Before you guys go off on some random tangent connecting me to KJo , Ekta Kapoor and the other K fixated individuals, lemme just say, WTF :D,if ya can't beat 'em join 'em...
Just got back home after the mandatory summer vacation trip to Bangalore. Normally,my blore visits are pretty long and everything,but this time i kinda figured i'll be better off with a short and sweet visit. Did the usual bit of eating(A bit would be an understatement) and shopping (That 70s show,Mahabharat,Scrubs and The Sopranos) and the socializing. Funnily, my last 2 visits to the city have been marked by major incidents in there,the last time i went there,The govt collapsed and Yeddy(Steady Go) ended up with egg(tomato if vegetarian) on his face. This time however the egg's been washed off by industrial strength shampoo and the face was glowing thanks to the application of Victory 1.0(Hopefully he should update it after 5 years). But this time's visit didn't just cause political upheaval,but also led to some serious action in the form of the new airport.
Caught my return flight from there today, Gotta admit, Bangalore International Airport beats the shit out of the other International airports in India when it comes to the overall swankiness factor. Wish i could've said the same thing about my flight. I don't get it. All right you guys are a low budget flight and all that,but is it a low budget trait to take off more than an hour late. 1st of all had a really stressful morning what with the last minute packing (My fave travel pastime) and me almost forgetting one of my essentials at home (oh the horror!) my earphones that is, and of course waiting for almost an hour for the damn bus to the airport to arrive.
At the airport it was equally surreal. The stare of admiration on checking out the snazzy interiors turned into one of SHOCK checking out the long line at the check-in counter(makes the line for the 1st day 1st show for a Rajni saar movie in Chennai look like a short one). Of course,the screaming kid behind me wasn't helping. Was kinda scary watching him throw his mom's mobile phone to the floor with absolute contempt. From then on,it was a long long wait for the flight punctuated by calls to random chatterboxes (Thank God for postpaid),wistful stares at the beauties sitting in the row across mine, even more wistful stares at the intercom praying for it to go "The boarding is announced for Flight $%% from Bangalore to Mangalore",but unfortunately that came after almost 3 hours.
But the fitting conclusion to the day came with my near death experience :P I know sounds kinda dramatic for me to make such statements, but trust me,anybody on my flight would've felt the same. The plane takes off and almost immediately flies right into an air pocket making us feel like we're inside a martini shaker. Then the plane drops and i don't mean a smooth landing drop. This was the real thing. Suddenly,my life's turned into an airplane disaster movie. Inside the plane it's like a horror movie with the lights flickering and the screams of the other passengers. I however was not gonna let my life end like this if it was gonna really happen. So i took a large swig of red bull,let the caffeine give me a good buzz and pumped up the volume on my headphones. What made it better was that i was listening to really aggressive numbers like The Kill,Broken Wings(The alter bridge version,not the Mr Mister version) etc. But what took the cake was that the name of the pilot was Captain Jesus. Yeah,i gotta admit i didn't see THAT coming. I half expected the dude to make an announcement saying "My name is Captain Jesus and I'm gonna introduce you to the real one in a few minutes".
To his credit though,we landed safely,otherwise it'd be weird writing this from heaven or hell(depending on God's mood). Most people would've had an epiphany or something after this incident. I just felt more hungry(Hadn't eaten all day), met up with a friend,enjoyed the greatest freaking smoke/drink/meal of my life,got home,popped in disc 1 season 1 of Scrubs,and said to myself "I love this fucking life".
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Thursday, May 08, 2008
And Now!!!
I kinda like the title of this post. It reminds me of one of my favourite songs. Jumpin Jack Flash by The Rolling Stones. I've got 3 different versions of this song by the rolling stones and other cover versions by artistes as diverse as Guns'N'Roses and Ananda Shankar(WTF!!!). The and now!! comes from the time they performed at the rock'n'roll circus of 1968 where John Lennon introduced the band. Man,now if that doesn't define big,dunno what does. Almost like having the Pope as your chauffeur or Arnold Schwarzenegger as your personal bodyguard.
Well, the exams have been crawling just like i'd predicted in an earlier where i mentioned a relation between time and the heat. Exams!!! Jesus F******g Christ!!!! Why do these guys think that it's the best way to prepare us for the real world by bombarding us with stuff that doesn't mean shit in the real world?????? Now i get it when they teach us stuff like marketing concepts and stuff. But what truly defines shit is Computers. People are moving to high tech crime with concepts like Phishing and Pharming(Sounds like some idiot with a speech impediment made up this stuff), But we are being taught something that is more blunt than Simon Cowell on a bad day,stuff like Windows 3.1(Oooh so cool so high funda), MS-Dos( Wow,black and white user unfriendly command prompt,so much fun) and worse shit than that. Why don't they instead teach us stuff like how to look busy with a blank Excel spreadsheet on your monitor, dealing with office politics(that shit could be a master's degree course in itself), tolerating your Boss's bullshit(under societal ethics perhaps)....
I know i'm ranting, but then you've gotta agree with me. Nothing satisfies you more than a well expressed rant. Good food gives ya cholesterol, Cigarettes ruin your throat and other stuff, Booze fucks your liver, But a good display of anger, that makes ya feel lighter that the most advanced form of power yoga.
Power Yoga reminds me of all the skinny chicks we see on TV and in the movies. God Knows which idiot told them that their ribs showing is sexy!!!! Take for example, All the well known supermodels for example. They look more starved than sexy. You think she's looking at you hungrily, think again, she's probably imagining a good meal.
Arrite,i seem to be running out of excuses to rant :P No problem though,i'll find something new tomorrow.
Btw, Withdrawal symptoms+Red Bull+A LOT of Tea= Not such a good idea ;)
Well, the exams have been crawling just like i'd predicted in an earlier where i mentioned a relation between time and the heat. Exams!!! Jesus F******g Christ!!!! Why do these guys think that it's the best way to prepare us for the real world by bombarding us with stuff that doesn't mean shit in the real world?????? Now i get it when they teach us stuff like marketing concepts and stuff. But what truly defines shit is Computers. People are moving to high tech crime with concepts like Phishing and Pharming(Sounds like some idiot with a speech impediment made up this stuff), But we are being taught something that is more blunt than Simon Cowell on a bad day,stuff like Windows 3.1(Oooh so cool so high funda), MS-Dos( Wow,black and white user unfriendly command prompt,so much fun) and worse shit than that. Why don't they instead teach us stuff like how to look busy with a blank Excel spreadsheet on your monitor, dealing with office politics(that shit could be a master's degree course in itself), tolerating your Boss's bullshit(under societal ethics perhaps)....
I know i'm ranting, but then you've gotta agree with me. Nothing satisfies you more than a well expressed rant. Good food gives ya cholesterol, Cigarettes ruin your throat and other stuff, Booze fucks your liver, But a good display of anger, that makes ya feel lighter that the most advanced form of power yoga.
