The alternative

My Passion holds me Prisoner:

2010-03-14T05:22:00.000-07:00

Haven’t I said, that again and again that I am not going to worry and just carry on with my life? What am I supposed to do if my creative mind does not sit still? Even tho I feel that besides my mind is like the Indian railways “one track and dirty”, worry seems to be the easiest thing to me.

My new venture and I call it a venture because it feels nothing less than one. And then as usual I add worry to it and lo and behold it is an AD+VENTURE. Corny ! of-course it is, I’m in the mood for being one, so like my new year’s resolution just let me be.I am on the path of something, I never dreamed that I would be walk, and even If i did accidently … Oh who am I kidding!!!!! I never dreamed of it ever. But it is my passion and I have become a slave to it. Even tho it makes me feel lucky that I have friends who are ready to walk that road with me knowing its going to be rocky for them too, I feel I am truly blessed but on the other hand I feel sad and feel so dirty of going to such extents to get what I want.My obsessive passion makes me feel like I am being raised in an oppressive environment, why can’t people go where they want to go? why can’t people just be?

Its like trying to keep a large red plastic beach ball full of air, pushed down under the waters surface in a swimming pool ... it is taking a lot of energy to suppress my true desire of obtaining that little burgundy booklet. My hearts pure passion keeps popping up every day; it is how i am programmed and i believe that it is my birthright to let that beautiful big red ball of hope rise and stay on the surface of my life so everyone can play and have fun with it.

Impresario

2009-05-20T22:19:00.000-07:00

Yes.... if your wondering about the title, it is coincidentally the people i have been working for with a slight twist in the past couple of years with a proper Mindset. However i am not here to tell you about my work address , which by the way is in a fairly swanky area, with the lobby constantly smelling of a wet dog , residential building.... OK! getting back on track, i am here to tell you of me donning the role of an Impresario once again. With a sabbatical of almost 9 years, My hand movements have almost gone from a slight swish to To get it on baby! But what amazes me is i have definitely become a much calmer being with the odd person in the choir petrified of me. I am glad i haven't lost that touch!

Anyway, my evenings these days are almost packed with 16 enthusiasts who besides vocal exercises obviously need a course on being on time! however, with utmost gleam i can say that this is most definitely the coolest summer i have had since i came to the land of no oil and now no money......... funny in a situation like this i should be packing up.... but when is anything in my life Straight?

So right now, my life is full of fantasies & memories filled with dancing queens singing any dream will do to the sounds of big spenders with special emphasises on money. Now does your mother know? if not, That's entertainment darlings........

Reality Bites

2009-04-26T22:48:00.001-07:00

You would wonder what am i talking about..cause for the past couple of blogs, all i have spoken about is vacations and how much fun i am having doing all that i was doing. Yeah, but now back to reality and righfully said... Reality Bites!
As recession has hit the world like a plague, and people almost loosing their life,time and money it is becoming difficult to stay focused on the positvity that life has to offer. Call it a human behaveriol pattern or just empathy, My secret seems to be getting one harsh struggle from within. I do wonder how can we be so vulnerable that we make ourselves slaves to everything around us which includes people, jobs, fashion, food, mobile phones, cable tv, discos etc. Our constant struggle of trying to live and potraying our lives as large as we can make them appear seems to be the one and only focus in life.
But here's something that i think we should all be doing in these times, dont let things affect you so much that it would destroy you completely, Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a steppingstone. We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up. .
Its only then that we would enjoy the finer things in life, spend time in creating things, like cooking, garderning, painting etc. We are the self proclaimed most superior race on the planet currently, the art of creation has been shared to us by the higher power. lets make use of this and bring in joy and happiness around us.
I know this blog so far has been my most serious blog, but hey these are serious times and the oppinionated person that i am i just had to say something!

Happy Vacations

2009-03-20T09:35:00.000-07:00

I won’t change the blogs name because a Vacations, Relationship advise, love, sex, YouTube videos, and again vacation resorts blog is too long, so for now it stays happy vacations’s Blog which from my point of view is what life should be one long happy vacation, changing plans, traveling companions, and even destinations midway vacation. Isn’t it right. You think you are going one way and suddenly, the weather or any other inconvenience takes you another way, that life, and you should roll with it.

If you have read my previous blog, you would realise that was about a short vacation i took and here i am on another vacation. You all would probably say "wow what a life", well your saying right! hehehehe!!!!!! The year 2009 has definitely started with a bang, my approach towards life has definitely changed and that's thanks to Rhonda Byrne and her secret. Currently i am in London enjoying a much deserved vacation after the long and stressful Dubai food festival that took over my life and taking a little vacation time has given me an opportunity to reflect and recharge. It’s made me even more thankful for everything I have (an amazing family, a wonderful boyfriend and fantastic friends) and excited for the adventure ahead. It’s also given me time to develop a list rules for the road ahead I plan to follow. This year has some definite resolutions which by the way are on a vacation..

Tis! the season to be Jolly......

2008-12-30T00:30:00.000-08:00

Regular non readers have probably noticed a gap since my last post. Yes, this means I have stuck to one of my fundamental rules of blogging.......
For Good or Bad, For richer or poorer, In sickness and health, in Poverty and distress... i happened to hear all of these vows in a language which is my own however not practised that often by myself. In a wonderful setting of a pristine white church and everyone doing their own takeoff on the worlds Fall winter collection 2008, My cousins wedding was the highlight of many people i know and met this holiday season.
For my better half and me, it was a well deserved short vacation with being upgraded to business class and the hope that my better half did not break up with me (that's been the custom, every time we have travelled together to Goa) for my friend Adrian it was another well deserved short vacation from a vacation that he had just got back from, for my mum it was meeting cousins in dozens, for my brother and his wife well.....it was pleasing the family, for my nephews it was one big party and as for my dad and my dog it was back home in Bombay all by themselves.............
Though the wedding and all its ceremonies kept all of us and our stomachs extremely busy we did manage to venture out at night ... Paradise Bar & Cafe at Calangute on a Saturday night saw a few out and about alternatives doing what the Goans are famous for. The wedding was witnessed by many different characters that i was introduced to by my mum or simply by themselves. Some i really did not care about their existance while some set my heart racing. What made me wonder was that everyone somehow were either intimidated by me or were just in awe. On the whole a true experiance of lives, attitudes and hospitality.
This Christmas has been a family affair in Bombay and honestly i am glad it turned out that way. Even tho Bombay is not my favourite places in the world, my family made up for it and MORE... So hear i am Wishing everyone that will not be reading this blog ever and also those who happen to accidentally read it and to me who always checks the site if anyone has left me a comment... Here's to a great 2009 and keep believing that all your dreams will be true!!

