs and the other gizmos but no one to really share it with .... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But the worst off I suppose are people like me who squander their 20s and 30s in studies and work and career and all that jazz and ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lying"&lt;br /&gt;He puts his brush to the canvas,&lt;br /&gt;with one quick stroke&lt;br /&gt;unfolds a bird from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Steps back, considers.&lt;br /&gt;Takes pity.&lt;br /&gt;Unfolds another.&lt;br /&gt;-- Jane Hirshfield  (Nov 1994)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-114395767226899561?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/114395767226899561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=114395767226899561' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/114395767226899561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/114395767226899561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2006/04/broken-flowers.html' title='Broken Flowers'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-114339280736221399</id><published>2006-03-26T22:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-26T22:38:12.393+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Party Time :-(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have lost it - nobody's seems remotely interested in me - can't remember the last time anyone hit on me - and I have lost the ability to move around in a party and initiate conversation and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Stupid Girls &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid girl, stupid girls, stupid girls&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I act like that, that guy will call me back&lt;br /&gt;What a paparazzi girl, I don't wanna be a stupid girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby if I act like that, flipping my blonde hair back&lt;br /&gt;Push up my bra like that, I don't wanna be a stupid girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe if I act like that, that guy will call me back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpts from a song by Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-114339280736221399?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/114339280736221399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=114339280736221399' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/114339280736221399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/114339280736221399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2006/03/party-time.html' title='Party Time :-('/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-114339045825283424</id><published>2006-03-26T21:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-26T21:57:43.506+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A friend</title><content type='html'>A friend is v confused i think. he isn't sure he is gay or bi. Hopes he is bi. Had a relationship with a girl last few months. Was off the scene. He says I was the only gay person he continued to be in touch with. He called me on saturday and asked me if I was going for the party. I said yes and he said he also would like to come. I said cool and that was it. I didn't ask him what happened, why etc. I think he had fun last night. Am glad I dont need to go thru this dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Syriana, Being Cyrus back to back - this year has really been awesome for movies if u add&lt;br /&gt;Crash &amp;amp; Brokeback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. finding it xtremely hard to look for houses in this really really hectic time at work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-114339045825283424?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/114339045825283424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=114339045825283424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/114339045825283424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/114339045825283424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2006/03/friend.html' title='A friend'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-114296200318591663</id><published>2006-03-21T22:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-21T22:56:43.256+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hello ! you fool</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Why do I do this ? Why do I not make the phonecall ? Is it my ego or is it a fear that it is futile ? But by not making the call am I any better off ? Is a missed opportunity less painful than a realized loss ? Why so much drama in any case as there really is nothing to begin with and hence nothing to lose ? Is it becoz on paper it sounds gr8 and hence the stakes are high ? Where is the confident decisive and ambitious person - when the task is more personal ? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-114296200318591663?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/114296200318591663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=114296200318591663' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/114296200318591663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/114296200318591663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello-you-fool.html' title='Hello ! you fool'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-114277501609432983</id><published>2006-03-19T18:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-19T19:09:51.746+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Current Affairs</title><content type='html'>holi :-( sat at home, the plans didn't work out ... But am happy the fact that I felt the need just renconfirmed the bonds which I have been able to form with the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was discussing with a friend it is no nice to have a break mid-week. The week suddenly looks so small. But would I exchange the two day weekend for a Wed &amp; Sun option - no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Mad o Wot with P - he got a really radical but extremely nice haircut. Lets hope his office reaction is not very hostile - the cut really suits him. Sapna was v friendly and we chatted and she was talking abt here difficulty in getting a place given her live in relationship and her huge tattoos. Loved her attitude - totally kickass. She has promised that she will do something nice with my hair but I need to grow it for a month. The place where her salon is totally rocking and would be awesome to stay in - can imagine the down stairs as hall &amp;amp; kitchen and upstairs as bedroom overlooking the sea. But that ain't likely to happen so ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming in the Monsoon Sea - another Selvadurai - his books are very similar but very nice reads. I must be one of the few ppl who preferred Cinnamon Gardens to Funny Boy. This book is a subtle and with the backdrop of Othello. Looks ripe to be converted to a movie - A Bollywood movie based on it - sigh !&lt;br /&gt;A line which is so relatable - "After a while, so much heat had spread through Amrith's body that he seemed to be burning up with a fever" - for the context read the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a few movies - a documentary like movie on gay guys in Maghreb (Morocco etc) a big theme being that being a top is ok and only the "bottom" guys are derided and looked down upon, Elizabethtown (Cameron Crowe, Orlando Bloom, Kirsten Dunst) breezy nice but a let down given the credits and 2046 (Wong Kar Wai) haunting beautiful (reminded me a lot of Brokeback in terms of long periods of silence).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked most of the sunday morning (9-12) - cleared my inbox - still had some more to do but decided its ok. This week is going to be quite hectic need to get a lot done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally on a diet - one day at a time - deviation 100 odd calories in 24 hrs. I am going out today to a friends place and am supposed to take my team out tom - need to find a way to manage - no non-veg this week is the real block - else I could have had grilled fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just seeing Hottest 40 over 40 - awesome the way this people look wow&lt;br /&gt;INXS new video with the new lead - so HOT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-114277501609432983?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/114277501609432983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=114277501609432983' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/114277501609432983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/114277501609432983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2006/03/current-affairs.html' title='Current Affairs'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-114239195695776482</id><published>2006-03-15T09:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-15T09:14:48.670+05:30</updated><title type='text'>mandatory brokeback post</title><content type='html'>... hyped, over hyped whatever u may say - very few movies have left me with a lingering sense of sadness like brokeback did .. in the final analysis in a very insidious way it got to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots more to say but this suffices ... Will see it again and maybe again but on dvd...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-114239195695776482?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/114239195695776482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=114239195695776482' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/114239195695776482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/114239195695776482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2006/03/mandatory-brokeback-post.html' title='mandatory brokeback post'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-114239489494556495</id><published>2006-03-15T09:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-15T09:24:54.946+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Holi</title><content type='html'>the charm - the disgust&lt;br /&gt;the colours - the filth&lt;br /&gt;the revelry - the molestation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long time have a bunch of friends with whom I want o play holi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ideal scenario - friends and their friends (people with two degrees of separation) can meet in an open space (a garden with a waterbody !!) and have fun with gulal, bhang &amp; sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The compromise - Juhu - half the fun will be to drag R from his house ... hopefully it will turn out the way I visualize it ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-114239489494556495?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/114239489494556495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=114239489494556495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/114239489494556495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/114239489494556495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2006/03/holi.html' title='Holi'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-114175299201891841</id><published>2006-03-07T22:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-07T23:06:32.056+05:30</updated><title type='text'>3 Phonecalls</title><content type='html'>1. Heard him out - didn't know the answers - he insisted I did but I really didn't - I don't really know JB well enough to help him. There was a phase when JB liked me but that was then and then JB distanced himself as he couldn't bear to be just friends. But do I know if JB is his type - for gods sake don't even fully understand what he wants. Finally took him thru series of events and hopefully made him realize he was just being too impatient and needs to give things time and maybe leave his ego behind and send a sms yet again. 