Power Yoga reminds me of all the skinny chicks we see on TV and in the movies. God Knows which idiot told them that their ribs showing is sexy!!!! Take for example, All the well known supermodels for example. They look more starved than sexy. You think she's looking at you hungrily, think again, she's probably imagining a good meal.
Arrite,i seem to be running out of excuses to rant :P No problem though,i'll find something new tomorrow.
Btw, Withdrawal symptoms+Red Bull+A LOT of Tea= Not such a good idea ;)
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Well....
Still stuck here with time slowly crawling by,moving fast when it wants to,crawling languidly at its worst. The dreaded exams have finally gained on me,only 1 day standing between me and them before i launch into one bloody battle. Ok that sounds totally cliched like some of the stuff you see on orkut profiles at this time of year, like this dude who goes "lost the battle of physics" blah blah blah ad nauseum. But gotta give a hand to the guy for glamorizing exams by giving it a Lord Of The Rings/Star Wars touch with stuff like Battle of blah blah. Kinda makes you imagine the guy dressed up like some medieval warrior fighting an orc.
My story right now is almost the same as it was the last time i posted. Now i've got 23 more days to go before I go off on another trip to my favourite destination Bangalore(I still can't bring myself to say Bengaluru,kinda pisses me off). A couple of years back,the main reason i used to love Bangalore was for its repertoire of culinary delights, But then Mangalore ain't no slouch in that field. Especially recently where restaurants have been opening up here at pretty reasonable intervals. But when it comes to materialistic nirvana,nothing beats Bangalore. It's been a paradise for me and Dante's Inferno to my dad who visualises money flying away at the speed of a jet when i just say "Bangalore" in front of him.
Last time i was there, I ended up at this place called National Market. Now to the outsider, it looks like the Black Hole of Calcutta, only instead of prisoners, you've got retailers and customers here. But to somebody who likes quality stuff,but hates spending too much for it, this is THE Place to be. The place turns me into a vampire at a blood bank. The place has got the biggest collection of DVDs of TV shows,Movies,music videos etc i've ever seen(People beg to differ saying that Palika Bazaar in Delhi and Chor Bazaar in Mumbai have got more stuff,but then i've never been to either of these places). In fact this is the only place where it took me more than 20 minutes to buy whatever i wanted. I've been known for buying my cellphone(worth almost 20k when i bought it,now not even half that price),a travel bag for Dad and a pair of leather shoes(worth 2 grand) within 15 minutes without even flinching. But this place kind of opened my eyes to why women spend so much time to just buy some clothes or shoes.
The last time i was there, i ended up buying the entire collection of Seinfeld, the 1st 2 seasons of Prison Break and the 1st season of Heroes. All these shows have been truly worth every buck i've paid for them. This time,i hope i get as lucky with what i'm buying,That 70s show,The Sopranos and if any money's left maybe Boston Legal.
But all this is still 23 days away,so till then,just pray that i survive these exams.
My story right now is almost the same as it was the last time i posted. Now i've got 23 more days to go before I go off on another trip to my favourite destination Bangalore(I still can't bring myself to say Bengaluru,kinda pisses me off). A couple of years back,the main reason i used to love Bangalore was for its repertoire of culinary delights, But then Mangalore ain't no slouch in that field. Especially recently where restaurants have been opening up here at pretty reasonable intervals. But when it comes to materialistic nirvana,nothing beats Bangalore. It's been a paradise for me and Dante's Inferno to my dad who visualises money flying away at the speed of a jet when i just say "Bangalore" in front of him.
Last time i was there, I ended up at this place called National Market. Now to the outsider, it looks like the Black Hole of Calcutta, only instead of prisoners, you've got retailers and customers here. But to somebody who likes quality stuff,but hates spending too much for it, this is THE Place to be. The place turns me into a vampire at a blood bank. The place has got the biggest collection of DVDs of TV shows,Movies,music videos etc i've ever seen(People beg to differ saying that Palika Bazaar in Delhi and Chor Bazaar in Mumbai have got more stuff,but then i've never been to either of these places). In fact this is the only place where it took me more than 20 minutes to buy whatever i wanted. I've been known for buying my cellphone(worth almost 20k when i bought it,now not even half that price),a travel bag for Dad and a pair of leather shoes(worth 2 grand) within 15 minutes without even flinching. But this place kind of opened my eyes to why women spend so much time to just buy some clothes or shoes.
The last time i was there, i ended up buying the entire collection of Seinfeld, the 1st 2 seasons of Prison Break and the 1st season of Heroes. All these shows have been truly worth every buck i've paid for them. This time,i hope i get as lucky with what i'm buying,That 70s show,The Sopranos and if any money's left maybe Boston Legal.
But all this is still 23 days away,so till then,just pray that i survive these exams.
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Minutes Past Midnight
One of those nights indeed. Am halfway between total depression and laughing my ass off. Yep i can be a tad schizophrenic at times. This is just one of those nights where I'm still awake when i should have been in bed atleast an hour ago. Well, Boredom and Summer don't mix. Actually if you look at it, Boredom is like lousy booze, never mixes with anything.
Actually, If i look at my situation from a more sane perspective I shouldn't be cribbing about being bored as my exams are just around the corner and the last thing i should be is bored. But then I was never much of a studious guy. I am more of a last minute guy when it comes to academics, unfortunately for me though, my group of friends isn't the same. So while they're burning the midnight oil( Not really,they study all day long and sleep all night) I'm up here penning down my thoughts about well myself and life from my perspective (Sane at times,Insane all the time).
Ironically, my talent for writing bullshit blossoms at times like this when i should be involved in something more productive like studying till my brain explodes and then some more. This is when i think to myself "Thank God I'm not in engineering or medicine". And ironically, I feel bored the most during even numbered semesters whose exams come during summer. Oddly during odd semesters I never feel this way probably because of Diwali and a whole lot of other festivals happening at the time or maybe because odd semester exams aren't taken that seriously (Yeah right!!!). Another reason could also be the fact that the weather is more agreeable at that time of year whereas now time just seems stretched like a lousy Karan Johar movie.
Exams and me have never really gotten along except for a brief glorious period when i was in PU college when i actually used to look forward to exams because i was secure in the belief that i would score well. But now, College is a totally different ball game where your expectations are inversely proportional to marks actually scored. So in such a case, my interest in studies just waned. However this time, it remains to be seen how the coming exams will go, whether i'll be left smiling at the end of it or scratching my head going "What The Fuck?". Guess i need to butter up the Gods a bit this time. Hell, at the risk of sounding gay, I say "Que Sera Sera,Whatever will be will be".
Actually, If i look at my situation from a more sane perspective I shouldn't be cribbing about being bored as my exams are just around the corner and the last thing i should be is bored. But then I was never much of a studious guy. I am more of a last minute guy when it comes to academics, unfortunately for me though, my group of friends isn't the same. So while they're burning the midnight oil( Not really,they study all day long and sleep all night) I'm up here penning down my thoughts about well myself and life from my perspective (Sane at times,Insane all the time).