Tear A Wrist

2008-11-30T00:07:00.000-08:00

We may have many mixed feelings about whats happening around us... anger and hatred i suppose are on the top of the list at the moment and who ever is feeling this is justified... We studied Ahimsa in school, well i wish Gandhi was alive today....probably the old hag would have said the same thing! but anyway its the 21st century if we as people do not get our act together and stand up for a slap instead of showing the other cheek... there will be no people left in this world only nature which is diminishing anyway!!
The past 70 hours that i have been glued to the TV only makes my stand about India and the future of India stronger. All the fucking bastards that say that Indian Economy is doing well and will boom and all of that, here is News flash... It is never going to Happen!!! As long as India is under democratic rule, IT IS NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN! If you are still wondering why i am saying this, well then you must be really daft. Don't get me wrong, I love India however as long as the country is run by old hags the economy and lives of people will only see a downfall and nothing else.
We call people who enter the country and shoot people terrorists, however as anyone taken a seat back and analysed that the actual terrorists around are our very own politicians.. so what if they don't kill people point blank, but they do kill people a thousand deaths in various other ways other than being shot point blank.
Look around you, have a thought... you will realise that some people around you are nothing less than terrorists themselves!
Friends that are like imperialistic corporate rulers who hide behind morality like it somehow makes their ills wash away. There is no difference between them and all the terrorists. The only difference is that the terrorists are upfront about what they’re fighting for whereas these people have no clue .....this all has to do with control, hegemony and personal gain.
Read the signs assholes(pardon me, I meant Frankly), it may do you some good. And while you’re at it, you may want to educate yourself on the signs... cause life always shows you the signs before you take the plunge!!

Living the secret

2008-11-18T03:16:00.000-08:00

It came to me by utter coincidence, at the usual weekend market that i organise! .....A secret was passed on to me by my better half who was asked to read it by a market vendor. Don't know why? or maybe that's how it was meant to reach me. Anyway, i did start reading it and man i just could not stop reading. I am not much of a reader, or rather i only like reading fairly tales, the last i behaved that way was when i read Harry potter. However the secret got me. Honestly, everything that it said almost got me into tears cause it just made sense.. from that moment on i decided that i shall make it my bible. Have to say it is difficult, cause the mind is very difficult to train, i don't say it is impossible but i do accept its a bit difficult.
I once again find myself changing my ways and behaviour towards people.. but there is one aspect of my life, i feel is over. Its a relationship that had begun in Dubai and guess has finally met its death. It's sad cause honestly we did have many good times, however all i can say at this moment is whats meant to be will happen. At this moment all i can say is a sincere THANK YOU for everything and wish them the very best. This is life and our journey ends here!

I shall speak the truth and nothing else but the truth

2008-11-03T00:58:00.000-08:00

Yeah.. well!! Never in my wildest dreams did i ever know, that i would visit a country such as Serbia. But i did, on a business trip last month and stayed there for about 9 days. But my god... is that place a good looking place or what? Its a bit unfair on God to have created such good looking people and put them all in one country.
I have known that east Europeans are good looking, but never really witnessed that in such a large scale. Here in Dubai one does bump into them occasionally and yes... one does say " Bloody Good looking", but i reckon human looks don't really match up to the way the city looks, or one does not really have the time to look at people, cause one is so busy looking at everything else made around them(artificially and extremely ugly). Anyway... coming back to what i was trying to say is, i have experienced good looks almost like a nuclear explosion. What did i do about it would be your next question? besides lusting and feeling miserable... hmmm, nothing!
However there is one thing that i decided while i was there, and that is i have to get myself connected with this country in some form or the other, and so right now busy working on that. Will let you know once its all done and over with...
While that happens, i have just realised that being honest does not pay at all in life. People find it brash, rude and get extremely angry. I now understand why everyone hates Simon Cowell........ I know that truth hurts, but shouldn't you applaud people who are truthful? why should a truth be told any differently than it is? did we not learn in school that one must not lie? isn't that one of the ten commandments? Now... here is what i am being punished for... for being honest, for speaking my mind out, for not having hidden agendas and for simply speaking stating facts. We are humans, we have a heart and sometimes we do get jealous, we may not want anything bad for others, especially if they are friends. But there is a devil in this world who sometimes tempts you into his side? i know being jealous is a sin and we do feel it almost every period of our everyday lives. But should it mean the one who feels that way is a negative person and that would affect your future? Isin't it better if one moves away and not let his so called negative aura affect peoples future? would that be a wise decision?

Sweet 16

2008-10-15T01:02:00.000-07:00

We have all gone through this period in our lives. Some might call it wonderful, while others would completely disagree and there are some that would not even batter an eyelid for it. However talking about being sixteen, i had definitely fogotten what it is to be that age. I recently happened to be present at a 16 year old birhday party with 80 other sixteen year olds. Not something that i was looking forward to as i was scared of certainly feeling old and a probability of being addressed as Uncle. However I had to be there for a friend and so i went in. As i walked into the party, i knew that it was going to be one hell of a long evening.. and rightfully so there was no one, absolutely no one that i could sit and have a conversation with.. and then i say, it's a "16 year old birthday party"......they dont speak they just scream and behave like..... 16 year olds. what else does one expect from them.
The venue of choice which was acquired after much struggle was filled with juices , loud music, and reeked of cheap perfume, smothered over spotty adolescents. but if one payed attention at the party people, you could actually pull out the leaders, the followers, the nerds, the house wives, the floosies, the bitches, the executives, the manupilators, the gold diggers, the ones that are trying to hard to fit in, the casanovas, the sluts, etc.
The 5 star hotel ball room was filled with every character that one would find in the real world... one wonders, does life teach you to be one or your just born with it. Anyway, amazingly the party went on more than fine, everyone enjoyed the food, especially the Baboi (pork in filipino language) made by the birthday girls mother, who i must say definitely deserves a blog. Music that lacked a professional touch, however worked well enough with the 16 somethings. all in all it was a night of freedom for most people who attended. As for me .. hmmm! i am glad i went there. It made me feel even better of my current age and guess what? i looked and was dressed way better than all of them put together. yeah i know modesty is not my Forté!

