Coffee turns sour..

Business is all about connections. You meet people, all sorts of people, connect , bond and remain in touch for mutual benefit [In most cases just benefit].  If lucky, these meetings could become casual , acquaintances will become friends, friends shall become good friends. But this is rare to find in the corporate world, since everyone is just about money. If not to bring you down and take your place , then stamp over you and go ahead.

I meet many people. The Good , The Bad , The Ugly. At a recent coffee meeting, I met a person i once had the highest regards for.  When you meet people for the first time, you consciously look for that common playground. Once you have found that level playing field, then the conversations flow.
So we at this fancy place, order has been placed, pleasantries have been exchanged.  and then BHAM..
Nothing turns me off more than having to converse with a stingy or a show-off. And this one is a "SHOW -OFF".   My face turns purple, my eyes begin to pop, my hair begins to curl out of frustration. Why God why, why bundle my admiration in a highest regard bag and swing it to the Show-off wall ?
A person who mentions about his wealth 348 times in 2 hour conversation is [pardon me] the poorest of all. Unless , he bundles all that cash, diamonds and land papers to his grave made of platinum. No, i take that back , not even then.
Excerpts of our conversation  rather BOMBS thrown over at me :

" i love five star palace hotels "
[now i am a person who has slept on a concrete bed, stained bed sheet in Gokarna and paid Rs 100 for a night and consider that as my best trip so far]

Now how will this ever work ??  My face turns purple, my eyes begin to pop, my hair begins to curl out of frustration.

"My extended family are all jewellers.. so diamonds have been pouring in our homes since a very young age "
[now i am a person who picks up pretty looking stones from the beach and make them in to rings.. Gold makes me puke]

My face turns purple, my eyes begin to pop, my hair begins to curl out of frustration.

"Mahesh lunch home looks dingy.. I prefer SOMA for south Indian , You know SOMA right ? its in Grand HYATT"
[when a candy falls on the floor/ muck / dirt , i dust it and eat it]

My face turns purple, my eyes begin to pop, my hair begins to curl out of frustration. My face turns purple, my eyes begin to pop, my hair begins to curl out of frustration. My face turns PURPLE, my eyes begin to POP, my hair begins to CURL out of frustration.  Grrrr

A little later, my mind has blocked that voice registering into my brain. all i hear is this..

[blah = fart noises]

" Last nite... blah blah blah blah , AUDI.. blah blah blah , my SOLITAIRE fell... blah blah blah .. my HERMES BIRKIN bag blah blah blah  i stayed in TAJ LAKE PALACE .... blah blah blah.. but they didn't give me the PRESIDENTIAL SUITE.. blah blah blah.. i will sue them and sign the papers with my MONT BLANC pen  blah blah blah blah... my LOUBOUTINs oh i love them... blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah...  "  

SHUT THE FUCK UP !
 
Its a shame you don't live my life. All i wish is you get to live it one day and that day should be soon.

The milk in my cappuccino turned sour that minute this conversation started.. Sour from the shit you speak.. sour from the bubble you live in.. sour from your stinking guts.. This meeting is over..

I storm off that five star place, drive to a dingy stall on the corner of the road.. order for a cup of cutting chai.. and i am back in heaven.

EAT DIAMONDS.. and POOP PLATINUM... for all i care

Nocturnal Insects Repellants

How can a pub / a restaurant or a food joint on the street cause nuisance or even be the sole reason for illegal practices ? What sort of illegal activities that can go on in parked cars  or amongst diners surrounded by lil south indian waiters trying to sell you more food at these places that shall be prevented by putting a ban to late night hotspots ? 


Clearly when GOD was distributing brains, these law makers and so - called "activists" were standing in the TATKAL line for excess hypocrisy ! 


I repeat this thought in many of my posts, "you know whats the more annoying than annoying ? " READING the newspaper. Let me tell you why. The PRESS has got nothing to do with it. Its the news featured on it, and the mahaan "PUBLIC " make news. People who make headlines are low life losers. words fail me to describe the extent of stupidity , I encounter while my way to work.. 


All of last week, I read that one of the nightspots is under scrutiny. Now by nightspots, i do not mean shady dance bars, brothels or rave parties venues. NO.. By nightspots , i mean, places to hangout for the SANE. Young professionals who prefer to go for a drive around the city, not necessarily sloshed as generally perceived, grab some quick bites and drive back home.. 
For instance, AMAR JUICE CENTER.  Once started as a tiny little food joint,  has now become one of the most sought after food joints in Juhu. It has been popular for years and never once have we heard any sort of issues.. God knows how much have the fed the uniformed creatures to run successfully for years ! A place where you get served the most yummy street food right in your cars, how can it be regarded as a places of illegal activities ? All it does is sells food..


Mumbai is bursting at the seams not since a month or so. There are 18 cars and 45 two wheelers fighting for one parking space at any given point ! SO why crib saying Amar juice center is the sole reason for traffic problems in the entire Juhu Vile Parle area...  Places like Ghetto/ Hawain Shack and other pubs in Bandra too are facing the music. WHY ? because agitated residents are fed up chaos caused by these places.. But Bandra is famous for these places, and quiet honestly they have been there for years.. There reason why these residents must have shifted to these "cool" places is to live with the hype and status. Now , that very thing is a big problem.. My question to these angry residents "weren't you all ever young ? "  Bloddy hell, you must have done the same in your youth , then why is it a big problem now ?...   And now in the midst of nowhere there is 'right to sleep' issue needs national importance ?  Club deadlines have been squeezed, pubs are on the verge of being banned, dance bars- thanks to A douche got banned and risen the frustration levels amongst the masses, everything that relaxes a human mind has been BANDH, BANDH, BANDH !!! Feels like social life is a CRIME..
 These "Angry residents" must be parents of junkies who sit behind the dheeraj / bandra and smoke up joints after joints of pure afghani weed !  What should be banned, is not banned... There are restrictions to places and things that make no sense. Amar juice center does not sell your kids weed, the pan shop beside it does.. So wake up and smell the coffee people..  SANE individuals wish to socialize, eat , drink as responsible citizens and putting a stop to pubs is just ridiculous..  I am furious..  Someone, get me a gun.. 

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I feel very happy today. I feel most of the time I have followed my heart and taken my own decisions. I havent done things because the world says to do this at the right time. I have followed my peanut sized brain at all times ! The key to happiness is balance. We will spend our entire life striving for this much needed balance. Somehow I have achieve to to this so far. Not a great achievement because I have many for years to go... and in these coming years different phases to deal with. ahhhh.. we'll cross the bridge when we'll come to it, right ? This blog entry has no head or tail. so be wise and do/ read something worthwhile(try SHANTARAM). I am exercising my chubby fingers on this keyboard and typing what ever that comes to my mind in pretense that my french manicure would look better on thinner fingers.. lol see i told you.. this entry is pointless.  When we are born, its as though your whole life is planned for you... education.. career choice .. ambition.. (clear throat) marriage age ... how many years later the babies should come into this world .. EVERYTHING..  Who decides whats right.. whats wrong..What if a person grew up to think differently.. .It all boils down to how you look at things. In every angle matters seem different. Humans love it. They love to gossip.. thrive on other's sorrowful stories. I pity these low life losers. Cant find happiness in their own lives and probably never will.. and sadly this world is filled with such people.. Negative energy galore ! All i have to tell them is KARMA is a bitch, baby.. WATCH OUT !!!! bhahaha