15 mins + another 20 odd mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. warm conversation with K about this and that. Shared frustations &amp; a few laughs. Had to cut it short after 10 mins as I had revert to call one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. stilted conversation - hi and how r things  and how r ppl - pissed me off by insinuating I was "passed out" on saturday night - anyway no mention of anything of consequence about his life - felt sad that we ran out of things to say before 5 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why I am writing this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-114175299201891841?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/114175299201891841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=114175299201891841' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/114175299201891841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/114175299201891841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2006/03/3-phonecalls.html' title='3 Phonecalls'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-114165827976583818</id><published>2006-03-06T19:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-06T20:47:59.840+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A gem from minstrels</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"Looking Out"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It must be odd&lt;br /&gt;to be a minority&lt;br /&gt;he was saying.&lt;br /&gt;I looked around&lt;br /&gt;and didn't see any.&lt;br /&gt;So I said&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;it must be.&lt;br /&gt;-- Mitsuye Yamada&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-114165827976583818?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/114165827976583818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=114165827976583818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/114165827976583818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/114165827976583818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2006/03/gem-from-minstrels.html' title='A gem from minstrels'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-114158207259437170</id><published>2006-03-05T23:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-06T00:15:42.093+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Snippets in my mind</title><content type='html'>Because you're mine, I walk the line. Lovely thought, 35 years of togetherness and to die within 4 months of each other. A love story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have decided to start calling P Superman - he works in software, is learning French, plays tennis, goes to the gym, learning salsa, plays the piano, acts, does choir stuff, planning to teach engineering students etc etc. My only query to him was - r u enjoying doing all this or are u just doing them to either prove a point or simply because u think u have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is in us that makes us uneasy when someone is very friendly ? Not sure how to react to overtures of a friends confidante - does he just want to be friends or does he want me to join his spiritual group thing or ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How well do we know the people we call friends ? Someone asked me whether a friend of mine believes in monogamous relationships and I wasn't sure at all what the answer was ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiters at restaurants who follows rules (defined to increase customer satisfaction) but only irritate the clients who expect a personalized experience. We don't want sambhar with dosa - we are happy just having it with coconut chutney.But no the waiter at Dosa Diner insisted that we have it too. And pls guys can we tone down the upsell pitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does one give people who just got engaged - u could take flowers if u were going for the event but post that what do u get them - any his n hers kind of things don't work - finally bought stuff individually for both of them from Tresorie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Brokeback be able to live up to the hype ? Specially with Crash &amp; Walk the line already having pushed the threshold up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainland China - awesome food, nice decor, indifferent service, bad temperature controls (it was like sitting in 10 degrees) really really shitty location - and I thought Location was the most important thing in Retail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody I like will ever like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperately need to buy a house - I want to have living space of my own - or even if I rent one will totally do it up. Obscene prices - 9.5-10.5 K per sq ft in Santa Cruz !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis desole Sis - didnt return your call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love lazy sundays - waking up with people in the house in nice - going to for late breakfast at JATC and lazing at Juhu Mocha till 1.30 p.m. Relax at home, small nap , check mail etc. Watch a nice movie - dinner and long walk on Carter Road with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two consecutive nights of playing host is tiring. Unfortunately it also means that I hardly get to talk to too many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard to bear rejection ? And what can be worse then letting your fear of rejection stop you from taking the initiative at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody has ever send me flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one deal with the situation when your best friend loses a parent ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats in the air ? Everyone seems to be having work issues - One is struggling with what he wants to do and the implications of those choices on his lifestyle , other is trying to find a better / higher paying one, for others looking for more appreciation and growth and pondering the question am I as good as I think I am ?, one is trying to balance independence &amp;amp; stability, ego &amp; PR needed, one is doing something in which is heart is not there but he has already made a commitment and finally someone who is seeking ways to release their own potential from the shackels of family business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice saturday too - Shopping in Tresorie, lunch at Mailnland China, haircut at Frank Provost, grocery shopping at SPAR, chatting with a friend at home, Soup &amp;amp; Salad at JATC and finally a nice and really successful (my impression) house party (maybe will write a post about it).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-114158207259437170?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/114158207259437170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=114158207259437170' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/114158207259437170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/114158207259437170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2006/03/snippets-in-my-mind.html' title='Snippets in my mind'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-114123461291723339</id><published>2006-03-01T22:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-01T23:06:54.056+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why I am working so hard ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Am really excited - have started working on something which is potentially HUGE. It is (a) intellectually challenging - will need to work in collaboration with best of breed brains in various fields in India &amp; abroad (b) a huge market opportunity - will fulfill a long felt need and (c) potentially a development with a huge social payoff - will help improve the lives of a huge section of the population. Hence don't mind that I need to work harder than usual - am just very overwhelmed on working on something which if it works out will be a breakthrough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fingers crossed by end of the year it will all have worked out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-114123461291723339?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/114123461291723339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=114123461291723339' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/114123461291723339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/114123461291723339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2006/03/why-i-am-working-so-hard.html' title='Why I am working so hard ?'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-114092877118765182</id><published>2006-02-26T10:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-26T10:10:36.536+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Well its done</title><content type='html'>The profile has been taken off - and no more visits to g.com - The "ennui" is dead - it needs a makeover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully will be back in April in a new avatar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-114092877118765182?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/114092877118765182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=114092877118765182' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/114092877118765182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/114092877118765182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2006/02/well-its-done.html' title='Well its done'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-114087987532643531</id><published>2006-02-25T20:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-25T20:36:36.190+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Are you strong enough to be my man</title><content type='html'>God, I feel like hell tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tears of rage I cannot fight&lt;br /&gt;I’d be the last to help you understand&lt;br /&gt;Are you strong enough to be my man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing’s true and nothing’s right&lt;br /&gt;So let me be alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;Cause you can’t change the way I am&lt;br /&gt;Are you strong enough to be my man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie to me I promise&lt;br /&gt;I’ll believe&lt;br /&gt;Lie to me&lt;br /&gt;But please don’t leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a face I cannot show&lt;br /&gt;I make the rules up as I go&lt;br /&gt;It’s try and love me if you can&lt;br /&gt;Are you strong enough to be my man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’ve shown you that I just don’t care&lt;br /&gt;When I’m throwing punches in the air&lt;br /&gt;When I’m broken down and I can’t stand&lt;br /&gt;Will you be strong enough to be my man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie to me I promise&lt;br /&gt;I’ll believe&lt;br /&gt;Lie to me&lt;br /&gt;But please don’t leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sheryl Crow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Think I will take off my online profile &amp;amp; stop chatting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-114087987532643531?