Anxiety

2008-10-01T11:14:00.000-07:00

Even tho my better half, friends and everyone who know me personally would definitely be sighing just at the sight of the title of this Blog, I'm writing this, not so anyone will read, but so I can constantly keep in my face how crazy this has gone

As i browse through some pictures of people on an infamous website that has made its millions due to people such as me, i cannot help feel anxiety taking over my body, so much so am all knotted up! But why? .......is it because i see people having more fun than me? or is it because i see people currently at a place where i want to be? or is it just me? i constantly keep telling my self and others that Patience is the mother of all virtue, well... definitely i do not practice what i preach. However, just cause i am aware of my feelings, is that some sort of consolation?

I do not ask for answers, not from my better half, nor my friends and not even from god! ok maybe i am expecting answers from God! but mostly i am expecting answers from within... and guess what, it says YES..YES..YES... but how do i stop this feeling? Its been 7 years now and i am extremely exausted and honestly ......i do not want to feel it any more. But i know myself, i will not give up. Will kill myself, but will not give up. My quest for seeing it in black and white has turned my whole world colourless. So what happens? I remove it, I remove those thoughts from my mind, but I keep going back. This is my issue, my problem, my lack of self-control

Life is a bit different right now... its like being in purgatory... you never know when god will say, OK!! it's time to come to heaven now. (here i go again) whilst some prepare for their honeymoon and some for their so called business trips and some simply tripping over future investments, I cannot help feel... when will it be my turn? how far is my haven? or am i missing the whole point?

Going In Circles

2008-09-27T22:54:00.000-07:00

This weekend , my better half and a couple of my close friends had to go and visit the newly built Atlantis in one of Dubai's man made wonders.. "The Palm". Who says, man made is not beautiful, it may not have a so called soul, but hey guess what!! it was packed with Humans of all shapes and sizes from all over the world. No wonder it felt it lacked the soul, there was no place left for them.
Our main idea was to go and see the larger than life aquarium...like true Goans, after a hearty sea food meal made by the wonderful Mila, off we went to see their brothers and sisters in captivity. Anyway, my better half who was most excited along with the 5 year old who accompanied us as expected , behaved like a kid in a candy shop. The ex zoologist that he is, (Ex i say cause now the only thing about fish that he knows is the way its filleted and cooked on BBC FOOD).
The fish in the large aquarium felt nothing less than tacky fish tanks in peoples home, except here it was bigger, larger and more fish (guess what!! this is Dubai, what else can you expect!) The largest fish amongst the group was the whale shark, who kept going in circles along with its friends, almost putting itself in a dizzy. But when i ponder on that thought its exactly how i feel... Great friends, Artificial place and going in circles.

2008-09-24T02:38:00.000-07:00

When You Believe... is something that i have always believed in, after understanding the phrase from Paulo Cohelo's The Alchemist, i have always believed that when you want something, want it hard and it will happen.. This dream/want/aspiration/ambition what ever i may call it is still waiting to happen. Its been a year since my last Blog (this almost sounds like the first line one would say before a confessional box). I have definitely learnt a lot of things, patience is something i am still holding on to! However somewhere down the line i seem to have lost track of whats to happen when my DREAM comes true.. i believe in it everyday, and hope and wish it happens real soon, work hard towards it... but still don't understand whats the fuss all about?
Created by me, My dream of moving to a country that will probably give me freedom of just being myself. But how shameless and desperate am i....after being rejected once on grounds of not enough experience, "however i think otherwise". I am still pushing hard, paying more money and going through the entire process of stress and anxiety once again. That's when i ask my self, will it be worth it! My inner self says yes and i want to believe that, however is it just me pacifying myself or am i being truly honest?
My new JOY in life is a radio station. Listening to voices and finding happiness from people who are absolutely unaware of my existence. Am sure this sounds sad and i completely agree, however am i supposed to feel sad about myself or get angry with myself? well am just following what everyone keeps saying, follow your dreams, believe in them.. You will, when you believe!

I am still Alive

2007-10-16T00:57:00.000-07:00

I have to be honest... I have had the inclination and all the right words and phrases to write on my blog, However i somehow could never get on to the website cause it just did not let me in...Wonder why!!
I know my last blog was in the month of April and since then many a things have happened and not happened. People have left the country,I had a temporary raise in my salary... yeah temporary cause i was working everyday for 72 days continuously and then worked for 30 days straight once again.
But the best news of all is that, i am now a legal citizen of the country and do not have to do my runs out of the country back and forth... I have even started thinking of my holiday, well deserved and long over dew... England is obviously my first choice.
I have made new friends and was forced to give up their friendship in a weeks time. Stole a few kisses from some vulnerable people. And am on a spree of getting my body to look like a porn star. I have joined a gym called fitness first, which is not too bad, someday day will write an entire blog on my workout experiences.
So mates... now that i think i am being let on this website once again... watch out for this space!

My summer wine

2007-04-03T03:30:00.000-07:00

This is just an attempt once again of writing, cause am bored sitting doing nothing in the office and while i constantly chat with my friends, who probably think i get paid for nothing, i have decided to pen down a few instances and thoughts that might just flow during these hours of agony.
I have managed to make quite a few acquaintances the past week and a couple of good friends, most of you who know me, will probably say... don't you have enough in your plate, but i guess the constant greed that lingers in my self of wanting to meet more people, with diverse backgrounds has exactly been my plan of action. I seem to have managed to charm quite a few people, one in particular... and if he is reading , "well mate! you have charmed me too" Its not so often that one meets someone where the battle of the brains is so poignant. Even tho i may say that i most often seem to win the battle or so i think, it surely makes me feel good.

Here i am, once again stuck for words, so let me write what everyone talks about when they have nothing to talk about, such as the weather... alarmingly the weather has not changed much in Dubai, this most definately is a scary situation with the desert still being chilly and the other parts of the world not being themselves. Whatever said or done, the weather in my room from last night has definately chnaged with the entrant of my new AC. guess my better half is looking forward once agin to becoming spoons, after being kicked away everytime for a want of a cuddle...yeah yeah!! i know you guys must be going. " what a bitch" am sorry i do not like it sticky.

Last couple of weeks, have been very funny, some parties, loads of bloopers, which i probably might dedicate an entire blog on that soon sometime. Loads of fights, mis understandings, compromises and feeling of absolute frustration. The dilema is how long will i carry on living like this, this constant feeling of insecurity that prevails in my heart is unsetlling. I have targets laid for myself, but what i reckon i forgot is that most times, things are not always in your hand.

looking forward to next week, for many a reasons, you may say sad.. but i shall say.. peace and quiet, non veg at last, a class on wine tasting and may be more, right? who knows!!!

