One ( Helluva) Rainy Day

This saturday, sitting near the window, watching cats, dogs and BMC's nightmare, pouring down from the heavens ( BMC would call it HELL though), I coudnt dream of much except a vague picture of a beautiful rainy day, and no, not the kind of days we dreamt of, during our school days: making paper boats and letting them sail in what we called as local rivers, but in reality were nothing more than filthy gutters which somehow didnt look dark brown due to fresh rainwater. I was dreaming of something better, something more apt for a day when the sky was dark, the wind chilly and the surroundings so un-global warmingly greeeen. I thought woudnt it just be perfect to be out for a whole day with a special person ( special for me= person from the opposte sex only!!!!), it would defnitely be perfect. Since i had didnt hve much to do, I thought lets imagine such a day......and yeah, this was not going to awwww- sooo- mushy, this was just going to be plain fun and niiiiiiiiiice. Wud probably start early in the mornin, ( Note: early means 11 30, earliest means 9 30, kicked out of the house means 7 30)...so wud start early and probably go in for a fun movie like KungFu Panda ( Review: A nice watch, good animation combined with brilliantly visualized stunts and a good story)....hve nice nachos with mexican sauce and some pepsi to go with it. Then, after the movie, some light shopping ( didnt you get it, i said i wud be out wid a person from the female specie n hence shopping or rather window shopping is almost as regular as meetin )....she looks here, she looks their, n if d price doesnt fit her budget, she behavs as she doesnt care........once done with this warm up, v move one to a chilled out place like New Yorkers and order their arabitta pasta with garlic bread n slence ensues for the next 15 mins.....oops i m sorry, only for d next 8 mins as the pasta wudnt last for more than that. After we are done with pasta, u wud feel a bit too italia in d mouth and so go in for someting Indian, something more apna sa, chhole bhature.....yes NewYorkers does serve sum good Indian food. Relish the the Indian chhole bahture with the same tongue with which we relished the mexican pasta just a few minutes ba, once tummy full, time to for sum exercise, so, we go shopping again, yes shopping, again........d 1st session was just sum light shopping, a warm up, d real exercise begins now.....sum heavy shopping, which luckily also included sum buying this time. n aftr heavy duty shopping duirng which u didnt even c a single strechd nerve on her( she didnt evn she u, she was shopping, duuuuuude!!!), suddenly she feels sooooooo tired, her high heels which until sum time bak werent even feel-able suddenly start giving her so much pain that she wont walk a single step. So, u take a rick and and go the nearest cafe and ahve sum god apple muffin ( if d muffin is crubling a lot, dont try n hve it with d fork, u wil make a fool out of urself), then as d sun is setting, go from the comforts of a posh cafe to a sandy beach which during monsoons looks unbeleivingly beautiful......sit there, just sit there, fel the breeze blowing acroos ur face, jus enjoy those silent moments ( they are the best of the day) and then as the silence is disturned by the druming of ur again empty tummy, go in for typical indian spicy beach food ( Indian beach food is not prawns, fishetc etc,its pav bhajji, pulav, pani puri n plenty more)....its a different experience all together, when u r njoying the pure roadside delicacy with her, the wind playfully messing up her hair, the sun setting and apna- very-own bollywod music going on in the background......then d last ride home, when u r sooo happy, ur smile so wide that even 9 additional faces wudnt b enough to contain it, joy which can clearly judged from ur face, words are just not needed. then as she is about to leave and i m about to give her that las special good-bye hug, i feel sweaty, palms are sweaty, sweat is running down my face, nooooooo,i m not nervous, i realize dat its stoppd raining outsidei m sitting near d window and the sun is shining right in my face...........my raindreaming ends there,a bit abruptly.....but stilll dat was one ( helluva) rainy day( dont think my school teacher wud gimme 10 on 10 for that, though)..stilll a gr8 day...a memorbale one

Dentist or Devil? Definitely Devil!!!!