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/114087987532643531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=114087987532643531' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/114087987532643531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/114087987532643531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2006/02/are-you-strong-enough-to-be-my-man.html' title='Are you strong enough to be my man'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-114033261688476131</id><published>2006-02-22T00:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-21T00:25:35.973+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Week &amp; My Phonebook</title><content type='html'>Valentines week scrolled my phone book n times - minus family, colleagues, and ppl from my alma mater - the list is as follows :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc - the person to whom I owe a lot - he was instrumental in my getting so comfortable and who was really patient &amp; supportive a little more than four years back &amp;amp; his long term boy friend. Thanks Doc and sorry for not keeping in touch - cannot fathom a reason why I have not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st three friends I made - the snooty boys from bandra as we were called -&lt;br /&gt;RB who was a little crazy, we fought a lot but also spend lots of time together - still remember our trip to Thailand - and how we would go our own separate way most of the time - coordinate such that we wouldn't be in Babylon at the same time - flirt together with waiters - we would meet every day for a while and then not meet at all for a week to ten days. Alas he has moved out of bombay ...&lt;br /&gt;R the tall "lost look" friend - can't believe have known him for more than four years - we have this comfortable relationship give each other space all the time but are only a phone call away if the other needs to talk/meet. Sometimes grouchy, sometimes camp, sometimes childlike, sometimes all grown up, hopeless romantic ...&lt;br /&gt;J - the always smiling always helpful the xtra sweet mac boi - have moved out of the country to follow his dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new set of friends along with R-&lt;br /&gt;D/d - Met at Tres Botas a couple of years back - when he was visiting from Abad - met him again once he was back in bombay for good - something worked and we have grown  close - only person with whom i talk on phone for ages. He has attitude, arrogance, confidence, vulnerability, talent, and an amazing heart. Nice to tease him sometimes - he pretends to be indifferent to what other people think - but gets upset if they dont read Inside Outside.&lt;br /&gt;V, the global english talker &amp; teacher, who thinks i have a lisp :-( and likes to write and read poems - Sensitive and fun loving - a total sweet heart.&lt;br /&gt;CT, reminds me so much of a friend - is the exterior a facade ? the frivulous superficial exterior hides a heart of gold beneath. Yes CT it is ok not to be the life of the party all the time - u can be urself around us - mope abt boy, rant abt job etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranima - xceptionally talented, strong willed and warm hearted boy/man. Learned French and German, did a MA and quadrupled the turnover of his family business all in a couple of years amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H - the rich Juhu boy - v v sweet - would love to have as a friend am really fond of him - but understand his issues - and KM - possibly the first person to have a crush on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P - met in v unusual circumstances - have got close.  Busy boy trying to do too many things with his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vikster - am not sure what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half a dozen cute guys whom I find attractive (and 2-3 like too after bumping into with common friends) - but am very sure they dont find me - so thats that. Apart from a few hookups from the parties - whom I have kept in touch - called to parties at home  introduced to friends. And a few links courtesy GB. So went to GB party with friends and partied ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-114033261688476131?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/114033261688476131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=114033261688476131' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/114033261688476131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/114033261688476131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-week-my-phonebook.html' title='Valentines Week &amp; My Phonebook'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-113972440559587592</id><published>2006-02-12T23:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-12T23:47:46.750+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mixed feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was a weird day - had a lot of things to do some work stuff and some household chores - did nothing and given the current mood am vegetating in front of the laptop &amp; TV - this will mean postponing them for a couple of weeks as am working next saturday. Need to get out of this lethargy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met R &amp;amp; V for lunch at Soulfry - the fish or chicken thali there has almost become a ritual for R &amp; me. This should be last of such meals for the next three months. It is just too much food to eat. I am a Glutton on top of that had dessert -whats come over me I seem to be on suicidal path to obesedom. I don't like the way I have started looking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post that - V wanted to hang out have coffee etc but was sleepy and had a switched off empathy drive - could see the need for conversation in his eyes and his anxiety about life/career/ meeting B in the evening. Just was not in a mood to be the sounding board - so left him in the lurch and came home and slept. Felt guilty for a bit but was just not up to it. Dragged myself to town to meet all them later in the evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans were many - watch Rabbi/IO concert or catch the movie Some like it Hot, dinner at Busaba, drinks somewhere etc. However we decided to chuck the concert and as we were waiting for R,CT &amp;amp; B decided to go for a drink. We tried to figure our options and there were hardly any - Not just Jazz, Geoffery's and Starters &amp; More were three we could come up with apart from Mondy's. Finally landed at Geoffery's and after a couple of Long Island Ice teas we scandalised the punjabi uncle with our conversation &amp;amp; behaviour. CT &amp; B had joined us by them and we were all acting quite silly. Finally decided enough of this we want to dance and hence wanted to try and see if Voodoo's was back in business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For fucking 500 bucks a day the bars can have a DJ - I bet all of them would shell that out in a jiffy - but no the government will take god only knows how long to determine whether they are appropriate - and we have the sad scene of bombay bars without music. Who has heard of such a travesty - we used to laugh at bangalore &amp;amp; delhi and other places where late nights were a no no - but for this to happen in bombay. What do we do - stay there in that awful place or go to Mondys as there are not too many options for "stags". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a place at Mondys - finally music but the next table guys were sniggering we thought at us and I was feeling fairly down that on a saturday night in bombay thats what we had been reduced to. None of the nicer place would let us in. So we all headed back home. The evening made me feel like shit - i don't know why ? Or maybe I do but was angry at being helpless ? Why can't four harmless guys have fun and be themselves without a care ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;And got so far&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't really matter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-113972440559587592?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/113972440559587592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=113972440559587592' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113972440559587592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113972440559587592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2006/02/mixed-feelings.html' title='Mixed feelings'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-113950396795989029</id><published>2006-02-09T22:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-09T22:22:48.036+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dilemmas faced this week</title><content type='html'>How do u deal with someone who lies on your face even though there was almost a 100% chance of getting caught ? Do u let it go thinking they were stupid to do so or do u confront them ? Am really angry, hurt, surprised and amused that someone would do so.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would u bolster the ego of someone or give "bhav" to someone  if it helps u achieve ur goals ? Its not abt being dishonest or praising someone - its just abt asking for help and managing ur own ego. Why is it difficult to tell someone guide me - when its not intellectual but just because someone controls the resources.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-113950396795989029?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/113950396795989029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=113950396795989029' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113950396795989029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113950396795989029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2006/02/dilemmas-faced-this-week.html' title='Dilemmas faced this week'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-113907025816005956</id><published>2006-02-04T21:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-04T21:58:30.456+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A saturday with Parents</title><content type='html'>Got up read the 4 newspapers - had warm home made breakfast in the morning - upma, dhoklas &amp; tea. Who else but mom would get up early to cook a meal :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took my parents to little Italy for lunch - it has had a makeover looks so wannabe fine dining place - they have got the prices and the furniture but why is it so cramped and the layout is really bad. the food was just ok - except that they had an awesome range of juices - had a stawberry &amp; kiwi fresh juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went saree shopping with my mom - a bi annual ritual for the two of us. She tells me that everyone just loves the sarees I choose for her :-)Then we went to buy clothes for my nephew &amp; niece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back had a snooze - and surfed a little bit - This has been a very different visit - i have behaved almost like I would have if they were not there - go out late evenings / meet friends - surf the net like now - maybe given up by share of the tv but not much else - don't know what they think abt all this  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to a few friends / Chatted with a few others &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching phone booth - really awesome movie - had heard so much abt it and for a change a hyped thing lives up to the expectation. colin looks awesome - so vulnerable &amp; so adorable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now watching the lovely Aparna Sen &amp; Lilette Dubey in conversation. All in all a nice pleasant day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-113907025816005956?