Few Nights in Bangkok

2007-02-25T23:07:00.000-08:00

I know this was long overdue. Never did i ever think i would be visiting Thailand someday. But hey i did... Don't know if it was out of choice or forced , as my visa was up, however i did. My whiney, high maintenance friend from England accompanied me to Bangkok. Well Jan and i got a good deal from a friend of mine who recently joined a travel agency (which by the way has given me hopes of travelling places, don't know y!). So as i was saying we got a good deal and stayed in a 4 star hotel in Bangkok while we flew up and down by emirates.

Bangkok as i would put it is no different than Bombay, honestly, it is the same stuff. Crowded as hell, polluted to the hilt with most people looking like decoits with faces covered, a very common scene in Delhi, Pune and other places in India. But hey.. there is one thing about the Thais all of us need to take lessons from and that is with their eating habits, which is 8 meals a day and yet everyone Man, women, Dog is as slim as they come.

I am not an adventurous person, therefore am sure you guys would do a lot more than i did. I slept during the day, blaming it on Jet lag and went out shopping in the evening. Good stuff i say, and will have to admit that the people are definitely very nice. The taxi drivers might take you for a ride but are extremely hospitable which i guess makes up for it, One even apologised to me for the traffic on the road. Unlike the bloody ass holes in Dubai who should be shot at sight.

Anyway i reckon the highlight of my trip was my one day trip to Pattaya which everyone and i pronounced it as Put-ah-ya, but the locals say it as Pat-a-ya. Did not get much time to spend out there as we had to catch a flight back, but i know one thing that i will return to Pat-a-ya once again and this time definitely longer and definitely with my better half.

Size does matter

2007-02-12T23:52:00.000-08:00

Haven't we all heard this phrase, and sometimes even stopped and given it a thought as too, well.. does it matter or no? But i guess we would be liars if we said no it does not matter. Hats of to the people of Dubai for their honesty and contstant craving for the biggest, the largest, the tallest and so on.. Well i never thought in my wildest of dreams that i would be a part of this league. Even tho i call my self a size queen, i reckon it always ended at 12 inches. But i guess i have surpassed myself and since then have managed to organize create the largest buffet in the world, which was a total of 515 dishes. It was a mind boggling experience, exactly the first reaction when you see something huge. A total of 4000 people gauged on the food prepared by top chefs and in a matter of 2 hours managed to clear the entire table clean, thank goodness the table cloth and other decorative items were not edible, however some did take a few as doggie bags.

A week later saw a mass orgy, now now, its not what you think, but it was not a bad idea cause we helped organize create the largest mattress, which could hold a total of 200 people at one go. The same day also saw the largest inflatable in a shape of a bottle, the largest wallet, the longest line of foot prints and the largest pillow fight, all creating this massive feel of size, volume, and girt. So you see, dubai is not ashamed in letting people know that they believe in bigger the better. Cause Dubai does not stop there, we also have the Tallest building on its way, the biggest mall on its way and i guess it will keep getting bigger however don't really know if it is for the better.

For now i shall stick to the 12 inches , but hey a couple of more inches won't hurt right, or will it?

12 days of Christmas- Indian Ishtyle

2006-12-23T00:48:00.000-08:00

Well... This is a tribute to all my Indian friends here in Dubai. It is that time of the year that we should all be spreading cheer and so here it is. Now remember the famous old tune of the 12 days of Christmas , simply sing along the same tune with the following lyrics.

On the 1st day of Christmas my true love gave to me
A totally insufficient dowry
On the 2nd day of Christmas my true love gave to me
2 nosy in-laws and a totally insufficient dowry
On the 3rd day of Christmas , my true love gave to me
3 butter chicken, 2 nosy in laws and a totally insufficient dowry
On the 4th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
4 hare krishnas, 3 butter chicken, 2 nosy in laws and a totally insufficient dowry
On the 5th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
5 Indian games!! 4 hare krishnas, 3 butter chickens, 2 nosy in laws and a totally insufficient dowry.
On the 6th day of Christmas my true love gave to me
6 IT Graduates ,5 Indian Kids!! , 4 hare krishnas, 3 butter chickens, 2 nosy in laws and a totally insufficient dowry.
On the 7th day of Christmas my ture love gave to me
7 eleven workers, 6 IT Graduates ,5 Indian games!! , 4 hare krishnas, 3 butter chickens, 2 nosy in laws and a totally insufficient dowry.
On the eight day of Christmas, my true love love game to me
8 Bollywood films, 7 eleven workers, 6 IT Graduates ,5 Indian games!! , 4 hare krishnas, 3 butter chickens, 2 nosy in laws and a totally insufficient dowry
On the 9th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
9 Tele-Marketers, 8 Bollywood films, 7 eleven workers, 6 IT Graduates ,5 Indian games!! , 4 hare krishnas, 3 butter chickens, 2 nosy in laws and a totally insufficient dowry
On the 10th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
10 minute yoga, 9 Tele-Marketers, 8 Bollywood films, 7 eleven workers, 6 IT Graduates ,5 Indian games!! , 4 hare krishnas, 3 butter chickens, 2 nosy in laws and a totally insufficient dowry
On the 11th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
11 syllable names, 10 minute yoga, 9 Tele-Marketers, 8 Bollywood films, 7 eleven workers, 6 IT Graduates ,5 Indian games!! , 4 hare krishnas, 3 butter chickens, 2 nosy in laws and a totally insufficient dowry
On the 12th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
12 cricket ball tamperers, 11 syllable names, 10 minute yoga, 9 Tele-Marketers, 8 Bollywood films, 7 eleven workers, 6 IT Graduates ,5 minutes of fame!! , 4 Hare krishnas, 3 butter chickens, 2 nosy in laws and a totally insufficient dowry.

Now now.. I know most of you are professional singers and you need music and everything to sing along and as most of you do play an instrument or two, even if it is not your own, click on the following link and sing along http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=owK5tHjL0aE.

Anyway MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL. HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND WISHING EVERYONE A GREAT YEAR AHEAD.

They say morning dreams come true!!!

2006-12-13T23:26:00.000-08:00

I know, the couple of you that read my blog, must be wondering why haven't I been writing for the past couple of weeks. To be honest, its a mad house at the office and also as we are organizing the Food festival during the dsf period, it is keeping me on my toes. But something happened last night which I so want to share it with you guys... No Roy!! No-one visited me in my room while my better half was away, I wish !!! But as soon as I fell asleep, I had the most amazing or should I say funny or may be exciting dream in Dubai.