Ironically, my talent for writing bullshit blossoms at times like this when i should be involved in something more productive like studying till my brain explodes and then some more. This is when i think to myself "Thank God I'm not in engineering or medicine". And ironically, I feel bored the most during even numbered semesters whose exams come during summer. Oddly during odd semesters I never feel this way probably because of Diwali and a whole lot of other festivals happening at the time or maybe because odd semester exams aren't taken that seriously (Yeah right!!!). Another reason could also be the fact that the weather is more agreeable at that time of year whereas now time just seems stretched like a lousy Karan Johar movie.
Exams and me have never really gotten along except for a brief glorious period when i was in PU college when i actually used to look forward to exams because i was secure in the belief that i would score well. But now, College is a totally different ball game where your expectations are inversely proportional to marks actually scored. So in such a case, my interest in studies just waned. However this time, it remains to be seen how the coming exams will go, whether i'll be left smiling at the end of it or scratching my head going "What The Fuck?". Guess i need to butter up the Gods a bit this time. Hell, at the risk of sounding gay, I say "Que Sera Sera,Whatever will be will be".
Friday, April 04, 2008
Whoa!! Long Time!!
Whoa!! Long Time!!
That's what my blog seems to be saying to me. Thankfully on more pleasant terms rather than a wife confronting a husband who walked out on her ages ago which going by experience (Not Mine!!) is followed by a long monologue on the shortcomings of the man, his lack of a couple of interesting body parts that are mostly covered up and blah blah. Well, I haven't exactly got any excuses on why this blog's been silent from ages. There has been a lot of stuff to write about. But like a guy about to break up with his girl would say "It's not you,it's me". Well,the writing bug is the only bug that ain't biting me lately. Probably felt sorry for all the sores on my body.
Today was a pretty interesting day. But it kinda had a sad tinge to it. The quiz club that i belong to is kind of coming to an end. It was fun while it lasted, but now most of the members are moving on the greener pastures leaving a few of us behind while we still come to terms with what we want to do with life. They say "All good things come to an end", but sometimes you wanna just scream "Why????".
I can't exactly blame myself for feeling this way. The club had sort of become a way of life for me. I've been into quizzing since i was really young, thanks to Bournvita Quiz Contest and all those GK books my Mom used to read which i ended up reading. Then of course, all the quiz competitions in school and even now in college have kept my interest alive. The club however played a major part in me improving my quiz quotient. I learnt that quiz wasn't all simple questions and slightly distorted pictures, but also workable passages and connections and fundaes , some random , some spectacular. I myself have improved pretty substantially at figuring out the most random connects.
Today's meeting was a sort of Grand Finale, so it was held at a larger venue with the members turning out in full force. Most of them have already relocated, but came back for this final farewell. It was a fun evening of questions, answers and good food.
The rest of the day was pretty all right. Had to get some pictures taken for some ration card thing, didn't exactly follow the reason. My eyes have this tendency to water the minute i stare at a camera which occurred today as well making the photo session an ordeal. Was impressed with the fact that these guys have actually started using web cams to take snaps thus saving a load of time. Then there were the fingerprint taking thingamajigs which were seriously cool. Then of course tuitions which I've actually begun to enjoy rather than dread.
Well,that's all for the moment,guess i'll write more often sooner or later
That's what my blog seems to be saying to me. Thankfully on more pleasant terms rather than a wife confronting a husband who walked out on her ages ago which going by experience (Not Mine!!) is followed by a long monologue on the shortcomings of the man, his lack of a couple of interesting body parts that are mostly covered up and blah blah. Well, I haven't exactly got any excuses on why this blog's been silent from ages. There has been a lot of stuff to write about. But like a guy about to break up with his girl would say "It's not you,it's me". Well,the writing bug is the only bug that ain't biting me lately. Probably felt sorry for all the sores on my body.
Today was a pretty interesting day. But it kinda had a sad tinge to it. The quiz club that i belong to is kind of coming to an end. It was fun while it lasted, but now most of the members are moving on the greener pastures leaving a few of us behind while we still come to terms with what we want to do with life. They say "All good things come to an end", but sometimes you wanna just scream "Why????".
I can't exactly blame myself for feeling this way. The club had sort of become a way of life for me. I've been into quizzing since i was really young, thanks to Bournvita Quiz Contest and all those GK books my Mom used to read which i ended up reading. Then of course, all the quiz competitions in school and even now in college have kept my interest alive. The club however played a major part in me improving my quiz quotient. I learnt that quiz wasn't all simple questions and slightly distorted pictures, but also workable passages and connections and fundaes , some random , some spectacular. I myself have improved pretty substantially at figuring out the most random connects.
Today's meeting was a sort of Grand Finale, so it was held at a larger venue with the members turning out in full force. Most of them have already relocated, but came back for this final farewell. It was a fun evening of questions, answers and good food.
The rest of the day was pretty all right. Had to get some pictures taken for some ration card thing, didn't exactly follow the reason. My eyes have this tendency to water the minute i stare at a camera which occurred today as well making the photo session an ordeal. Was impressed with the fact that these guys have actually started using web cams to take snaps thus saving a load of time. Then there were the fingerprint taking thingamajigs which were seriously cool. Then of course tuitions which I've actually begun to enjoy rather than dread.
Well,that's all for the moment,guess i'll write more often sooner or later
Sunday, October 07, 2007
Long time!
Been suffering from an extended case of Writer's block lately. Need to shove off the laziness. However not to worry. That's because my study holz are gonna be happening soon. So i'll be jobless enuff to update this baby.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Travel,A Crazy Baby and Neutrality - 2
Ok, I'm back (Not that anybody cares). Well, the last time I wrote, i mentioned that we were at Margao railway station waiting for our train. Finally when the bloody train arrived,we were so tired that we ended up in the sleeper coach and happily paid 80 bucks extra each to settle there. Now I gotta admit,the route to Belgaum from Margaon was pure and simple heaven. That's the kind of stuff you get to see if you are a traveller. The journey made me realise why they say that Travel broadens a man's horizons. It is because you get to see a completely different side of the world. A world far removed from filth and ugliness. A world showing off its beauty to a few select people. And i was fortunate enough to see it.
Finally, We reached our destination for the next 3 days, Belgaum. Now Belgaum from what i heard is basically an Army cantonment surrounded by a city. Well,City is basically a little too much. It's more like a medium town,Not a small town because it's got something that catapults it out of the unremarkable list of small towns. CAFE COFFEE DAY. Yeah,Humanity's greatest benchmark of civilisation,a coffee shop. Unfortunately we landed at Belgaum railway station at night. Night-time is when all the shady characters turn up out of nowhere. And Belgaum wasn't behind in that league either. Some of the people looked so sinister they wouldn't be out of place in an Edgar Allan Poe short story. Luckily the organisers turned up and got us out of there.