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/113907025816005956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=113907025816005956' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113907025816005956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113907025816005956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2006/02/saturday-with-parents.html' title='A saturday with Parents'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-113864521333372297</id><published>2006-01-30T23:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-30T23:59:32.986+05:30</updated><title type='text'>19 things about me</title><content type='html'>On request by V -&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;br /&gt;1) am really unhappy that I have no real talent - can't sing, play a instrument, draw/ paint, write etc&lt;br /&gt;2) am disappointed in myself that I have not learned a new skill properly for ages despite multiple resolutions- given them all up half way. things to do list - learn swimming properly, driving, a new language (french / spanish)&lt;br /&gt;3) am a good listener - have been called a mother hen&lt;br /&gt;4) have a morbid fear of becoming fat again -though i am almost there :-( need to really really go on a diet after my parents have gone back&lt;br /&gt;5) am very short tempered &amp; prone to mood swings &lt;br /&gt;6) am possessive and get hurt easily &lt;br /&gt;7) am very demanding of people &amp; hyper critical - expect a lot of people and get disappointed when they don't measure up&lt;br /&gt;8) can spend long periods of time alone&lt;br /&gt;9) love traveling - vietnam was the best trip of 2005&lt;br /&gt;10) have lovely long eye lashes (or so I have heard) &lt;br /&gt;11) still haven't completely gotten over my college crush - half my passwords still have his name in them&lt;br /&gt;12) like reading - unfortunately am getting lesser &amp; lesser time to do so&lt;br /&gt;13) would love to direct a movie or start a restaurant/bar some day&lt;br /&gt;14) can't decide whether I am ambitious or want to lead a balanced life - but defi have a big ego and the need to excel&lt;br /&gt;15) am getting increasingly fed up of leading a dual life - would love to come out to the world after I make it big in the corporate world&lt;br /&gt;16) am very self conscious and hate talking to strangers unless it is very task oriented &lt;br /&gt;17) am not witty and am afraid that people think I am very boring &lt;br /&gt;18) would love to learn to dance but am afraid to try as I might really suck at it&lt;br /&gt;19) need to learn how to network better and keep in touch with people more often&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-113864521333372297?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/113864521333372297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=113864521333372297' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113864521333372297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113864521333372297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2006/01/19-things-about-me.html' title='19 things about me'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-113852379464172525</id><published>2006-01-29T22:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-29T23:01:29.356+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An evening at the Shack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;K, R &amp; I decided we needed to head out in the evening last night - V decided that he preferred to make papads with his cousins and CT was out dancing with "The Boy" at voodoos.&lt;br /&gt;I picked up K and knowing R can never reach anywhere on time - we asked him to meet us at Totos in 20 - hoping that the 40 odd minutes it takes us will be enough for him for his ten minute ride to Totos. We got there in about 40 mins and R had just left home !! Totos was full and they wouldn't let us in (thank god ! Totos at 10.30 at night - 7 in the evening its fine but late in the evening ?) and as to the external world we had no ladies with us - two other options remained - zenzi &amp;amp; the shack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started walking till we reached the crossroads where we needed to turn left for the shack or go str8 for zenzi - and so the practical me suggested we wait at the corner. K almost had a violent reaction and shuddered - "Hukka &amp; Tikka - ppl will think I was there" - he turned and shrieked seeing the Shiv Sagar signage - "OR that I was There- we cannot be seen here". Thank god R rescued us from dilemma as to what would be less CLM (for the ignorant lot career limiting move) for K - to be seen outside Hukka &amp;amp; Tikka or Shiv Sagar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then started I don't care you two decide - but I hate any idea suggested by you routine. I was clear my prefrence order was SHACK, Zenzi &amp; ........................ Totos in that order. K atleast on surface seemed truly indifferent. R the drama queen - thought he wasn't dressed for Zenzi and Shack would be too crowded, would play the same music blah blah but then he said the magic words - " I am ok with anything". Spotting a moment of weakness voted for the Shack and we started to drift towards it - all the while R was cribbing and K &amp;amp; I just humoured him ... Finally we reach the shack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paid our damages at the door - got the Shack stamp on our hands and sashayed our way in and ordered our drinks. Some call centre kids dancing away, some office crowd, etc etc. we thought the usual people -but we sorely missed the presence of one cutie (a mandatory requirement when u go to the shack !). So we had to do with the specimens present - (a) Str8 guy with a gf/wife desperate to dance slot while he sits with a bored to death expression. He sat there staring at nothing in particular - while she sang along the songs and tried to dance around him. We didn't mind as both R &amp; I thought he was quite cute ( we have to do something about this increasing intersection set between our preferences - this won't do). (b) Dancing diva - a green shirt really tall tipsy man all over the place - quite sweet (c) bunch of drunk college guys - in this case they happened to be from R's college and were perhaps trying to recreate the atmosphere of the college party. Which leads me to wonder hmmm what was happening there - this guys were grinding close to each other etc etc - u get the picture ew ew and all that. It was fun to see R desperately wishing that they disappear . (d) smart ass cool dude - Guy wearing a T shirt - Looking for a Threesome - and he was with another guy &amp;amp; a girl - The guy looked quite gay - led me to wonder what was happening - and when he left for the loo the girl was giving shit to the other guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what was so different about the evening was this one guy - whose idea of dancing seems to be to dry hump the air around him - R &amp; K tolerated his presence - but finally when it got too much - I gave him the traditional elbow treatment. For the uninitiated the elbow treatment is when you position your elbow in a manner which pokes the other person very hard everytime he gets too close. After 5 minutes - he turned and asked "do u want a fight ?" I said " No darling but why dont u keep a 6 inch gap between the two of us " It seemed like escalating - but R &amp;amp; K were pulling my tshirt and his cute friends apologised and took him away. This would have been a first for me a disc brawl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the dj's played a lot of different kinds of music - very unlike the shack - announced that they are adding a floor (yipeee !!) - where they will play less loud music (wonder why !!?) - it all got over by 1.15 the dj the tease played - Bluffmaster AB Baby's Come to me song ( the mandatory one hindi number at the shack), followed by a John Denver Jetplane and ended with Lonely lonely ... All in all a fun evening - though i was not a bit high - and we all agreed however much we may grumble about the Shack - it always rocks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Watched Bali &amp;amp; Shambu a play at Prithvi with my parents. Quite nice. The poignant old age home theme - and regrets of unreconciled differences comoflagued with surface humour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-113852379464172525?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/113852379464172525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=113852379464172525' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113852379464172525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113852379464172525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2006/01/evening-at-shack.html' title='An evening at the Shack'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-113828353526649316</id><published>2006-01-26T18:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-26T19:34:30.413+05:30</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went to see Rang de Basanti with the gang. Loved it - very stylish (sometimes it seemed only for the effect and very music video) and very subtle. At intermission K and I had our fingers crossed as we dreaded the thought of it falling flat in the 2nd half. The mood shift was handled really well. Shed tears. Loved the acting by the entire crew - surprisingly even Soha. Sidhharth is so cute and so intense and so ... Thankfully all of us went for one of the crew (R let go of Sidharth for me :-)), V liked Sharman, K liked Kunal and R settled on Atul Kulkarni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us went to the Holiday Inn coffee shop at 2 in the morning - for coffee- ended up having chicken, cheese and tomatoes sandwiches &amp;amp; lots of fries. We are all such gluttons. Reached home around 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChinaGarden - lunch with parents. As usual the food was awesome - despite having an all veg chinese meal !! As I told K there were so many nice looking, stylish young south bombay bois there - sigh ! wonder if I should do the unthinkable and move to south bbay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have the chat window open in the background - nobody is buzzing me (other than those irritating bots) and i am busy reading / or writing on blogs. Such is life - i end up chatting only with friends who also happen to be online. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday work was chaotic though. I just don't know whether i will be able to handle these meetings without getting bugged. The frivolous behaviour - but thankfully it accomplished some of the key objectives. My entire idea of work life balance seems to have gone out of the window with me spending close to 12 hours at work - but anyway who has a life ? Is a date too much to ask for ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-113828353526649316?