I was at a party, the event organizer that I am, was socializing and doing my thing at the venue. The event was however full of well dressed people and everyone asking each other , who they were wearing? But then all of a sudden everyone's attention was moved to a very important guest who had just made a grand entry. He was a prince, all dressed in white. The papprazzi was clamoring to get a close up of him, but somewhere within all the drama that was happening, our eyes met and I don't know how and why, but felt and instant attraction. All the time during the event, we kept trying to get a glimpse of eachother and make ourselves feel good about our presence there with our hearts beating at the speed of light.

I suddenly see myself with him alone in a corner where no one could see us. That's when I had my first kiss. Don't know why but just felt that his entourage guarding him sensed the attraction between us and were trying their best to divert his attention. All this while I was still trying to answer this question, why would someone like him, go for someone like me. Cause he was rich, extremely handsome, talented which is a lethal combination and also is the most sort after bachelor in town. Anyway it was time to bid adieu and as our eyes were parting ways, suddenly a young girl comes up to me with a visiting card in her hand. Lo... It was the visiting card that I reckon everyone would kill to have that night. But the dilemma was that it had seven phone numbers, which ofcourse put me in a dizzy as to which one was I supposed to call, as I did not want his men Fridays to get my numbers on their phone. It seemed adventurous, however when I looked closely at the card one phone number seemed rather peculiar. The last digit which was a 7 was cancelled in pen and a 5 was written above it. I don't know why but had a feeling I was about to dial the right number. Which I did, and when asked by my prince in white how did I manage to detect the right number, I very coyishly said it was my inner voice.

We then fix a time to meet the next day , but before I actually went out on a date with him, my blooming alarm clock made its presence felt. Well I must tell you this, that most of my dreams, even if I do wake up in the middle, continue from where it had stopped, just like a movie interval. Last night the same thing happened, I did awake after the kiss and checked the watch, it was 4.30 in the morning. So what do you think? Haven't we all heard this phrase before that "Morning dreams come true"

Why Indians cant be terrorists?

2006-12-02T06:02:00.000-08:00

Ever wonder why we indians are never in the hit list or rather should i say Americas most wanted, well here are a few reasons... if you are still thinking!!!!
1. We are always late; we would have missed all 4 flights.
2. Pretty girls on the plane would distract us.
3. We would talk loudly and bring attention to ourselves.
4. With food and drinks on the plane, we would forget why we're there.
5. We talk with our hands; therefore we would have to put our weapons down
6. We would ALL want to fly the plane
7. We would argue and start a fight in the plane
8. We can't keep a secret; we would have told everyone a week before doing it.AND
9. We would have put our country's flag on the windshield.
10. We would all have fallen over each other to be in the photograph being taken by one of the hostages

CSI - Dubai

2006-11-25T01:40:00.001-08:00

This could be turned into another of Hercule poirots famous episodes... or may be even a new chapter in OJ's famous new book, which I reckon was read time and time again, learning ways of putting a lid on this one.
Well the truth is finally out, the culprit is unmasked and the punishment is Cucumber foot cream to be applied every day. You might think this as not a punishment at all, however ask the accused, its more suffocating than being hanged to death and more painful than the electric chair.

So this is how it happened.... It was the time when I was back home in India for a week. My better half and the accused were giving each other company. when one evening the accused was given the responsibility to feed the fish. The motive however being absolutely genuine, the lack of knowledge was the reason for this accident. I call it the accident, cause till now it seemed like a mistake. The accused fed the fish, however instead of the usual pinch , it was fed a handful. Goldilocks assuming that it was probably Christmas started feasting as tho there was no tomorrow. The little did it know that this was going to be her last meal,she began to eat it all up. It however did not realize that once the food went into its stomach, it would create air bubbles , which in turn would expand the stomach to its maximum and then burst. But it was after this that this mistake took upon a different direction. My better half and partner in crime started worrying about my reaction, as I was getting close to Goldilocks. They thought of a great idea, they replaced goldilocks thinking that was the end of the entire episode and no one would know. What they did not pay attention was , that goldilocks used to eat out of my hand, where in the replacement was very nervous and used to get scared immedialtely. This created a bit of suspicion in my mind, and so the investigation began.

The replacement however wasn't doing well either, tho it was being fed every day its normal amount , it still looked diffrerent, and the other day saw the demise of the replacement too. This happened due to the negligence of my better half, as he had left a piece of glass in the bowl which I reckon was tried and tested by the replacement for it edible properties. But in turn ended up cutting its lower lip. It was then that I decided to get to the core of the matter. And after a few special ways of torture, the truth was finally out.

Well.. now that the truth is out in the open and the whole world seemed to know except me, I reckon the people behind this must come out clean. I still accept and agree this was an accident, therefore the punishment is not that harsh.. However the punishment will have to be accepted ( as tho there is a choice).............

An ode to my straightmenfriends

2006-11-15T01:00:00.000-08:00

Technology definately keeps surpassing itself everyday, and in this century it definately will not fail to surprise all of us, especially the majority species of my straightmenfriends. As for now i reckon the others such as me will have to wait... Infact as i write this i can imagine two of my very close friends who have become sort of constitutional couch potatoes enjoy every bit of this new creation... Roy and Ashish this one's for you.

Time to put a Cork in it.

2006-11-13T00:40:00.000-08:00

You know you are a Goan when:-

1- No matter where you go in the world, you will find another goan name D'costa, D'mello, D'souza, Fernandes, Montoiro or Rodrigues.
2- You have six middle names, most of which you cannot pronounce!
3- You have annoying pet names such as "Bambush", Peetush, Porsulo, Bango or Popot( Which incidentally in Konkani means Dick).
4- You are really confused if you are Portuguese.........Heaven forbid Indian!
5- You make fun of everybody who is brown and not Goan "Bintkar" and make fun of them in konkani.
6- You interject "What, " Man", and "Rey" in every line of your sentence.
7- You show you are listening to a conversation by saying, "really" or " you don't say".
8- You call an older person you have never met before "Uncle or Aunty".
9- Everyone is a family friend.
10- One club is not enough to cater to 10 goans
11- Your family is fighting over propierty they inherited from someone else.
12- Your mother has a minor disagreement with her sister and does not speak with her for 10 years.
13- You think you can sing
14- You drink tea in a saucepan
15- You eat onions with everything
16- You get excited when " King Fish" is mentioned
17- You eat last nights curry the next morning
18- You call mangoes by Portuguese names.
19- You see pictures of the Caribbean and say "Its just like Goa"
20- You get very upset when the airlines refuse to acept your luggage which is 40 lbs over weight
21- You go back to Goa and people treat you like a member of the Royal family
22- You consider Goa as a seperate country and get offended when anyone calls you Indian
23- You are comfertable going back to Goa in hot May, just to sample the Mangoes, Jackfruits and the Miscoot(Pickle).

