Coffee, Smokes and Laughs

Interestingly, this time, it wasn’t the lack of zing thing to write or busy working. There were so many thoughts and flickering ideas buzzing my mind for too long time. Honestly, I was in a little dilemma to write on the precise thought. Too long time, isn’t it? Huh! Anyway, let me not scribble down exclamations any further. Of late, I am being reminded on the good ol’ days I’ve had in my life. Too often! May be it is a heads up for realigning things around my life. Yes friends, the good ol’ days were not just about gulping few drinks and hopping around places with besties, rather it was all about sharing few good laughs, making few stirring memories. Now, when I track back all those, it is upsetting to know that they are all broken boulevards. Friendly interactions have been replaced with business appointments, free spirited conversations have now become planned agenda discussions, and what more, and walking into your friends’ house without any prior notice is almost a pass...

The love for the old jeans is the best thing one can never miss in their life. Yes friends, every almirah will have a purani Jeans (old Jeans) albeit some may be of no good fit anymore. Damn the Mayonnaise and Cheese burst junk that we end up binging on. Especially, if you are Hyderabadi the culprit for killing the happiness of wearing your old Jeans is the yummy Biryani. Kya Karen yaaron… Yeh biryani… mashallah… duniya ki aakhri cheez hai. Truly, it brings back so many memories in our lives. Well did I say memories? My day usually begins with a late wake up and sprint around the house to finish my chores and frisk like a cop for picking up my stuff.   During this entire frisk, I often put my fingers on my old jeans only with a hope that someday or other, I will regain my shape and come back into those old pair of jeans. Well, to be honest over the years I think I must have grown up like an amoeba. Hate my lifestyle and my food habits.   Every time I lo...

With the charging excitement and burning asphalt, here I am on the road again. And this time the road trip did all the magic it was supposed to. This short getaway also seemed to be the sequel to my recently done Goa trip. Hmm… did I mention Goa? Let me talk about it in my next article. The quick trip to Basara was keenly looked forward because it was a family outing after really long time. And guys, it was actually really long time. The destination is quite a famous pilgrimage as Goddess Saraswati abodes there.   My son’s Aksharabhyasam was planned there and somehow, I made up my mind that it has to be done in that village. Not that I am religious or something, but my only intention was that we all as a family would be able to spend together in a new milieu. Now I hope many of you may be finding some difficulty to read the word referring to the ritual. Let me make things easy for you. It is a customary indicating the child is now ready to obtain formal education. “Welc...

Hello Coffee, Smokes and Laughs lovers. Now, this has been really long time I wrote something on this blog. Not that I am busy or handling too many pressures, but honestly friends I did not want to write just for few page visits. Moreover, I am averse to the idea of writing simply for the heck of writing. It has been a solid 6 months I have shared my last post. So what I have been doing these 6 months is truly very interesting. I have been learning some interesting aspects of writing, visualizing things around and exercise them into words. Ahem! Not to forget, I have been working too during these 6 months with a little more work load that often makes me think when I will work on something that is actually sensible and rational. Need I say more about the how few irrational activities happen at work? So friends, with this entire roller coaster ride at work and life, I happened to reinvent my mind once again with lots of fun, energized activeness and what more, with lots of pe...

While many are in celebrations, my mind is dented badly with wounded thoughts. Sounds a pathos line beginning in the blog that claims to give little fun in reading? Yes friends, I tried my best to get over it, however, the current developments are immensely painful. The new states formation (Andhra & Telangana) has put me in a state of dented thoughts, when I rewind all the things I did since the time I was young. The streets I roamed, the number plates on the bikes and cars I drove, the cell phone tariffs, the malls and theatres and many other belonged to  Andhra Pradesh as a whole. Our proud, historic and nostalgic places etc. all have few interesting stories to share in my life on personal note. Today, these stories have taken an ugly turn and this makes me more hurt as I should refer that “When it was Andhra Pradesh”. It’s so very weird to think about few things in life that are going to be like, telling the stories to my kid that Hyderabad and other part of Telugu...

Hey folks! Long time it has really been and as always started off with this stereotype line. Ahem! I disconnected myself with this blog for quite a while, because I been busy watching my kid do the baby steps, trying his hard to utter few words and what else, trying to write few extremely personal milestones that I have set for myself. Lastly, trying to be a good husband! Truly guys, this is even complex than cracking a toughest Sudoku or aligning Rubik’s Cube. On a funny note, these are little easy for those who have strong foundation in permutations and combinations. Meeting your old friends over a drink or two and talk all nostalgia is something we enjoy, and oftentimes (mostly refers to Saturday nights), we would want to escape from the worldly commitments for this.                                    ...

‘Busy lives’ and ‘hectic work’ schedules have become stale phrases. Ahem! Wondering why I am using these? It’s simple folks. I am away from my favourite blog for around 8-10 months due to my bread winning efforts. Sounds very filmy right? However, I realized I could never disassociate from kissing my blog regularly. Moving ahead of these Kiss and Run talks, just as an effort to clarify, if you are thinking that I am holidaying somewhere in Milan or Rome during this sabbatical, let me clarify you, I couldn’t even go to Manali during this time! Come to think of it, with too many hurdles like EMIs, Credit Cards, extensive traveling and bosses at work, it is a great deal to go to Madina in Hyderabad at least for a typical Irani Chai. By the way, I discovered few grey hair strands, so let me try to do some wise talking. My life during these months made me identify myself with an audio cassette, which we used during those good ol’ times.   (Image Courtesy: Google Images) ...