I got into the ubiquitous auto-rickshaw with a couple of guys and we made our way to the hotel where we were to be put up. The hotel's name was Hotel Ramdev which seemed to be the only decent eating joint in the entire place (Don't forget CCD). I entered my room and nearly fainted in shock. There were 18 of us and only 3 rooms. So some last minute adjustments and damage control were done, But the fact remained that there were 5 of us sleeping in a room meant for 2 people. Cramping indeed. However when you are with friends, you tend to concentrate on more interesting things like the cute chicks around you.
I forget to mention one of our sources of Entertainment. Forgive me my Mallu friends if you are offended by this , but please remember, i mean no offence. There was this mallu gal in the next room who apparently thought it prudent to inform us about every damn action planned by her. It was tolerable to a certain extent, but what do you say to "I am in the toilet". Me thinks the hotel's walls are too thin.
The next day we woke up with grumpy faces and even grumpier stomachs thanks to the last night's hakka noodles at some restaurant where it seemed we were the 1st customers in a long time. However, We were at a fest and not on a holiday as was intimated to us by every 2nd person including the bellboy (No tips for you jerkoff!). Now luckily i didn't have any of my rounds that day, so i planned to roam around belgaum, paint the town red, flirt with some PYTs around and do anything that my imagination would permit. Or so i thought. To my horror i realised that i had forgotten about something really important, The Ice-Breaker....
Taking a leaf out of Ekta Kapoor's book
To Be Continued.....(Someday!)
Finally, We reached our destination for the next 3 days, Belgaum. Now Belgaum from what i heard is basically an Army cantonment surrounded by a city. Well,City is basically a little too much. It's more like a medium town,Not a small town because it's got something that catapults it out of the unremarkable list of small towns. CAFE COFFEE DAY. Yeah,Humanity's greatest benchmark of civilisation,a coffee shop. Unfortunately we landed at Belgaum railway station at night. Night-time is when all the shady characters turn up out of nowhere. And Belgaum wasn't behind in that league either. Some of the people looked so sinister they wouldn't be out of place in an Edgar Allan Poe short story. Luckily the organisers turned up and got us out of there.
I got into the ubiquitous auto-rickshaw with a couple of guys and we made our way to the hotel where we were to be put up. The hotel's name was Hotel Ramdev which seemed to be the only decent eating joint in the entire place (Don't forget CCD). I entered my room and nearly fainted in shock. There were 18 of us and only 3 rooms. So some last minute adjustments and damage control were done, But the fact remained that there were 5 of us sleeping in a room meant for 2 people. Cramping indeed. However when you are with friends, you tend to concentrate on more interesting things like the cute chicks around you.
I forget to mention one of our sources of Entertainment. Forgive me my Mallu friends if you are offended by this , but please remember, i mean no offence. There was this mallu gal in the next room who apparently thought it prudent to inform us about every damn action planned by her. It was tolerable to a certain extent, but what do you say to "I am in the toilet". Me thinks the hotel's walls are too thin.
The next day we woke up with grumpy faces and even grumpier stomachs thanks to the last night's hakka noodles at some restaurant where it seemed we were the 1st customers in a long time. However, We were at a fest and not on a holiday as was intimated to us by every 2nd person including the bellboy (No tips for you jerkoff!). Now luckily i didn't have any of my rounds that day, so i planned to roam around belgaum, paint the town red, flirt with some PYTs around and do anything that my imagination would permit. Or so i thought. To my horror i realised that i had forgotten about something really important, The Ice-Breaker....
Taking a leaf out of Ekta Kapoor's book
To Be Continued.....(Someday!)
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Travel,A Crazy Baby and Neutrality
Lately i've been doing a little bit of travelling here and there. A month back,i got the news that i'll be participating in my 1st ever lone wolf (Solo) business quiz. Now the term business quiz kinda sends shivers down my spine because unlike a regular GK quiz, i can never really get the hang of a business quiz because most questions in a business quiz come under 2 categories, Insanely easy and psychotically tough. And i am the kind of guy who never really likes to prepare for a quiz. So i just set out to Belgaum last week to face what would be a rip-roaring, mind-blasting experience.
Now, I'm not exactly a big fan of travelling. Especially when it comes to Long journeys, God alone knows how i manage to keep my sanity intact at the end of it. Like most Geminis i'm annoyingly restless and when i get restless, without my knowledge i get on other people's nerves. Add to that the consternation in my mind when i came to know that we have to change a train to Belgaum from Goa. But since i was too resigned to my fate, i resisted from cursing the Great Indian Railways(Which for your information is the organisation with the highest number of employees). Now the preparations for Belgaum began.
A typical management fest consists of the following events give or take a couple, Marketing , Stock, Advertising, Finance, Best Manager, HR and of course Business Quiz. Well, I've been a quizzer since my school days and been a pretty decent one at that (The trophies in my shelf stand as a testament to that) but back then, they were mostly general quizzes held at the district level, so the level of competition at that time was pretty easy, but the moment i stepped into college, i knew i was in a totally different ball game. Anyways that's history,will post more on that in some other post. Now as the preparations for this fest began, so did all the craziness. Turns out that we had to take a 1st yr team along too. So there was a little babysitting involved here(Any of my juniors read this,they're gonna kill me). So that led to late night reports, brainstorming sessions , lack of sleep etc.
Finally came the day of the journey, 6 hrs to Margao and 4 hrs to Belgaum from there. The 1st part of the journey was pretty dull, but the journey from Margao to Belgaum was pretty interesting.
Ok,this is turning into an epic,guess i need to wrap it up here for now,will move into the next part later
Now, I'm not exactly a big fan of travelling. Especially when it comes to Long journeys, God alone knows how i manage to keep my sanity intact at the end of it. Like most Geminis i'm annoyingly restless and when i get restless, without my knowledge i get on other people's nerves. Add to that the consternation in my mind when i came to know that we have to change a train to Belgaum from Goa. But since i was too resigned to my fate, i resisted from cursing the Great Indian Railways(Which for your information is the organisation with the highest number of employees). Now the preparations for Belgaum began.
A typical management fest consists of the following events give or take a couple, Marketing , Stock, Advertising, Finance, Best Manager, HR and of course Business Quiz. Well, I've been a quizzer since my school days and been a pretty decent one at that (The trophies in my shelf stand as a testament to that) but back then, they were mostly general quizzes held at the district level, so the level of competition at that time was pretty easy, but the moment i stepped into college, i knew i was in a totally different ball game. Anyways that's history,will post more on that in some other post. Now as the preparations for this fest began, so did all the craziness. Turns out that we had to take a 1st yr team along too. So there was a little babysitting involved here(Any of my juniors read this,they're gonna kill me). So that led to late night reports, brainstorming sessions , lack of sleep etc.
Finally came the day of the journey, 6 hrs to Margao and 4 hrs to Belgaum from there. The 1st part of the journey was pretty dull, but the journey from Margao to Belgaum was pretty interesting.