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/113828353526649316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=113828353526649316' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113828353526649316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113828353526649316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2006/01/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-113803542106031253</id><published>2006-01-23T22:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-23T23:17:54.593+05:30</updated><title type='text'>2 theories and some facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Experiencing a sense of deja vu - have a feeling am going to get caught up again between two friends in their I love you, I love you not plucking petals from a flower game. I am being convinced that noway is it going to happen ... hmmm where have we heard that one before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a theory (actually very much drawn from empirical evidence) my mean talktime follows a geometric progression- 50% (1 other person); 25% (2 friends); 12.5% ( 3 friends) and so on.... you get the idea I suppose. Hence in evenings like last night - with 8 people in the room ( some of whom are close friends, others are people I would very much to like to get to know better) the expected talktime from me would be virtually insignificant. I like meeting people one on one - don't like talking on phone too much either, apart from to a very small set of people. So people who know me well - know I can talk non-stop or listen attentively for hours - but in groups just tend to be a tad quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We all went to meet "The Boy" - this incredibly sweet boy CT is seeing for what K &amp;amp; R described as a regressive ritual of "mooh dikhai". Anyway drinks, indifferent music and good natured ribbing - the evening was good fun. We left them to play Twister - watch out for details on talkingclosets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mirror Mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My parents are in town - I am watching Indian Idol !!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-113803542106031253?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/113803542106031253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=113803542106031253' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113803542106031253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113803542106031253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2006/01/2-theories-and-some-facts.html' title='2 theories and some facts'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-113769024799414970</id><published>2006-01-19T22:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-19T22:51:46.726+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6 dates in 2 weeks - thats the tally for the young pianist unleashed on the bombay scene. From his first kiss a little more than six months back to this - not bad. But 6 dates w/o getting to first base - reminds me of myself and how I used to scoff when friends told me 4 years back that sex was a necessary lubricant (no pun intended) for gay relationships ! He is sweet, arrogant and idealistic - someone is too verni, others too sedate, others too  ... I wish him good luck and hope tonight proves to be different - he has gone a long way for this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I realised I haven't been to as many dates in the last 2 years. But P asked me - what about random hookups or party pickups they surely must be more than dates ? I said vehemently NO ! But why did I not meet some of them for a date ? Well it just didn't seem right. And anyways people whom you would like to date - are not interested - so whats a man to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-113769024799414970?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/113769024799414970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=113769024799414970' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113769024799414970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113769024799414970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2006/01/dates.html' title='Dates'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-113759931735741684</id><published>2006-01-18T20:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-18T22:00:08.626+05:30</updated><title type='text'>3 weeks ...</title><content type='html'>2006 - a 2 hr walk to herald the new years, almost being crushed in a stampede (ok ok a gross exaggeration) , watching K make a move for the Emran Hashmi lookalike ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Goa, new years and friends a heady concoction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night with stars above us and at our feet in the middle of nowhere - simply awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work's been killing -new responsibilities, stretched team and traveling to god forsaken places like Vijaywada. The stopover at Hyd was interesting - did something for the 1st time - unfortunately it ended in a whimper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilty that have not been able to spend time with my uncle who has been in the hospital since 30th - but how do i leave office in the middle of the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents are coming to bombay on saturday !! Not sure for how long !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have half a dozen books in various stages of being read - Venus as a boy, Murakami's South of the border, McEwan's Saturday ; On Beauty by Eco, Kundera's Ignorance and Philip Roth's The Dying Animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally  switched to a healthy option for lunch - its really good - both in terms of variety and taste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-113759931735741684?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/113759931735741684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=113759931735741684' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113759931735741684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113759931735741684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2006/01/3-weeks.html' title='3 weeks ...'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-113488409438117623</id><published>2005-12-26T22:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-26T23:05:16.183+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The blues</title><content type='html'>I should be on the top of the world but why do I feel like I have hit a nadir. I should be happy but ...&lt;br /&gt;Professionally am doing really well, doing work I like, working with people I like and the learning &amp;amp; money ain't bad but ...&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice bunch of friends, have a great time with them but ...&lt;br /&gt;Can't blame it on not having a net connection at home - been online n number of times in last couple of months but ...&lt;br /&gt;Made an effort to go out of my way to meet a couple of guys but ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am going to continue working hard, providing a shoulder or ear as the case might be to friends, and ... que sera sera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-113488409438117623?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/113488409438117623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=113488409438117623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113488409438117623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113488409438117623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2005/12/blues.html' title='The blues'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-113397698401990521</id><published>2005-12-07T22:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-07T23:06:24.030+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Learn new tricks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Had started learning how to drive a month back - went through the motions of going for classes at 7.30 in the morning , went through the farce of the driving test ( 4 hours of waiting for 5 mins of driving) , and had my first real drive to office today. Was a little tentative &amp; cautious - as the classes don't really prepare you for traffic or speed. Couldn't have chosen a worse day - the traffic was horrible - and had to drive most of the way in bumper to bumper traffic. Didn't fare too bad I think. On the speed angle have not crossed 60 kmph yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly though much prefer sitting on the backseat, reading , talking on phone or chatting with friends while the chauffeur bothers about the clutch, the brakes,the accelerator and the traffic on the daily grind from home to office &amp;amp; back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the thought of taking off on the road to nowhere in particular appeals ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-113397698401990521?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/113397698401990521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=113397698401990521' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113397698401990521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113397698401990521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2005/12/learn-new-tricks.html' title='Learn new tricks'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-113397568328954684</id><published>2005-12-07T21:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-07T22:44:43.326+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dinner with friends</title><content type='html'>Four friends, red wine, good food and excellent conversation.&lt;br /&gt;Friends who have grown comfortable with each other.&lt;br /&gt;We bitched abut people, bemoaned the lack of love interests in our lives, complained about long hours at work, planned a trip for new year's&lt;br /&gt;K really slogged to make the food - and like a housewife refused to share the recipe with R.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks K for the lovely meal &amp;amp; a lovelier evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-113397568328954684?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/113397568328954684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=113397568328954684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113397568328954684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113397568328954684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2005/12/dinner-with-friends.html' title='Dinner with friends'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-113319836919876700</id><published>2005-11-28T22:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-28T22:58:35.510+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Workday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Replying to mails, long meetings, some decisions, some discussions, some intellectual masturbation, some gossiping, some bullying, some cajoling, some counseling, and some substantive work that about sums up my day ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-113319836919876700?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/113319836919876700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=113319836919876700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113319836919876700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113319836919876700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2005/11/workday.html' title='Workday'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-113319663101937035</id><published>2005-11-28T22:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-28T22:20:31.030+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Square one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well the dream is over - divine intervention literally - the deal for the house fell through because the landlady had this huge saibaba statue in the house which she didn't want to remove. So I am back to square one. Sigh !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-113319663101937035?