You are a Mangy if you:-

1- You Desperately try to pass of as a Goan, unless you are in the majority
2- Sunday morning breakfast ahs to be " Neer Dosa"
3- Konkani is never spoken, always sung.
4- You are always loooking to marry a Goan or an East indian
5- Every other mangy is a far off realtion
6- You are falling over each other to get Pork sausages from Goa
7- Your passion is money and you know nothing of football, hockey or cricket
8- Your favourate holiday destination is Goa
9- You buy the smallest shrimps in the market, cook it with Okhra and call it a delicacy
10- Goa sens their sausages and feni all over the world, you only sent your tiles to Goa
11- Your brother- in- law is called "Bhoji"
12- A festival is incomplete without "sannas"
13- You wear high heels to a dance and then go barefoot on the dance floor because it is more comfertable
14- Every sentence starts with a " Kale Gi" and ends with a " Woi Gi".
15- You must speak English in public even if it 14 carat.
16- You invite family to visit you in Canada and give them long lists of things you need from India.....The list goes on and on......

Well i hope this would clear the age ol fight between the two communities, I'd say one better than the other... or worse.....!

I Dream of Jeans

2006-11-06T00:02:00.000-08:00

A total of 33 shops in the span of 4 days have been visited by me for a very simple buy called a pair of JEANS!!!! I needed a pair of low rise blue jeans (u would also know it as low waist jeans) to go on a very sheek ensemble that I had put together for a party that I attended last night. Now you would ask .. Why did I have to visit 33 shops for that?

Good question!! Of course, I myself am trying to figure that out. Every shop that I went to, said low rise jeans not available. Some said they are out of fashion, mind you I did go to the Lakme India Fashion Week on Saturday ( Thanks to Nisha) and all fashion victims, enthusiasts, stylists were in nothing else but low rise jeans and some, even in ultra low rise.

So My hunt for low rise jeans continued. Hira Panna in Hajiali, yes also next to the famous juice centre, is a market where import or export without paying lawful custom charges or duties is a part of everyday life. Bottom line... I was told No low waist jeans, out of fashion. So angry and upset with the fashion sense of the so called substandard that is being shoved down people throats, I go home hoping to find my jeans the next day.

I try my luck with much apprehension in new Bombay where I live, and rightfully to my expectations I did not find any. Of course one guy, who looked as tho he definitely did not know how to spell the word fashion, said that low waist jeans are for women , when infact I was wearing one myself. I pointed out to the one I was wearing and he sheepishly smiled and opened the door for me, happy to escort me out of his misery. I go to the next shop and straight away ask for a ladies pair low waisted jeans. Having raised enough curiosity in their mind, I am escorted to the ladies section to try out some jeans. However they turned out to be worse than the guys.

So the time for the party arrived and there I was wearing my old low waisted jeans still looking fine. Yes people seem to like what I wore tho. But this is what makes me mad about this country. Everything and I mean everything is substandard, food, clothing, roads, shelter, the system, everything and people are paying equivalent to what we are paying for in Dubai and sometimes even more. As far as my jeans are concerned, I did ask a couple of them at LIFW where did they get their jeans from and guess what the answer was...... Dubai of course!! So having said that can't wait to get to Dubai to buy a low rise pair of jeans, not because I need them, but because it has now become an issue with me. Kindly look at the picture for the various low rise jeans available in the international market except in F@#$ing Mumbai.

Home sweet Home?

2006-11-03T01:18:00.000-08:00

For a normal human being, this would be an ideal vacation. Great food, watch TV, sleep, go for a walk, read a book and surf the internet!!! Now ... You must think that I am really enjoying myself. Hec nooooo, cause I am sooooooooooooo bored!!! Y u ask? Well... Cause I am doing all of the above and don't find anything exciting. I miss the late nights in Dubai, I miss fighting with my better half, I miss the traffic, I miss the parties, I miss making breakfast on Friday mornings, moreover I miss my friends!!!
Its great to be home, I was welcomed with solemn expressions on my parents face, and especially pepper who doesn't know how to curb her enthusiasm even tho it was the wee hours of the morning. Her barks woke the entire neighborhood up. She usually pees in excitement,but did not this time.
I knew that my taste buds would be doing the tango as long as I am here, and that's exactly what my mum has in mind. We are a fish and rice culture at home and I definitely had an overview on my plate of what's to come during my stay in mumbai.
The weather in Dubai is definitely much better than mumbai, you say dubai is hot, well Mumbai is hotter, maybe its me!!! Well stop sniggering, I know u must be doing it right now.
The traffic is horrendous, the roads have so many potholes that its a miracle that any vehicle can even maneuver itself for 5 mins. You definitely don't need a work out, cause while traveling your all over the place.
So what's nice about mumbai you say? I honestly cant think of anything.. No I am not being racist, but I seriously cant see anything nice. Its the usual and substandard. Has Dubai turned me into a brand slut. Its scary, but hey these are exactly the same reasons why I opted out of Mumbai.
Anyway, the best of the lot was a toast from my father, who says I need to fulfill his last wish of tying the knot. "No problem even if it is an Arab women" is what he says.
CHEERS TO THAT!!!!

Friends are what makes this place worthwhile

2006-10-24T23:13:00.000-07:00

Weekends... don't count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless!!
Well i don't know if i did just that, however can definately say, that whatever i did, i bloody enjoyed it. This morning my hair may be brushed but my mind was untidy with a million questions. i've had about 7 hours of sleep since thursday. No wonder i feel that lost sensation, i am sunk from a riot of partying.

I was a part of a desert safari. My first experiance to something called no frills . No camels, No henna ladies, No belly dancers, No dune bashing.... NOTHING!!! but a safari it was. However, It ofcourse has changed my views of travelling Air arabia now, which is UAE 's no frills flight. I just might take it.
Having said that, everything about the safari worked. We had absolutely the most competent people amongst us who would give any belly dancer a run for their money. I don't think there could have been any increase in sophistication in the group, with everyone dressed as tho they were attending a posh film festival in the out backs.
I am glad alcohol was not my priority that evening, especially after being refused by a so called indomitabile figure. I felt a huge sense of obligation creep inside me, almost in a moral sense to hit the dance floor and i went into heavy moves of gyration and what have you, which finally sustained me preety well through the kind of ....Ah... downer or should i say the lack of it.