Ok,this is turning into an epic,guess i need to wrap it up here for now,will move into the next part later
Monday, August 06, 2007
In The Name Of The Father
Been biding my time lately watching all the insanity around me imagining myself as the calm little centre of this weird world.However things have been pretty interesting lately.Saw a couple of movies over the weekend.
Cash-Ugh!I was seriously disappointed after watching this movie.It had everything going for it,Cool promos,an equally good starcast(excluding Zayed Khan and the gals),an awesome soundtrack,mind blowing cinematography,pulse racing stunts and what not.But,the movie was 100% gloss and absolutely no substance.The movie moved at a sloooooooooooooow pace and the dialogues mostly sucked.The worst part was the writers of the movie tried acting clever and while in 1-2 instances,it actually worked making you go "Cool",the rest of the time you'd just go "Huh,What was that?".Guess we need to stop working on special effects and stunts and work on the stories.
Gandhi,My Father-How does one describe a beautiful work of art?That's exactly how i felt as i walked out of the theatre today,and it influenced the title of this post(and not the daniel day lewis movie as hollywood purists would think).The movie was sheer poetry.You feel every emotion that's portrayed on screen.Darshan Jariwala shows the vulnerable side of Gandhi with finesse.Akshaye Khanna who finally takes a break from overacting in movies like Salaam-e-Ishq and Aap Ki Khatir does some real acting and proves why he's such a fine actor.He brings out the frustration of Harilal Gandhi with perfection.I wish he showed the same dedication in choosing his movies.Shefali Shah is a pleasure to watch as always.She portrays the anguish of a woman caught in a dilemma flawlessly.Bhoomika Chawla is equally good as Gulab Gandhi and makes you want to see more of her.Anil Kapoor is truly a brave soul for having had the balls to invest in this movie.Unfortunately,the theatre was nearly empty,pity for the movie deserves more.Hopefully,it should be sent to the Oscars this time.
Besides all this,life's still the same as always.Having my share of fun.College is kind of getting more interesting now that all the activities have started.Got some serious travelling to do soon.
Anyways,will post more later.
Cash-Ugh!I was seriously disappointed after watching this movie.It had everything going for it,Cool promos,an equally good starcast(excluding Zayed Khan and the gals),an awesome soundtrack,mind blowing cinematography,pulse racing stunts and what not.But,the movie was 100% gloss and absolutely no substance.The movie moved at a sloooooooooooooow pace and the dialogues mostly sucked.The worst part was the writers of the movie tried acting clever and while in 1-2 instances,it actually worked making you go "Cool",the rest of the time you'd just go "Huh,What was that?".Guess we need to stop working on special effects and stunts and work on the stories.
Gandhi,My Father-How does one describe a beautiful work of art?That's exactly how i felt as i walked out of the theatre today,and it influenced the title of this post(and not the daniel day lewis movie as hollywood purists would think).The movie was sheer poetry.You feel every emotion that's portrayed on screen.Darshan Jariwala shows the vulnerable side of Gandhi with finesse.Akshaye Khanna who finally takes a break from overacting in movies like Salaam-e-Ishq and Aap Ki Khatir does some real acting and proves why he's such a fine actor.He brings out the frustration of Harilal Gandhi with perfection.I wish he showed the same dedication in choosing his movies.Shefali Shah is a pleasure to watch as always.She portrays the anguish of a woman caught in a dilemma flawlessly.Bhoomika Chawla is equally good as Gulab Gandhi and makes you want to see more of her.Anil Kapoor is truly a brave soul for having had the balls to invest in this movie.Unfortunately,the theatre was nearly empty,pity for the movie deserves more.Hopefully,it should be sent to the Oscars this time.
Besides all this,life's still the same as always.Having my share of fun.College is kind of getting more interesting now that all the activities have started.Got some serious travelling to do soon.
Anyways,will post more later.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Failure and The Aftermath-2
Picking up from where we left off,I was reeling from the sudden news of results being out.However i got a call from my friend and i liked what i heard.However,i needed some retail therapy to recover.So,went on a bit of a shopping spree(Being generous here).
When you've got a hangover,you look at the world from a different perspective compared to how you look at it normally.1st of all,i think,Malls are over-rated.When people get all excited going "Hey,new mall coming up!!",I fail to share their enthusiasm.The 1st thing i look for in a mall is the food court,2nd the multiplex and 3rd the exit.Don't really give a rat's ass about the rest of the place.
Also,why is it that when they say 50% end of season,they don't really mean it?I always end up missing out on reading the fine print.And 1 more thing i've noticed is,All the big designer stores like Provogue,Indigo Nation or Levis are nearly empty.I always feel pity for the salesmen in there because theirs is a boring life and i'd feel even more pity if they were working on commission.
Coming back to the main issue,Failure can be painful to handle.Only way to handle it according to me is to take it like a man and not take it personally.Why i say this is because,at least you get to learn something good out of it,as long as you ain't overly sensitive.Why i hate failure is because i am my worst critic.Therefore,the kind of mental spanking i give myself is so painful i'm unable to emerge from the ruins for days.
But hell,Life's short,so don't take it too fuckin seriously else it's gonna eat you up.
When you've got a hangover,you look at the world from a different perspective compared to how you look at it normally.1st of all,i think,Malls are over-rated.When people get all excited going "Hey,new mall coming up!!",I fail to share their enthusiasm.The 1st thing i look for in a mall is the food court,2nd the multiplex and 3rd the exit.Don't really give a rat's ass about the rest of the place.
Also,why is it that when they say 50% end of season,they don't really mean it?I always end up missing out on reading the fine print.And 1 more thing i've noticed is,All the big designer stores like Provogue,Indigo Nation or Levis are nearly empty.I always feel pity for the salesmen in there because theirs is a boring life and i'd feel even more pity if they were working on commission.
Coming back to the main issue,Failure can be painful to handle.Only way to handle it according to me is to take it like a man and not take it personally.Why i say this is because,at least you get to learn something good out of it,as long as you ain't overly sensitive.Why i hate failure is because i am my worst critic.Therefore,the kind of mental spanking i give myself is so painful i'm unable to emerge from the ruins for days.
But hell,Life's short,so don't take it too fuckin seriously else it's gonna eat you up.
Failure!
Failure can be defined as the opposite of success.
None of us are strangers to failure.Everybody faces it at some point in their life.It's all about getting used to the feeling.It hurts the most when you have worked hard and are expecting good results and instead you end up with failure.But once you get used to it,It doesn't hurt as much.All you feel is total indifference.
None of us are strangers to failure.Everybody faces it at some point in their life.It's all about getting used to the feeling.It hurts the most when you have worked hard and are expecting good results and instead you end up with failure.But once you get used to it,It doesn't hurt as much.All you feel is total indifference.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Making The Right Choice
How does one actually decide what is right and what is wrong?This is a question that has been nagging me a lot recently.