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/113319663101937035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=113319663101937035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113319663101937035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113319663101937035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2005/11/square-one.html' title='Square one'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-113285474369320902</id><published>2005-11-27T11:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-27T11:11:55.266+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Snippets from the past week</title><content type='html'>Saw a place on carter road - near CCD&lt;br /&gt;6th floor with a sea view - u literally see into a coconut tree from the bedroom&lt;br /&gt;dingy furniture can be thrown into a store room&lt;br /&gt;fresh coat of paint &amp; a little colour, rugs etc should do the trick&lt;br /&gt;but old building what about the plumbing &amp;amp; exposed electricity&lt;br /&gt;hmmm wondering if its worth the hassle of moving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buying a fancy car and moving to a sea view apartment on carter road - should make me feel better right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemon Grass has changed its decor - looks a lot brighter now - don''t like it much - used to like the darker wall colour and subdued lights. Resisted having a dessert much to K's disgust but one week of no alcohol,no rice or desserts - atleast a start. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met an ex colleague for coffee today, she has turned housewife - painting, learning to sing and taking care of her kids (the younger daughter is adopted). She seemed so much at peace. She has finally stopped cringing when putting on paper her identity as a housewife. She still dreads reunions (being from one of the Bschools) and the awkwardness which creeps in when people realise that she is no longer working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved the way see was talking about her kids - she says she refuses to teach them or talk to them about school work. Instead she teaches them about science &amp; art. Some amazing stuff - after visiting the Louvre her six year old daughter asks her you did not show me the sunflower painting - amazing right. Or taking them to different cities in India for the weekend while her hubby may or may not join them depending on work - Like going to Cal and showing them the tram, the rickshaw, the museums. Or doing the math and giving them fun info like how much they would weigh on the moon etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she wasting her education ? Did she cheat somebody of a seat ? Don't know but I respect her for the choices she has made and she is doing what she feels is important to her and thats what matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to see Harry Potter to see what the fuss was about. Found it ok - but what was amazing was that the though the theatre was full of kids there was no disturbance at all. They all seemed totally engrossed in the movie. Can't understand what the big deal about this Krum chappie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw 'Whats eating Gilbert Grape ?' - Leonardo Dicaprio is amazing - This along with 'The Basketball Diaries' simply stand out - wonder when will he be able to do work like that again in his post Titanic super stardom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lalu's out of Bihar &amp;amp; Sena seems to be on the last leg in Mahrashtra - Buddhadeb has turned Cal upside down - times seem to be changing. While Uma still can't stop whining (Woman if u have the guts - strike out on your own for gods sake and live happily with ur friend Govindacharya) - Firmly believe we shouldn't allow regional parties to contest national elections - the federal nature comes from the Rajya Sabha in anycase. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the Indian economy fulfill the BRIC dream - well if it does it will be despite the politics. Reddy gives Indian banks 5 year reprieve from foreigners swamping them but the government can't get its act together on consolidation. The much delayed pension reforms hopefully will cross the hurdle this session. SEBI &amp; RBI fighting like petulant kids over the debt markets - while it slides slowly into chaos. SEBI &amp;amp; IRDA fiddling like Nero while their industries are on the verge of a disaster. Need a MAS/FSA kind of regulator and need to get professionals who understand the issues on board fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am so glad came out to a friend at work a couple of weeks back. Just realised how I wasted two years. He actually asks about my personal life &amp; we discuss things. Nice. He told his fiancee too and she seems fine as well. The domino effect seems to be working positively for now. The theory that if more people come out more people will get comfortable about homosexuality logically seems correct as then the issue become about real people you know &amp;amp; love and not about some stereotype in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Am more at ease now but not sure when the worlds collide what shape my career would be left in. But I am hopeful it wouldn't matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-113285474369320902?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/113285474369320902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=113285474369320902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113285474369320902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113285474369320902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2005/11/snippets-from-past-week.html' title='Snippets from the past week'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-113250378292102839</id><published>2005-11-20T22:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-20T22:55:32.696+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Two sundays &amp; resolutions revisited</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Been a really mixed up last eight days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last sunday was being social. Met a college friend whom I had not met for 7 years with his wife &amp; kid. Reminiscing about old times, discovering about the turns that our lives had taken, promising to keep in touch more. In the evening met a couple from London, who are friend's of a dear friend H, though I don't see him too often. Had a really pleasant dinner at Otters courtesy H's buddhist fashion designer (BFD) friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today on the other hand have not stepped out of my home - the only people I have seen are the maid, dhobi etc. Just one of the useless lazy day - spend hours online. Met an interesting french guy online - we chatted for hours. He loves India and is dying to come back to bombay. Hmmm we discussed so much from indian generics industry to movies to pleasures of traveling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A status report on the resolutions taken last saturday. Kept one &amp;amp; couldn't keep the other. Yesterday went on a date after ages - lunch followed by tea - conversation flowed and it was fun. Where is it likely to lead - nowhere i suppose. But it was nice and I am meeting him for dinner sometime this week. That was followed by finally going to courtyard with K - it is so different from any mall. Spend obscene amount of money on a designer trouser &amp; a shirt. Broke the going on diet resolution - had beer &amp;amp; ate fries at mondy's. Wondering why does nobody hit on me at parties any longer :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-113250378292102839?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/113250378292102839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=113250378292102839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113250378292102839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113250378292102839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2005/11/two-sundays-resolutions-revisited.html' title='Two sundays &amp; resolutions revisited'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-113177045667687422</id><published>2005-11-12T09:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-12T10:43:50.263+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Has been a very listless week at work, wavering attention, no serious discussions, and nothing very intellectual or exciting to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday met Adman for a walk on carters. We discussed - am I too picky or am I just hoping that one day someone will knock at my window and enter my life ? Went through my phone book with him and I had 8-10 numbers of people I have not met or find cute/ nice but not gone out on a date with. So have decided to meet some of them whom I find attractive and see what happens. Vik - u r supposed to introduce me to some nice people you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met AV for Lunch yesterday - he looked at me across the road and called me, couldn't wait to cross the road - " What have u done to yourself ? You are going fat ! Your face seems puffed up blah blah". Coming from a str8 guy it really hurt - how I envy people like him who can effortlessly stay thin - eat &amp; drink twice as much as me and stay thin :-(&lt;br /&gt;So I resolve I am on a diet - so request all friends not to tempt me&lt;br /&gt;no white bread or rice&lt;br /&gt;no desserts or sugars etc etc&lt;br /&gt;no soft drink mixers for drinks - flavoured vodka on the rocks or whiskey it is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Need to figure out how I juggle time between work, my driving lessons, dates (!!) and gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Rani for a walk/coffee around ten. He was quietly confident , slightly hyper &amp;amp; a little edgy - but I am sure he has will be able to bell the "cat". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-113177045667687422?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/113177045667687422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=113177045667687422' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113177045667687422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113177045667687422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2005/11/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-113148002935146171</id><published>2005-11-09T01:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-09T01:30:29.386+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Headlines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Riots in France ...&lt;br /&gt;Indian software giant TCS buys a company in Chile ...&lt;br /&gt;US has secret prisons across the world ...&lt;br /&gt;Al Jazeera launches a worldwide English news channel ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is changing. Its getting complicated &amp;amp; people need to reassess the lens they have been using to see the world. Swaminomics this Sunday implying "independent foreign policy" could have meant "bought by Saddam" or the lies about WMD and the implications of the Libby indictment. The embedded war footage of CNN or the Al Jazeera exclusives. The Enron/ Worldcomm saga or the Reliance web of companies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-113148002935146171?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/113148002935146171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=113148002935146171' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113148002935146171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113148002935146171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2005/11/headlines.html' title='Headlines'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-113125649970827590</id><published>2005-11-06T11:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:03:58.486+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Juste une question d'amour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sigh ! if only shopping could help - did a lot of that in October, my birthday month. So instead of retail therapy - I did movie therapy and locked myself home till sunday evening. Saw 3 movies - just a question of Love &amp; Code46 on saturday evening &amp;amp; Wonder Boys on sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder boys is a really great movie - surprisingly had not heard of it despite the cast of Michael Douglas, Toby Macguire &amp; Robert Downey Jr and direction by the LA Confidential guy. Its about the one book, one movie, one play wonders who cannot replicate it and lead their lives under the burden of that one big success. Well acted and well scripted it was fun to watch alone at 8 on sunday morning. And surprise surprise this movie has a gay element - Robert Downey Jr &amp;amp; Tobey Mcguire in bed together !