What does saying ‘Sorry’ mean to you?

sor·ry  [sor-ee, sawr-ee]

–adjective, -ri·er, -ri·est.

  1. Feeling regret, compunction, sympathy, pity, etc.: to besorry to leave one’s friends; to be sorry for a remark; to be sorry for someone in trouble.
  2. Regrettable or deplorable; unfortunate; tragic: a sorry situation; to come to a sorry end.
  3. sorrowful, grieved, or sad: Was she sorry when her brother died?
  4. Associated with sorrow; suggestive of grief or suffering; melancholy; dismal.
  5. wretched, poor, useless, or pitiful: a sorry horse.
  6. (used interjectionally as a conventional apology or expression of regret): Sorry, you’re misinformed. Did I bump you? Sorry.

Apologies are never easy, it doesn’t matter whether we have wronged, or whether we are perceived to have wronged. You would find innumerable people in your life who get choked when it’s their turn to be/say sorry. While expression of both gratitude and repentance is important, not many seem to realize that. And then there’s the other extreme kind who are ready to say ‘sorry’ at the drop of your hat. And then there are some who are not really sorry for what they did, but are sorry for the fact that they got busted.

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Blogging on the go!

The power of technology! Writing a mini blog post using my brand new iPod Touch. Ohh, did I say that it’s also been made possible by WordPress? (take that, Blogspot!)

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Off to Hibernation!

Nothing much. If you are on my blog, then I am hoping that you are back because you liked what you had been reading, last couple of months, on my blog. Just wanted to let you know that I am gonna be off the hook, for a while now. Going on the hibernation mode, from the blogging world. Will I come back? Well, that is something even I am not aware of. Blogs had once given me life. And then they took it away too. The cycle is complete! I do not feel I owe anything more, to the blogosphere. I consider myself free, a free bird, today onwards.

Sayonara, people! If we meet again, it’d be my pleasure to entertain you again!

I love you all. Well, almost all.

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So, you got a butthurt?

I guess needed to explain to you all about the whereabouts of my last blog post that garnered me over 1000 hits in one single day. Well, despite that one being the most popular post on this blog, I figured it’s best I heeded to Queen and Suruchi‘s advises, and pull it down. No point causing so many heart burns and butthurts. Sorry people, in case you missed it.

Oh, speaking of butthurts, I just came across this little form for those who had faced butthurt himself. The purpose? Maybe it shall help you retrospect. Or, maybe you should fill it up before you wanna report about your butthurt to the police :-)

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Blog Awards, Mumbai Trip, and more…

Time, as they say, stops for none. Nah, not even for the Devil himself. My last week has been weird. I mean, it’s been great in some respects, but then, it kinda sucked too. On top of it, I have been keeping shit busy. And hence this post, after a hiatus of one whole week!

Well, first things first. I must admit, I have NEVER (yes, never!) before received a blog award, and here is the very first one, thanks to Rohini. Yes, I am happy. I must admit, I am not really excited about the award itself. But the very gesture that Rohini felt this blog should be awarded, was what touched my heart. And of course, just like your very first love, you always remember your very first blog award. So, without any more ado, here’s my award! :-)

And, I would like to pass on this award to Sakshi, Cathy, Suruchi and Uncle J.

It was just 3 days back when mom gave me an amazing news. They are going back home. Yes, they are going back to Mumbai! Two more weeks and Mumbai’s gonna be my home again. Now, I have spent 15 years of my life in Mumbai. And Mumbai is where my heart is. So naturally, now I have started to target all my energy and concentration onto moving to Mumbai. Do not know how soon that’s gonna happen, but I am surely keeping my fingers crossed.

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Mayhem Around My Life

Would you believe it? I just survived a freaking 30 hours of load shedding, yesterday? Oh yes, the power had gone at 5pm, Sunday, and finally showed it’s face at 11pm, last night! Why? Well, apparently some unfortunate transformer had decided to die after some 7 years of service. Fuck! Just 7 years and a transformer goes for a toss? What shit kind of equipments has the Karnataka government commissioned for? All bloody cheaters, out here! First the auto rickshaw drivers, second – the landlords, and now the Karnataka government itself!

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It was one hell of a night!

It’s been a while since i have been wanting to write some fiction. Talking about your real life is good. But then fiction is what makes your heart race, fiction is what allows you to hallucinate. Or should I say, fantasize? I know I am more of a narrator, than a story teller. So, I decided to share a little incident in my life that not many people really know of. And well, let’s not consider Sakshi in the list. She’s been around for a long while, now.

So, the story is from a time when the movie Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge was still a rage. It was from the time when Jurassic Park had just released and people were still reading books about Stegosaurus, Diplodocus and the T-Rex. I used to live in a hostel. The city was Kolkata. The year was 1995. And I was just a 10 year old kid.

Now, before I move ahead with the story, there’s a prologue that I should wrap up, first. It was back in 1990 when the first of my grandfathers passed away. Till date, I have no clue what was his ailment. As a matter of fact, this is the first time I am wondering about what might have happened to him. Anyway, getting back to the story, it was 1990 and I used to stay in Raipur. One afternoon, we received a call from my family in Kolkata and we got to know that he was already dead. By the time we could arrange for the train tickets and travel a whole day to reach home, he was already cremated. Apparently, it was getting late and they couldn’t let the dead body stay at home for long. In short, they couldn’t wait till we could arrive.

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