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You say I’m not doing it well. You say my ways are inappropriate. You think I’m not dealing with my issues. You say I dont have the right to end it. But whose life is it anyway??

“Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his or her own.“

paulo coelho

The Alchemist

This sunday we again ordered ‘Mamamia-Say Cheese’. If you are wondering what does that mean, you probably have never eaten Papa John’s  Say Cheese Pizza. In such a case, I strongly suggest you to stop reading this blog right now and order that sinful mouthwatering delight which is so aptly named-’Say Cheese’. Although while eating it we don’t ’say’ or speak anything(all the focus is on the eating) every bite of it is filled with cheese and it is awesomely yummy. Best ‘all cheese’ pizza of my life.

Half mamamia(5 slices) plus one pepsi made my sunday awesome. I might sound like a food-a-holic but yea its true, a pizza is sufficient enough to lift up my spirits and make me happy I have eaten so many say cheese pizzas from papa john’s , I don’t even remember the count.

Also, this saturday we had exotica-cheese filled crust at Pizza hut and believe me these two pizzas have been the highlight of my weekend. Pizza hut of Guwahati is far better than the Bangalore ones. Its less crowded over there, pizzas are tastier and the type of music is within tolerance limit. Yea the vengaboys they play is really better than kannada radio fm over here.

Another thing I didn’t like was the chairs. There was a big rush and after half an hour of waiting we got seated on ‘chairs’. I love sitting on those comfy sofas. That is how food is supposed to be eaten- relaxing on sofas, eating pizzas and ready to fall asleep any second.

Why do they have CHAIRS  at food joints!!!

Seriously, you are still reading this blog?? There is no story, no philosophy, nothing remotely sensible for intellectuals like you. Its all about pizzas and other delicacies God made to keep humans happy.

This wordpress is a very nice platform for people like me to write things like this. And so I take great pleasure in introducing a new term for grouping a large number of people for the sake of easy identification. Here I give you- ‘Pizza Person’

Its pretty simple,whoever ‘loves’ pizza is a pizza person. And by ‘loves’ I mean a serious relationship with that oven baked cheese tossed bread. A ‘one-dinner-stand’ will not do. There are going to be only two things- Pizza Person OR Not a Pizza person,, nothing in between, you have to decide you are in love with pizza or not .You cant be like- It doesn’t really matter,I can eat pizza sometimes-NO-You have to totally fall in love with pizza to be a Pizza Person.

If you are reading this blog and you are ‘not-a-pizza-person’, I want to express sorry for the loss your tastebuds are suffering. And to all my fellow Pizza People: stay tuned for more on  Pizzas, Pizza outlets, fundaes and faltu bakar like this blog.

Keep Eating!! Keep Njoin!!

urs,

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We were returning from office. It was a lucky day cos we found seats in the bus but they were apart..  I got a seat in one of those facing compartments of bus where you have to sit with a stranger beside you and two strangers in front of you (I recall this from one of the bus design presentations we had in iitg that motive of such seats is to increase interaction between passengers)
but in reality I realized,  I’ll have to bear the people in front staring at me because there is  nowhere else to look and in return I’ll av to stare at them.

A middle aged  aunty sat beside me..  her smile was quite friendly. She tried to say something in kannada which I couldn’t understand. May be that was just a conversation starter which ended as quickly as it started. In front of the  aunty, a kannada girl of my age was sitting.Her conscious seemed to wander in space and her eyes were repeatedly looking at her cellphone. Beside her sat two kids,the center of all my attention. The boy was around 7 yrs old and the girl was around 5 yrs old..

The siblings were sharing a seat and the brother had his arm around his sister and was showing her the things outside the bus window and telling something in kannada which obviously I couldn’t understand. But I could see that the brother was trying to answer each and every query of his lil sis. Then after some question which I wasn’t able to understand and an answer I couldn’t decipher d brother kissed lil sister’s forehead and said something very cutely. After a while they started arguing also and had a little fight.
They started staring at me because of my constant attention to them, girl asked something,boy answered something I knew they didn’t  like me looking at them  so I started looking outside the window, I remembered my childhood days.. the trips me and my elder brother had.. the kisses on my forehead, the fights we had the things he taught me, the gifts I forced him to give me, the pencil box of mine he used as ash tray,  the endless talks about his college and my school, the scoldings, the blackmailings, the guitar he gifted from his first salary, the pathetic guitar lessons I gave him, the dal batis
he prepared for me, the coffees I made for him,, and the most recent ones like the late night talks on the phone about his office and my college and I wondered how such a great distance which exits between us doesn’t allow me to have his shoulder wen I feel like crying and my forehead doesn’t get his kisses and still I know he is there for me, he has always been there for me and will always b there..
That little sister and brother made me once again feel the love and recall the moments with my brother.. and I know he will travel the whole night to be here on my birthday.
.. He has been with me on my all 19 birthdays.. And I’ll sit  with his arm around me and he will show me the Bangalore city and will answer my every question on the way..

ohh so sad.. u av been bluffed by my gtalk status msg or personally forced by me to visit dis blog…
nyway as u av already wasted ur precious tym to read dis post.. ryt a comment!!      it’ll lift up my spirits to ryt more posts of dis type …
: P

basically i dnt av nethn to ryt on a blog.. i av stopped writing poems and nythn i ryt oder dan dat cnt be considered gud enuf to blog and brag abt..
reasons for starting dis blog:
[1]m bored of orkut/facebook/myspace/gtalk
[2]i wantd to take njoinlife.wordpress.com before nyone takes it..
cos m ‘njoinlife’   : D