Iwanted to start this blog with a bang, a metaphorical one. A start which would make people ( Pardon me, coz using the term 'People' makes it seem like a 1000 pple r gonna start reading my blog 4rm 2mrw, but, you nevr know.....lol) i wantd a bang that would make pple sit up and take notice, but then, I realized that the only 'Bang', that I have been experiencing lately has been the the 'Bang', when the forcep of the dentist is hit against my my teeth, so I decided to start my blog with a bang, literally!!!! Going to a dentist can really be misleading, you go there expecting a dentist to prescribe some cream or a few tablets without too much fusss, but trust me, i mean it, trust me, nuthin can prepare you for the painful interior decoration that dentists undertake inside your mouth. You actualy start beleiving that your mouth is not your mouth anymore, its a solar system, and yopur tongue is the rocky base where one after another, unsual jets, i mean dentists tools keep landing just to explore the terrain. first comes the irrigator, which sounds like any earthly deodrant, but tastes like a dish from mars, then comes a red hot forcep which is thrust onto your tooth and actually makes your mouth smell like a melting volcano, then comes the tiny little devil, some paper needle which makes you cringe with pain, it is like a space ship with spikes, which prick your gums and make you beleive that suffering a heart attack would be better. Hve u ever imagined, what wud you do if u were had 2 selct between a devil and a dentist? I hve, and my answer is defnitely the devil!!!! How worse can a devil get? He mite drink your blood, cut you into pieces, put you into a coffin or grill you like a sandwich, but the devil definitely wont treat your gums like a soalr landing surface where he lands a space ship with spikes. It is beleieve that one shoudl never be hit around the lower body as it hurts the most there, but guys beleive me, when a dentists with his weapons battles inside your mouth, there is only one place where it hurts the most, GUMSSSSSSSS!!!!

the WHO, HOW, WHY WHAT, WHEN of Theoker?

Hi, guys , I am Ishan Mehta!.................whattttttt? Isnt the name enough, I wish it was, but one day i hope that just the name will be enough. Till then, I am a media graduate and an aspiring copy writer, and unlike other copy writers, I dont eat, drink and breathe ads, I eat junk food ( luuuuuuv Ma- ke- haath KA khaana though), breathe Bombay ka divine air and, luckily dont drink much except H2O and buttermilk. Actually,I am thinking as to how would giving my introduction help? coz people visiting this blog would most often be my friends, though not always my chuddie-buddies, but then on the other hand I think its better to be visible to pple, who knows if tommorow microsoft decides to ditch its yahoo bid and proposes to buy- out my blog instead? no one ever knows, so keep dreaming...................( and yea, doing is also thoda important to realize your dreams). That was the How of Theoker. Now, lets have a look at, Why theoker? Please dont expect me to go in the order of Who, How, Why etc etc as i am not a journalist and nor do i hafta face a forever furstrated editor. Typically, any blogger thinks of many names( Read: lame names) ,even I did, a few like livestrong, hopeless optimist etc etc etc and then.....................lightning, didnt strike. a storm, didnt rage.Creative juices, didnt flow. But still I got an idea, a name for my blog, Theoker- a theory thinker, a term of my own, I donno how much relevance this carries in the outside world but for me it means a lot, Theoker means ME. Theoker coz I tend to analyse ( or rather over anaylse) a lot, always searching for that elusive sumthing, dat elusive factor, that elusive spark in everything and in doing so I often notice patterns that are not visibile to others ( or patterns that are sometimes not even there, just my imagination), but at times i tend to miss the simplest and the most smallest of things, take for instance my beleief that by changing the negative character in every version of Dhoom, 1st John, then Hrithik, Yashraj is just trying to build a brand Dhoom, which is far bigger than any of its stars, just like it is the case with James Bond, the actors change but the series continues. This was the Theoker view but the truth might be that after doing Krissssh, Hrithik might just have been the perfect actor to be cast as a Real- looks- but- animated- deeds waala super hero......d explanation can b dat simple, but i nevr take it like dat, neway thats why,THEOKER. Phew, even i know , I have written a lot for a first timer,but thats the advantage of writing a log, u can write ur own shit, in ur own crappy way without there ever being a need to flush. So be it, Manmohan or Bush, SRK or Salman, Sachin or Dhoni, keep reading this space for below the belt stuff, ooops i meant below the surace stuff....enjoyyyy