One example of it was last week.I had to review a movie for the website i work for.Now,i hated the movie.It was terrible and a strain on my sanity.But unfortunately i had to give it a good review.Now,if you are reading this,you may naively ask "Why?" and if you are worldly wise,you'll know why?But for those who don't,let me explain.Every website has given the movie good reviews except for one lone shining star.But even though my job came with the promise of creative freedom,it was far from it.I ended up following the general opinion.
Now this is where i start to ask myself,why didn't i just follow my gut instinct?Well,I'd loved to have done that,but unfortunately i couldn't because then i'd be accused of being "biased".Well,that's a pity because i know that what i watched was crap.But unfortunately,i am a part of the "thinking audience" which as we know is a minority in our country.The masses however loved the movie and have praised it to the skies.
God,why's this so confusing???
One example of it was last week.I had to review a movie for the website i work for.Now,i hated the movie.It was terrible and a strain on my sanity.But unfortunately i had to give it a good review.Now,if you are reading this,you may naively ask "Why?" and if you are worldly wise,you'll know why?But for those who don't,let me explain.Every website has given the movie good reviews except for one lone shining star.But even though my job came with the promise of creative freedom,it was far from it.I ended up following the general opinion.
Now this is where i start to ask myself,why didn't i just follow my gut instinct?Well,I'd loved to have done that,but unfortunately i couldn't because then i'd be accused of being "biased".Well,that's a pity because i know that what i watched was crap.But unfortunately,i am a part of the "thinking audience" which as we know is a minority in our country.The masses however loved the movie and have praised it to the skies.
God,why's this so confusing???
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Humiliation!
Warning:The following post contains a lot of negative vibes and is not exactly what i'd describe as feel good reading unless you are a sadist or my enemy.
Humiliation is lowering a person's status in his own eyes as well as other's eyes.
Being experienced in always ending up at the receiving end of humiliation,one would guess that I am used to the feeling.Well,in a way,it's led to heightened anticipation of the feeling in me,but the hurt,depression and self-loathing that follows,Nah,can never get used to it.
I've been a glutton for punishment since i was a child.I've been humiliated for a lot of things which may seem silly to those who did it or for those reading this,but to me,it matters a lot because now when i look back at what all humiliations i've been through,I think that maybe all these incidents have defined me to a major extent.
I have been humiliated for a variety of reasons since the beginning.Maybe the fact that i'm not a very sociable guy,my physical appearance,my lousy sense of timing etc etc.I don't know what,but a lot of ammunition has always been used against me for reasons way beyond my comprehension.Some humiliations can be justified as even i believe that i seriously had them coming,but some of them,i still maintain,i never deserved.They were just actions of pure spite by normal people having abnormal moments and unfortunately for me,my lousy sense of timing brought me in the firing line of their anger burst.
Now the above wouldn't have mattered to me had it not been for my high sensitivity level.Although i am not as sensitive as i used to be when younger,i still hate being embarassed.The problem here is that i never really grew a thick skin like most people i know.I sometimes wish that i could just forget whatever crap people tell me and move on,but sometimes it's just not possible as how much ever i try to forget it,I am not able to.
There are also many occasions where i have been used and taken advantage of by unscrupulous people who were out to pursue their own goals through me.An unfortunate problem i face(So do a lot of others) is that i am a little naive at times.Due to this,i end up trusting the wrong people most of the time.These people make me feel like they are my friends and will always be there for me while they have a good time at my expense and the day i cease to be of any use to them,they start treating me like shit and taking me for granted.
Why i am writing this is because today i went through another humiliation,this one coming after a long time and I seriously need to let off some steam.Now today's incident has left me confused.I don't even know if i had it coming.I'm not as angry about being rebuked by the authority as about the fact that a lot of people who hate me got a great opportunity to have a legitimate laugh at my expense.Now if my guess is right,i'll be the butt of jokes for a few days,then everybody will forget it,i too will forget most of it,but the humiliation will remain and will come up at the most inopportune times.
I know this is just another angry rant,but to be frank,this is what helps me from losing it.And to be frank,from now on,this is gonna be my only response to people who try to mess with my feelings and besides a wise man once remarked "It takes 72 muscles to frown and 34 muscles to smile,But it takes only 4 muscles to show them the finger"
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Duh!!
Am feeling kinda disoriented today.Today was the beginning of something that's gonna change my relaxed lifestyle for the next 1 yr.College reopened today.Man,i was feeling so disoriented throughout the day.Imagine,your 1st day in college after nearly 2 months and u end up listening to your lecturer go Bang Bang Boom(atleast that's how it sounded to me)about the rules and regulations and all that jazz.Add to that a nagging headache because of lack of sleep and you got one hell of a day.The highlight of the day was lunch,which was simply mindblowing(Never thought i'd admit to liking vegetarian food).But after that it got worse.The aftereffects of the lunch showed in class.We guys were so damn sleepy,it was a miracle we stayed awake.As soon as college was done,we went home and watched this extremely wacko movie called "Epic Movie".It's supposed to be a spoof of all the big budget movies,but it falls flat on its face half the time.Not worth your time and money.Anyways,brain's run out of thoughts(Like it's gonna be active this late in the night).
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Death!!!
Death is the permanent end of the life of a biological organism. Death may refer to the end of life as either an event or condition.
That is how the encyclopedia defines it.When you read it,it sounds so simple and uncomplicated.Sometimes you wish it were that way.But they forgot to add certain points in the definition like sudden,heart-breaking etc.It says,Death may refer to the end of life,but what after that?
The worst deaths can be the ones that are premature(before their time) and sudden(without any warning).They are the ones that cause the most pain because often in these cases,the loved ones don't have a clue that this may be the last time they are seeing the person.What makes it worse is the many things that have been left unsaid which leads the survivor down a self destructive path of "I should have told him/her how much i loved him/her" which in turn leads to suicidal and manic depressive thoughts and in the worst case scenarios,actions.
My experiences with Death have pretty much scarred me for life.It has made me slightly stronger,but also very paranoid.I do not fear my death,but i fear having to live through the death of my loved ones which is a fate worse than death.It is the closest equivalent of what hell may feel like.
That is how the encyclopedia defines it.When you read it,it sounds so simple and uncomplicated.Sometimes you wish it were that way.But they forgot to add certain points in the definition like sudden,heart-breaking etc.It says,Death may refer to the end of life,but what after that?
The worst deaths can be the ones that are premature(before their time) and sudden(without any warning).They are the ones that cause the most pain because often in these cases,the loved ones don't have a clue that this may be the last time they are seeing the person.What makes it worse is the many things that have been left unsaid which leads the survivor down a self destructive path of "I should have told him/her how much i loved him/her" which in turn leads to suicidal and manic depressive thoughts and in the worst case scenarios,actions.
My experiences with Death have pretty much scarred me for life.It has made me slightly stronger,but also very paranoid.I do not fear my death,but i fear having to live through the death of my loved ones which is a fate worse than death.It is the closest equivalent of what hell may feel like.