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just emphasized for me the centrality of making choices in life as the only way of moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Code46 is a scifi romance. Dont cringe - it has Tim Robbins &amp; Samantha Morton. It is based on the premise that global warming has made large parts of the world desert and you need a cover to enter any of the "civilized cities". In a world of rampant cloning &amp;amp; invitiro procedures you have to make sure u dont sleep &amp; have kids with somebody with more than 25% genetic match. The movie is very disturbing and even if the premise seems far fetched - consider this : genetic mapping reveals concerns - can't get insurance - so can't get mortgage - so can't buy home - and so on ... The boundary between the haves &amp;amp; the have nots is a physical city wall here. The two main leads dont look like a romantic pair but they add an intensity &amp; desperation to the impossible situation they find themselves in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally the delightful french movie Just a question of love - about the conflicts faced by a young guy between coming out to his parents &amp; living a lie to not shatter their delusions. I could so imagine it being translated into an Indian context - the feelings were same and finally as the character says to his father - "It is not about being gay or straight - its just a question of love and I love Cedric"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got dragged by Vik to Lokhandwala - met these really interesting set of people whom I hope to see a lot more of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One more weekend ends - hope everyone doesn't take me to be a movie junkie - just think it is better to see nice movies then meet uninteresting people just because I have place. Also have almost finished reading an improbable &amp;amp; impossible sort of romantic story called Broken April by an Albanian author called Ismail Kadare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-113125649970827590?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/113125649970827590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=113125649970827590' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113125649970827590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113125649970827590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2005/11/juste-une-question-damour.html' title='Juste une question d&apos;amour'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-113117415916943102</id><published>2005-11-05T11:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-05T12:32:39.180+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What do u do ?</title><content type='html'>In a weird mood - feeling a little lost. When intellect can't help you resolve the problem, rectify the situation , fill the void, what do u do ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-113117415916943102?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/113117415916943102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=113117415916943102' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113117415916943102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113117415916943102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-do-u-do.html' title='What do u do ?'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-113104025036360751</id><published>2005-11-03T23:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-03T23:22:04.470+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Jinxed</title><content type='html'>Wrote twice about my feelings about Diwali - both times couldn't post it. Divine providence or awful infrastructure ? Let me attempt a different version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweets, cashew nuts, almonds.&lt;br /&gt;Diyas &amp; fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;Home food cooked in Ghee.&lt;br /&gt;Empty streets &amp;amp; deserted offices.&lt;br /&gt;Emotional calls from home.&lt;br /&gt;More holidays - and more time to drink, eat and watch movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Diwali spirit went to watch Hanuman - horrible Amar Chitra Katha anyday in better.Nice eye candy on Diwali eve at jazz and on Diwali afternoon in Zorro, the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Hindu. Nobody lables me good or bad based on what I do or don't do. I don't feel guilty about not praying, fasting or going to temples. I suppose I believe in God. Huh !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-113104025036360751?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/113104025036360751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=113104025036360751' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113104025036360751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113104025036360751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2005/11/jinxed.html' title='Jinxed'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-113068931718834359</id><published>2005-10-30T21:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-30T21:55:32.463+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lazy weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why don't you blog more often - a common refrain from my three readers ! Well its a combination of a) laziness, b) hectic schedules &amp; c) boring lifestyle. No adventures/conquests to talk about, no decadence to flaunt, no ire to vent and no earth shattering dilemmas to resolve. Just another week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw 4 movies this weekend - ranging from interesting to downright shoddy. the River with the formula of intersecting lives; which was executed with more power in Amores Perros; had amazing production values &amp;amp; touching performances. Latter days a flaky movie which was great fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night was supposed to be a night out at jazz but ended up being dvd night with a couple of friends. TC and i had breakfast at crepe station - i overate am going fatter by the day. Need to go on a diet asap. After ages was naughty again - well it was meaningless so what, right !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-113068931718834359?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/113068931718834359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=113068931718834359' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113068931718834359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113068931718834359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2005/10/lazy-weekend.html' title='Lazy weekend'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-113035028527010290</id><published>2005-10-26T23:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-26T23:41:25.296+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Six degrees - not in my worlds !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went for Anand's kids' birthday party, he is the only person I know who calls his work colleagues, family, in laws &amp; college friends for the same party and leaves it to them to get along... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the kids had left with their entourage of maids and/or drivers the pertinent question was raised- so what will everyone have to drink ? Chose orange vodka as my poison.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sensex cats &amp; market timing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Bacardi breezer in one hand &amp;amp; one year child in another - Modern Indian woman ?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Cribs about bad bosses &amp; inconsiderate husbands&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Chicken only in disposable plates &amp;amp; with disposable spoons !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dieting so biryani - no and Beer uhh- yes &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Whispering soon to be weds, bickering old couples&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Reminiscing &amp;amp; Back slapping.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Incestuous corporate world. S works for a company which is owned by a company X. A is on the board of company X as she works in a private equity firm which owns the majority stake. B works for a fund management company which has invested in the private equity fund. Finally S has invested some of his savings in the fund house in which B works. So is S working for himself ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Got gifted Two lives by J, a friend at work. Would never have bought it perhaps ala Shantaram or the Suitable Boy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-113035028527010290?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/113035028527010290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=113035028527010290' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113035028527010290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113035028527010290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2005/10/six-degrees-not-in-my-worlds.html' title='Six degrees - not in my worlds !'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-113008750546996906</id><published>2005-10-23T23:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-24T00:03:06.773+05:30</updated><title type='text'>1st week of the year ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nice to know ppl care - so here I am ! Have had quite an eventful week, tons of work followed by 4 late nights in a row from wed to sat. Don't worry am not going to bother you with tedious details of my long hours at work - have become an expert at juggling work between meetings. All you non corporate people thank God that you don't have to survive in the Dilbertesque world - though must admit it comes with its own set of perks - like my brand new car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car was delivered on tuesday and the first week itself has a tiny bump - curse the valet at Spring (the erstwhile SOHO and before that Sin - seems like PNC have a S thingee like the K factor for Balaji). Decent food - had a lovely brown 3 grain bread cajun chicken sandwich. The place was totally empty though apart from a couple of people from the American consulate which is bang opposite. My team really had fun and as we had the place to ourselves we made quite a racket. For those who are interested its restrooms are in the gym wet area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed met vik for dinner - an aside cute waiter with a lovely smile took the order. Followed by a long leisurely walk at Carters and finally we went to seijo for a drink. People were strolling in at 11:30 and the lounge was almost full- people have too much money and of course no need to go to work at 8. Vik all your bitching &amp; groaning has totally disillusioned me about what is out there , surely things can't be that bad ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On thursday was an office party - at 11.30 realised have a driver waiting downstairs felt very guilty and did a cinderella - got food packed for my driver :-). Invariably as it happens the conversation went from belated wishes to how old r u to when r u getting married. But got a surprise when I said I am not getting married and one of the guys asked are you gay. Well just said that's an interesting qs and laughed it off - and somehow we moved on to talk about other things ! Any suggestions ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday took a couple of friends out for dinner - b'day treat etc followed by desserts at melting moments hmmm. Cannot have dessert at a chinese place - how many times can one have honey noodles with icecream ? There is a new place called Caravan Serai in bandra need to check it out soon - given that it is part of the China gate/ Golden Orchid set of restaurants. It is supposed to serve Peshawari food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needed to get a lot of work done on saturday however just didn't feel like - so went shopping instead bought some matching floor mats for my car!,got expensive new specs for wearing at home ! (Carrera frames and some new age material lens), finally got myself enrolled for a driving class. Lessons start on friday and hopefully in a month will be able to drive. Went to meet Anand &amp;amp; Alka for lunch- Nicky is such a delight and we both watched Alice in Wonderland while waiting for Anand to get back from work. Leisurely afternoon sipping orange vodka, having home cooked food and listening to their intermittent nagging. Then went shopping for Nicky's birthday present. Bought a cute pair of barbie jeans &amp; T for her - can't believe how expensive kids' clothes are. Went for a hair cut from this hunk at N&amp;amp;Y - need to learn how to start a conversation with him - can't think what to talk to him apart from the usual pleasanteries &amp; how I wished my hair was better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was a blast - thanks &lt;a href="http://talkingclosets.blogspot.com"&gt;tc&lt;/a&gt; after ages really danced. Karma really rocked last night and thank god for a change the music went on beyond two. Quite a few attractive men - however was content just dancing with tc - much simpler and less painful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Saw the movie A Good Woman today. Oscar Wilde is awesome ! One of the characters says - people are either charming &amp;amp; tedious - wonder what the world thinks of me ? Bought this book called Broken April by an Albanian author called Ismail Kardare - hope it turns out well and I can add him to Murakami &amp;amp; David Mitchell as discoveries for the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P is off tom - Best of luck boy and be naughty for a change. btw everyone the other person in the "we" on my last post was him and he was cribbing as to why I didn't include his name. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-113008750546996906?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/113008750546996906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=113008750546996906' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113008750546996906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/113008750546996906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2005/10/1st-week-of-year.html' title='1st week of the year ...'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-112946561402910647</id><published>2005-10-16T21:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-16T21:16:48.906+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Boy</title><content type='html'>Last night nine friends ushered in my birthday at my place. Others called or messaged to wish. Felt a warm glow. All of us reached various degrees of intoxication and finally called it a night at three. &lt;br /&gt;K  - hope to spent many a morning sipping tea from the mug. &lt;br /&gt;Rani - hope to be able to use your gift very soon. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone for the books, the music and the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One aspect which was very sad was I told some colleagues (who I am very fond of &amp; close to) that they couldn't come at 12 to wish me. Damn ! Life is a bitch ! Last week came out to a colleague -  maybe its just a beginning.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Got up early around 7.30 and was home alone till evening :-( . The day has been interspersed with calls &amp; messages. Around 5 went shopping and bought a couple of delightful white Ts from Benetton and a nice one from a new shop on linking road called Arrow Sport. The sales person at the Arrow Sport shop made me realize why I can never buy anything at Shoppers. He was attentive and gave suggestions (which were informed &amp; made sense)but was not hovering over us. There was no place at JATC so we went and had a quick bite at Subway. Am wondering if watching Breakfast at Tiffany's would be the perfect end to the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-112946561402910647?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/112946561402910647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=112946561402910647' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/112946561402910647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/112946561402910647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2005/10/birthday-boy.html' title='Birthday Boy'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-112943885306677502</id><published>2005-10-16T09:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-16T10:30:53.083+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The day before today</title><content type='html'>I hate working on saturdays but the alternative of working today on my birthday was totally abhorrent. So spent the better part of yesterday in office - such are the imperatives of corporate life !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so strange - the most unexpected of people reach out to you on your birthdays. You can sense some of them really feel for you and want to stay in touch - but with what nonchalance you engage in superficial, casual conversation not telling anything of any import and not asking much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand there is the yearning to hear some people's voice - u know they won't remember, u know they won't call but u still hope maybe ...&lt;br /&gt;It shouldn't hurt, it shouldn't matter - its just another day ...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe things have changed as for the first time in seven years I forgot too - 29th sep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-112943885306677502?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/112943885306677502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=112943885306677502' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/112943885306677502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/112943885306677502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2005/10/day-before-today.html' title='The day before today'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-112930914884244220</id><published>2005-10-14T21:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-14T22:29:43.700+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ambivalent Feelings</title><content type='html'>Every year as my birthday comes nearer I am caught up in contradictory emotions - to celebrate or to sulk. Last year wanted to be alone and this year have invited a bunch of friends home. This year has really rushed past and am not sure if I achieved much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have finally succumbed to the expectations from a yuppie and bought a car. The math somehow still doesn't work for me in a place like bombay where getting a cab is a non-issue and the distances are not really that long. But what the heck !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-112930914884244220?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/112930914884244220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=112930914884244220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/112930914884244220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/112930914884244220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2005/10/ambivalent-feelings.html' title='Ambivalent Feelings'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-112921999946196897</id><published>2005-10-13T21:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-13T22:01:20.906+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Movies / Memories</title><content type='html'>Saw eternal sunshine for ... last night. Interesting construct but quite a simple idea about the triumph of love. Funny in parts, touching in others overall a good watch. Kristin Dunst really has a magical presence she  stands out even in such small roles.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One interesting movie to watch about memories is After Life a Japanese movie in which the situation is the exact inverse and the dead are supposed to choose one memory to hold on for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I would ever want to erase memories - however much they may hurt. Anyways what is a memory ? Is it an accurate reflection of what we have experienced or a suitably modified &amp; edited remembrance of the past which fits our image of ourselves today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-112921999946196897?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/112921999946196897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=112921999946196897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/112921999946196897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/112921999946196897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2005/10/movies-memories.html' title='Movies / Memories'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17755330.post-112910304659282526</id><published>2005-10-12T13:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-12T17:39:15.666+05:30</updated><title type='text'>kallat or dadiseth ?</title><content type='html'>Went to dinner last night with K (not attempting a Kafka !) and in conversation two names got mentioned with a response WHO ? I mentioned Keki Dadiseth and he mentioned Jitish Kallat. Could place Jitish because of his work on my friend's desk and remembered a conversation we had about it a few months back. Dadiseth drew a blank from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shrugged it off saying different worlds ! Got me thinking how even in this day of web &amp;amp; mobile telephony we restrict our universe to the familiar. We may console ourselves that they are not relevant to us - but don't we just make our lives poorer by taking that stance. Ah ! how do we make sure we don't miss out the Kallat's of the world who make the world a richer, better place ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17755330-112910304659282526?l=guppietalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/feeds/112910304659282526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17755330&amp;postID=112910304659282526' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/112910304659282526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17755330/posts/default/112910304659282526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guppietalk.blogspot.com/2005/10/kallat-or-dadiseth.html' title='kallat or dadiseth ?'/><author><name>a guppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944225492186916925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