There were a lot of talented Guys on the dance floor, who were doing their thing, as observed by my kiwi friend and others present. Amongst others were also some guest stars who came in a bit late , they were always trying to find a new plot for their characters because they wanted to stay. After 7 hours of continues mayhem and dancing, a couple of us were put to sleep with a lecture in History and Shakesperian english, with a complete motive of keeping us awake.

Early morning saw the sunrise of loud cries of frustrated good mornings and mawkish, sluggish behaviour of someone present that made my good friend Pooja do a 360 degrees turnaround from a want of not being a part of her proud culture.

as they say alls well that ends well . My weekend of course came to its final stages at the aviation club to watch the musical "Dancing Queen". Well... this only goes to confirm that no body can do it better than the alternatives.
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Happy Birthday Nisha

2006-10-20T04:47:00.000-07:00

Last night we celebrated Dhan teras at Jinesh and wonderfully vain pooja's posh villa. It was decorated completely with runner lights which definitely gave all of us a wonderful feeling of diwali. Unlike diwali in India, where people actually wait to leave the city due to all the noise and pollution of crackers. The very same seemed like a lot of fun in Dubai. Great food, Great ambiance and best of all great characters at the party. An eclectic mix of all types of people were present at the party. From Socilaities to entrepreneur's to film actor to insecure husbands to alternatives such as me, were sharing sweet nothings with each other. We were all dressed in our Indian bests, looking all glamorous and dazzling. All ready to be picture perfect for a page three article.

At the stroke of midnight a loud and absolutely toneless song mixed with a million bum notes resonated the air wishing my very dear friend Nisha a very happy birthday. Everyone gathered around the table and saw Ashish (Nisha's husband) all coy when asked to do his usual at every birthday, that is smearing the cake on the birthday boy or girl. However after all the coaxing and shouting, the cake was smeared!!!

After a lot of diwali sweets in our tummies and feeling absolutely caloried to our gills, we left the party to go to spend the night at nisha and ashu's house, which by the way is our usual weekend agenda. However only after dropping the extremely tired film actor to Umm al quain, where all the film crew seem to be waking up from the next days shoot, we return back to the house. I am glad that nisha liked my gift, I do see her using it.

Thank you jinesh and pooja for that wonderful party, Thank you Nisha and Ashish for accommodating us every weekend at your home. And hey Nisha once again wishing you a very happy birthday and loads of good luck to you in all your endeavors.

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A Bad day

2006-10-16T01:41:00.000-07:00

Yesterday saw me depressed after a very long time. An array of mixed feelings had gotten me all flushed with anxiety. And so everything seemed to go wrong. My day began with a small tift with the pain in the ass (you must know by now, who that is). He is in a constant stage of obliquity. well, these days he is in the stage of making things more smooth around the office, so he had to pick up a document from my house. I give him my house keys, and instead of picking just the document, he picks up all the folders and plastic bags along with it. he shuts the door, goes to his car and drives away at the usual speed of 140 kmph. After a couple of hours my better half gets a call saying that there were some important documents with his name and numbers lying on the extremely busy street of Bur Dubai. The nice gentleman (god bless him) say'd we could pick it up in the evening. This made my head spin, cause if the papers were lost, my better half would have to leave The land of no oil.
I tried to compose myself and confronted the accused with the situation, and as usual came a loud, campy, extremely irritating gestures of apologies.
The next part of the day had me off to the fairmont hotel to meet another friend of mine, and on my way back i had to hail a taxi. the driver did not seem pleased one bit to have me in his car , guess he was waiting for a hot blonde to maneuver his steering wheel. when i told him where to go, he tried to skoot out of this drive by saying he doesn't know where is Bur Dubai... right!! as absurd it sounds, i tell him that i know the way and so he had no choice but to drive me home. Once i reached home, i give him a 50 dirham note at which he says he doesn't have change. He was trying his best to make my life difficult as i was not his preffered customer, however I agreed to step out of the taxi and get him change and as i did that i saw the meter showed 13.50. I gave him the exact change which i managed to get it from a grocery, However by now the meter had gone up to 15.50. we got into an argument, of how he had to stop the meter the minute i got out, but he raised his voice and tried to intimidate me. With a feeing of exploitaion and also the want of shutting myself indoors for the rest of my life had me pay him the money. I saw him snigger while he drove away. Angry, sad and miserable i head off home.
It only took a box of chocolates, a good shower,BBC food, chicken tikka masala and the presence of sid, my kiwi friend n my better half to make myself a wee bit better.

Goldilocks

2006-10-14T00:25:00.000-07:00

This weekend saw a new entrant into our humble abode. Goldilocks!!!! Who seems to be adjusting herself within the four walls of her house quite well, while she watches her distant cousins on telly be some snooty chef's wonderful creation.

A gift for my better half on his birthday by my office mates, have catapulted them into his heart right on top. He being a topper in zoology, his interests in nature seems no bounds, to an extent that it mesmerises you and makes you wonder, what is this man doing in the desert? Anyway... While Goldilocks happily swims in her little bowl, my better half this side was getting all flustered of how it needs a respiratory system or else it would be a part of the other world. A regular Mouth to mouth resuscitation also did not seem like a good idea as that would mean one of us would have to give up our day time jobs. So a AED 35 respiratory system was bought an installed. Now she is full of enthusiasm and sometimes makes me wonder doesn't she go dizzy of going round the bowl all the time?

Do you like the name Goldilocks for a fish? Well my better half and I were in this weekend argument of what should we name her? ummm.... Him? Well ...We still do not know what is it? or is it just another alternative such as me? Anyway back to the name game my better half decided to call it "Rats"... yes you heard that right, RATS!!! imagine calling a fish a rat, how absurd is that. Thats like calling a cat " Snoopy" or calling a horse "Hippo". Well the name rats came about as it is an amalgamation of the fist letters of my betterhalf and the office mates... It isn't over last night as we drove back home, there were loads of permutations and combinations to rats.Such as STAR, ARTS and at last something happened which I was dreading... My name was dragged too and then the beautiful fish became BRATS, BARTS. Poor fish I am sure, it would rather be a snooty chefs creation than to have its reputation tarnished with all these names.

We haven't decided what should we Christian her, but I reckon if I continue calling it Goldilocks, it just might be the name for her. So there you are.My wonderful weekend. Ofcourse I also did see something spectacular, out of this world and every humans dream. But have promised I won't say a word. So i Guess you would just have to wait.........