Friday, May 25, 2007
Living and Dying By the gun
Whew!!Just got back from Shootout at Lokhandwala.Its tagline says based on true rumors,but how much is true and how much are rumors are kinda hard to gauge in this movie.The plus points of the movie are the way it's been shot,the dialogues and the background music.Also,to an extent,the performances are not bad.However not all is good in this movie.The violence while enjoyable is a little putting off as is the crudeness of the dialogues.Another beef i got with this movie was the absolute wastage of Abhishek Bachchan.Why cast him in that 2 bit role if u are gonna bump him off in like 5 mins.But to be fair,loved his entry in the movie.
The best parts of the movies are the shootout scenes.But,the way some of the criminals are despatched to hell leaves you dissatisfied.Vivek Oberoi is rather inconsistent in the movie.Why i raise this point is because this movie is being hyped up as his comeback vehicle.While in some scenes he's brilliant and freaks you out with his menacing portrayal of Maya Dolas,at some points he just looks like a bad clone of SRK.Tusshar Kapoor is equally freaky,but that beard of his stands out like a sore thumb.In fact,the most convincing of the 5 main villains was Shabbir Ahluwalia who really scares you.
Among the heroes,1st of all the Big B.God,why did he ham so much?while he's funny at times,sometimes he just gets on ur nerves and his dialogue delivery reminds you of Family.Suniel Shetty finally acts well for a change.The friendly sparring between him and Arbaaz Khan is fun to watch.Arbaaz however makes good use of his wooden expressions in this movie.Sanjay Dutt however is pretty good in his role.Acts very well as ACP Khan.
The ladies have nothing much to do here except look good and cry when prompted except maybe Diya Mirza who as usual pisses you off.Amrita Singh is really good,but you wish that her accent would stay more consistent.
Overall a paisa vasool movie.Especially for the action junkies and the Sanjay Dutt/Suniel Shetty fans.
The best parts of the movies are the shootout scenes.But,the way some of the criminals are despatched to hell leaves you dissatisfied.Vivek Oberoi is rather inconsistent in the movie.Why i raise this point is because this movie is being hyped up as his comeback vehicle.While in some scenes he's brilliant and freaks you out with his menacing portrayal of Maya Dolas,at some points he just looks like a bad clone of SRK.Tusshar Kapoor is equally freaky,but that beard of his stands out like a sore thumb.In fact,the most convincing of the 5 main villains was Shabbir Ahluwalia who really scares you.
Among the heroes,1st of all the Big B.God,why did he ham so much?while he's funny at times,sometimes he just gets on ur nerves and his dialogue delivery reminds you of Family.Suniel Shetty finally acts well for a change.The friendly sparring between him and Arbaaz Khan is fun to watch.Arbaaz however makes good use of his wooden expressions in this movie.Sanjay Dutt however is pretty good in his role.Acts very well as ACP Khan.
The ladies have nothing much to do here except look good and cry when prompted except maybe Diya Mirza who as usual pisses you off.Amrita Singh is really good,but you wish that her accent would stay more consistent.
Overall a paisa vasool movie.Especially for the action junkies and the Sanjay Dutt/Suniel Shetty fans.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Life at the speed of a fast train!
Life's tough.Drunk on beer,hardly any money in your pocket.You miss the last train home.2 and a half hours later,You are a millionaire.What happened in those 2 hours???Sounds exciting on paper huh.Works out equally well on the big screen.Watched this movie today at adlabs and gotta admit,120 bucks well spent.This is one of those movies u wish u were the hero off.Abhay Deol seems to have made it a point to act in GOOD movies(Honeymoon Travels being an exception)unlike his 2 more illustrious cousins.Neha Dhupia is finally believable as a prostitute.Add to that a motley crue of really weird characters like a short don,a mahabharata spewing inspector,a henchman with a glass eye,a nana patekar lookalike,a rajnikant fan sub inspector etc and u have got 2 and a half hours of pure fun.
I'm rather pleased at the new developments lately in Indian cinema like the sudden focus on urban life,low budget movies with high quality stories and character driven movies.It's like a whole new wave movement like the one in the eighties,but with a more contemporary look at society.
If this continues,trust me,It's all good.
I'm rather pleased at the new developments lately in Indian cinema like the sudden focus on urban life,low budget movies with high quality stories and character driven movies.It's like a whole new wave movement like the one in the eighties,but with a more contemporary look at society.
If this continues,trust me,It's all good.
Sunday, May 06, 2007
Back Home!!!
Boarded a plane,landed in blore,caught a cab,went to her place,met up,had lunch,had icecream,went to aunt's place,crashed for the night,woke up,met up with her and other friends,attended a reunion,faced an interrogation,scared people with my new look(now old),met cousins,binged on beer and icecream,went home again,slept,woke up with hangover,went with cousin to random govt office,went on shopping spree at my regular bookstore,had mindblowing dinner,met her again,received parting gift,slept,woke up,boarded flight,landed back here,went home,attended pooja,reunited with beautiful niece.......
That in a nutshell were my last 4 days.Life's good.Song for this post is the title of this Blog
i wanna say heya to my playa reitish d
big props to piggy chops and chuck masta sippy
my crew the bluffmaster movie
and those hip hop fakers vishal and shekhar
here we go!
(come to me bhool jaaye sara jahaan
come to me hum banale apni nayi jagah) - 2
listen up girl
ek main aur ek tu hai aur hawa mein jaadu hai
aarzoo bekabu hai samjho saare baat baaki
waqt ka kya bharosa banke paani beh jaaye
kal agar na mil paaye reh na jaaye baat baaki
right here right now hain khushi ka samaa
wind your body one time
right here right now hum hai is pal jaha
wind your body two time
bhool jaao muskurao reh na jaaye baat baaki
ek main aur ek tu hai aur hawa mein jaadu hai
aarzoo bekabu hai samjho saare baat baaki
waqt ka kya bharosa banke paani beh jaaye
kal agar na mil paaye reh na jaaye baat baaki
come to me - 2
b l u to the double f masta let's take it slow girl im
a long lasta
yeah im a bad boy
but im a good girl
out in the club or on your bed or un your rug girl
my rides a maybach so lay back while i drop the play
back
get to my crib and then u'll ask if you can stay back
u fine so fine i'm gonna keep you smiling
nice eyes fine fur pimp styling
aao mil jaayen hum yu ke phir na ho judaa
never gonna let you go girl
never gonna let you go no no no no
na ho koi faaslen na ho dooriyan
never gonna let you go girl
never gonna let you go no no no no no no
right here right now hain khushi ka samaa
wind your body one time
right here right now hum hai is pal jaha
eind your body two time
bhool jaao muskurao reh na jaaye baat baaki
i'm the masta of the bluff stuff i take it smooth but
i love the rough stuff
the ladies just cant be getting enough of the love
stuff
now i can be gentle or i can be givin yea tough love
ek main aur ek tu hai aur hawa mein jaadu hai
aarzoo bekabu hai samjho saare baat baaki
waqt ka kya bharosa banke paani beh jaaye
kal agar na mil paaye reh na jaaye baat baaki
(come to me bhool jaaye sara jahaan
come to me hum banale apni nayi jagah)
That in a nutshell were my last 4 days.Life's good.Song for this post is the title of this Blog
i wanna say heya to my playa reitish d
big props to piggy chops and chuck masta sippy
my crew the bluffmaster movie
and those hip hop fakers vishal and shekhar
here we go!
