Thursday, August 30, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Interview
Chandler: (entering) Hey Phoebe! (To Rachel) Fatty!
Phoebe: Hey Chandler, why so fancy?
Chandler: Well, I got a job interview. It’s kinda a big deal too. Its a lot more money and I’d be doing data reconfiguration and statistical factoring.
Phoebe: Wait, I think I know someone who does that.
Chandler: Me! I do that. So… Seriously, do I look okay? I’m little nervous.
Rachel: Oh yeah! You really—You look great.
Phoebe: Yeah, just don’t get your hopes up.
Chandler: Why not?
Phoebe: Well, the interview…
Chandler: What about it?
Phoebe: Y’know! You don’t make a very good first impression.
Chandler: (shocked) What?!
Phoebe: Oh you don’t know.
Chandler: Are you serious?!
Phoebe: Yes, when I first met you, you were like, "Blah, blah, blah." I was like, shhh!
Chandler: What is it that I do?
Phoebe: Well it’s just like you’re trying too hard. Always making jokes, y’know, you just—You come off a little needy.
...............................Chandler: I can’t even believe this! I really come off that badly?
Phoebe: Oh! It’s okay, you calm down after a while and then people can see how really sweet and wonderful you really are.
Chandler: Oh good. Good, because I’m sure this interview is gonna last a couple of weeks.
Phoebe: All right, don’t freak out! Okay? I-I will help you. How long before you have to leave?
Chandler: An hour.
Phoebe: I can’t help you.
Chandler: Phoebe!
Phoebe: All right, all right, we’ll just do our best. Okay? So let’s say I’m the interviewer and I’m meeting you for the first time. Okay. "Hi! Come on in, I’m uh, Regina Philange."
Chandler: Chandler Bing.
Phoebe: Bing, what an unusual name.
Chandler: Well you should meet my uncle, Bada. (Pause) I’ll let myself out.
................................Chandler: …I think you’ll find if I come to work here, I don’t micro-manage. I don’t shy away from delegating.
Phoebe: Um-hmm, that’s good to know. But let’s stop focusing on what you don’t do, and start focusing on what you do do.
Chandler: (suppressing a smile) What I do do…is manage to uh, create an atmosphere of support for the people working with me.
Phoebe: I see. Nice sidestep on the do do thing by the way.
Chandler: Hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life.
Phoebe: You gotta go!
Chandler: Oh! (Stands up.)
Phoebe: Okay, don’t worry. You’re ready.
Chandler: Really?
Phoebe: Absolutely! Just fight all your natural instincts and you’ll be great.
Chandler: Okay.
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category do watch its a great episode
The Window
on rough glass, her heart
some light struggles in
to brighten what was dimmed
a battered soul
a stifled whim
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category sleepless blah
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Friday, August 17, 2007
Saturday, August 11, 2007
:-?
she said, "you dont call enough". And left.
The second time i fell in love
she sadi, "you call too much". And left.
What should i do now?
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Wednesday, August 08, 2007
प्लास्टिक

dukaan ki khidki ke andar ek butt
dara hua, sehma hua
plastic se pareshan, kehne laga mujhse
roz ek bheed nikal jaati hai
meri aankho ke aage se
kuch kadam duur hi hoti hai manzil, par
kuch kadam pehle hi tuut.ti hai himmat
kuch kadam pehle hi chhuut.ta hai saath
plastic ka pyar, plastic ki mulaqaat
plastic ke cup mein coffee pee rahe logo se hairan
saara din has rahe in chehro se hairan, kehta phirse
kya hain inke chehre akde hue
plastic ke chehre chaaro taraf
plastic se ehsaas, plastic se jazbaat
kyun kaat rahe hain ye log
kaanch ke bulb ke neeche
plastic ke din raat
plastic ke aasun hain
plastic ki muskaan
plastic ka to main bhi hun
par kyun plastic ke insaan
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category attempts at poetry, keep city green, recycle
Friday, August 03, 2007
...Soch...
na kaeh sake mujhe
jo kaehte the afsaana
na sun saka hai koi
chaahe suna tha jehaan
na nazar ka hi giraftaar hun
hun chooh ke us paar
hun safar main
falak se gulistaan taq
soch hun bas
inteha se inteha taq
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