My First Surprise

2006-10-11T04:00:00.000-07:00

I Hate surprises..... but unfortunately no one can live with or without them. Guess life is the biggest surprise one can ever have. But to keep the big surprise alive we need to bring about the existence of smaller ones. Such as the one i got last month and since then have been wondering how do i match that. Well here is the surprise i got: The event-My birthday, the time- At the stroke of Mid-night, the lights were turned down to a sombre romantic mood with the help of a lamp that seemed like it has just gained consiousness after a harsh accident with bandages all over. Two long stemed dark red glasses filled to the brim with irish liquier, escorted by8 very tiny party boxes in a tray that did not match any content on it. . I was asked to take one sip of the irish liquier at a time and open each box and also had to finish the entire glass in eight sips which were supposed to represent our 8 years together.

Now came the big hurdle of finishing the entire glass in 8 sips, especially for the me, who starts doing the ballet on the 2'nd sip. The first sip happened and the first box opened and out came a macintosh chocolate, gasping for air out the tiny box... I knew exactly how it felt as i was mouthfull with irish cream and chocolate. The 2nd, the 3rd, the 4th, the 5th, the 6th, the 7th and then came the final sip. By this time i wasn't thinking cause irish cream was coming out of my ears, and to see the excitment on the face of the love of my life got me intoxicated even more than the percentage in the alcohol. There was still some left, too drunk to realise what comes next, i suddenely see myself bite into a hard object. The sparkle of the object suddenely glowed in both our eyes and i realised i was being proposed. Never did i think this would happen in my lifetime. I saw a small tear in his eyes when i said yes. The next thing i remember, i was behaving like every other drunk man who does the usual after getting drunk.

So the trauma to match that started haunting me from then on. I did think of ways, but were not possible as it needed an event company to organise it. So had to think something fast,simple and intimate. Therefore last night at the stroke of midnight, while we both lay next to each other arm in arm and legs coiled watching Jennifer Love Hewit's life being sucked out by a man killed in a war against rascism. I decided to call him , i gave him a call on his phone, it did not ring... i realised the phone's not getting any signal, so i lean towards him and kiss him happy birthday, with my arm doing the tango behind my back trying to grab hold of the blooming phone (Which apparently was his gift) I atlast get hold of it and call him.. laying besides him and wish him a happy birthday on his new phone while the screen flashed "Better half". A surpirise it was, my very first, i guess i did make an attempt and it was well recieved.

Well so you see, why i hate surprises, Its too many uncertainties!!why cant the love of our lives be happy with a simple I love you, why do we have to do the extraoridinary to show them how much we love them, whatever happened to good old simplicity. Now now .. did i not say that my life is anything but straight.

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Pain in the ass

2006-10-09T03:17:00.000-07:00

This is my Boss!!! now does that sound familiar to anyone of us!!! infact this would sound very familiar to him if he read this. They say that procrastination is the mother of all fuck up's and thats exactly what happened to my boss, he apparantly had to get a syctical operation done, which he neglected for the past couple of years. a small lump turned into a large and painful experiance, where he couldn't even sit... forget sleeping, nevertherless he still drove his new BMW and managed to bang the rear view mirror while adjusting his own rear in the car!!!!

whilst on the boss issue, Lets speak of my other boss. He is good looking, rich, talented, stylish and a good human, now that would be a lethal combination in a man! wouldn't you agree with me? However lets fix a time with him and you will get an answer" in 5 minutes or i am on my way. Two days later... the answer has definately not seen any signs of evolution.

Ever wonder why do we always have problems with our bosses? All my life i have had people who have abused, cursed and spoken ill of their bosses, never ever ,have i met people who have said that thy have a great boss, they are always a pain in the ass.. Now where does the problem lie... in us or them? My better half always says his boss is a fartface, she is all air and no volume. A kiwi friend of mine says his boss is a nice man but is not in touch with his Human self, so indirectly a bit of a tyrant. so what kind of bosses would one want ...The straight boss, the Gay Boss or the Women Boss.

Most bosses know instinctively that their power depends more on employee's compliance than on threats or sanctions.By working faithfully eight hours a day, you may eventually get to be a boss and work twelve hours a day but thats only if you have managed to get the box sacked. So on that note go ahead and try your hand at being a boss. If you are a boss and think that your's is the final verdict, then stop for a moment and look around. I have to take leave as my boss's are being their usual selves.

The not so alternative side

2006-10-07T23:38:00.000-07:00

Well... so here is an attempt in what i call, the next step to winning a Pulitzer prize. However before i do , i guess its only fair that you know a bit about what i have been upto the past 30 years. To put it in a nut shell :

“To exist is to change; to change is to mature, to mature is to go on creating oneself endlessly”. These words I best define my approach towards life. Back in school I was known for being the most well spoken kid… Call it the gift of the gab or just plain luck. After my days as a student, my stint as a music teacher with two very reputed schools in Bombay was a great experience. Music gave me a kick-start in life as I sang for jingles such as Coca Cola, Pepsi, Kellogg’s, ICICI Bank and many more. Other hours in the day saw me acting in musicals such as Man of La Mancha, Jaya, Evita and modelling for television commercials such as Liberty Gliders, Mc-Dowells Soda and Pringles.

It was here that I was introduced to the world of Production and Television presenting. I assisted various people in production for ad films and programmes aired on Zee TV, Sony and Star. The desire to present a show landed me a job as a VJ with channel V, with my own show called Angelo’s fun time club, which even bagged a Promax.

International opportunity then knocked my door in the form of presenting a show called the Bombay Blush for the BBC in England. I did some very interesting work there, showcasing India, not just a place of snake charmers and elephants. The show lasted two seasons and saw a substantial increase in the TRP ratings of the channel. I was even invited on the big breakfast to perform live on national British television.

However, living in another country got me wondering. Why is a language spoken so well in one country so difficult in another, especially after hundreds of years of colonization? That’s when I decided to be a trainer back home and teach people to communicate easier with each other. Since then, I have trained a number of people from diverse backgrounds and managed to build an excellent rapport with every one of them.

It was here that I was struck by the art of public relations and began polishing my skills in business development. My interaction with multinationals and varied industries taught me endless corporate do’s and don’ts. Once again an opportunity to explore the International market was given to me, where I was offered the job as Manager –Events & Public Relations for a Dubai based company. So now you would have a faint idea of what i am all about. However, this as i said is not the alternative me. Well keep reading, cause this is one guy who's life is anything but straight.