(come to me bhool jaaye sara jahaan
come to me hum banale apni nayi jagah) - 2
listen up girl
ek main aur ek tu hai aur hawa mein jaadu hai
aarzoo bekabu hai samjho saare baat baaki
waqt ka kya bharosa banke paani beh jaaye
kal agar na mil paaye reh na jaaye baat baaki
right here right now hain khushi ka samaa
wind your body one time
right here right now hum hai is pal jaha
wind your body two time
bhool jaao muskurao reh na jaaye baat baaki
ek main aur ek tu hai aur hawa mein jaadu hai
aarzoo bekabu hai samjho saare baat baaki
waqt ka kya bharosa banke paani beh jaaye
kal agar na mil paaye reh na jaaye baat baaki
come to me - 2
b l u to the double f masta let's take it slow girl im
a long lasta
yeah im a bad boy
but im a good girl
out in the club or on your bed or un your rug girl
my rides a maybach so lay back while i drop the play
back
get to my crib and then u'll ask if you can stay back
u fine so fine i'm gonna keep you smiling
nice eyes fine fur pimp styling
aao mil jaayen hum yu ke phir na ho judaa
never gonna let you go girl
never gonna let you go no no no no
na ho koi faaslen na ho dooriyan
never gonna let you go girl
never gonna let you go no no no no no no
right here right now hain khushi ka samaa
wind your body one time
right here right now hum hai is pal jaha
eind your body two time
bhool jaao muskurao reh na jaaye baat baaki
i'm the masta of the bluff stuff i take it smooth but
i love the rough stuff
the ladies just cant be getting enough of the love
stuff
now i can be gentle or i can be givin yea tough love
ek main aur ek tu hai aur hawa mein jaadu hai
aarzoo bekabu hai samjho saare baat baaki
waqt ka kya bharosa banke paani beh jaaye
kal agar na mil paaye reh na jaaye baat baaki
(come to me bhool jaaye sara jahaan
come to me hum banale apni nayi jagah)
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Freedom Baby!!!!
Man!!!Can't believe exams are finally done.Holidays are finally over my head.Now,i am not the kind of guy who's exactly enthusiastic about long holidays.Like most things,holidays aren't what they look like.Now you probably expect 40 days of freedom to be 40 days of crazy fun.Well,sorry to spoil your trip,but that's not what it is.Most of those days end up with you going nuts with boredom wondering what to do because you are so damn jobless.
Today,i was left wondering at the marvel of life.My niece who's barely a month old arrived here.Gotta admit,she's beautiful.It was fascinating for me to observe her mannerisms.Now i know why they say that playing with a baby makes you feel good.It is quite an experience.Especially watching her fall asleep so slowly,her breathing sounding as rhythmic as the waves of the sea.
I'm flying to bangalore tomorrow.Now generally,it's been my favorite holiday destination since a long time.That's because things are much simpler there.You know what to do,you know where to go,and the best part,you feel like home.Now i don't like going anywhere else because i end up feeling like an outsider there.But,not bangalore.It's like,i got this sense of belonging to the place even though i stay in mangalore.And,i can truthfully admit,Bangalore's the city that owns my heart.
The song for this post is Saving Grace by Tom Petty
Today,i was left wondering at the marvel of life.My niece who's barely a month old arrived here.Gotta admit,she's beautiful.It was fascinating for me to observe her mannerisms.Now i know why they say that playing with a baby makes you feel good.It is quite an experience.Especially watching her fall asleep so slowly,her breathing sounding as rhythmic as the waves of the sea.
I'm flying to bangalore tomorrow.Now generally,it's been my favorite holiday destination since a long time.That's because things are much simpler there.You know what to do,you know where to go,and the best part,you feel like home.Now i don't like going anywhere else because i end up feeling like an outsider there.But,not bangalore.It's like,i got this sense of belonging to the place even though i stay in mangalore.And,i can truthfully admit,Bangalore's the city that owns my heart.
The song for this post is Saving Grace by Tom Petty
I’m passing sleeping cities
Fading by degrees
Not believing all I see to be so
I’m flyin’ over backyards
Country homes and ranches
Watching life between the branches below
And it’s hard to say
Who you are these days
But you run on anyway
Don’t you baby?
You keep running for another place
To find that saving grace
I’m moving on alone over ground that no one owns
Past statues that atone for my sins
There’s a guard on every door
And a drink on every floor
[ these lyrics found on http://www.completealbumlyrics.com ]
Overflowing with a thousand amens
And it’s hard to say
Who you are these days
But you run on anyway
Don’t you baby?
You keep running for another place
To find that saving grace
Don’t you baby?
You’re rolling up the carpet
Of your father’s two-room mansion
No headroom for expansion no more
And there’s a corner of the floor
They’re telling you is yours
You’re confident but not really sure
And it’s hard to say
Who you are these days
But you run on anyway
Don’t you baby?
You keep running for another place
To find that saving grace
Don’t you baby?
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Winning!!
Everybody loves winning.Whether it's a galli cricket match or the world cup,college elections or national elections,It matters a lot.Trust me,winning is something that can get you out of a lifetime of depression.
To me,winning is like a drug.Addictive as hell,but once you lose touch,you don't miss it,but just look back and say "Boy,i did good"(i sound like a redneck).But seriously,winning is the only reason any person would want to look back through his otherwise unremarkable life.Of course,more than winning,look back at your losses.Atleast you'll learn from them.
What i love about winning is that the feeling that you get through your body when you win is this perfect mix of an adrenaline rush and a really happy feeling.Winning is fun,but too much of it can get a lil boring,Ask me,i'll tell you all about it(I now sound like an overconfident obnoxious prick).
Oh yeah,watched Ta Ra Rum Pum,that's where i got the idea for this post.
Anyways,the song for today is Eye Of The Tiger by Survivor
Risin' up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive
So many times, it happens too fast
You change your passion for glory
Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep them alive
Chorus:
It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watchin' us all in the eye of the tiger
Face to face, out in the heat
Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry
They stack the odds 'til we take to the street
For we kill with the skill to survive
chorus
Risin' up, straight to the top
Have the guts, got the glory
Went the distance, now I'm not gonna stop
Just a man and his will to survive
chorus
The eye of the tiger
To me,winning is like a drug.Addictive as hell,but once you lose touch,you don't miss it,but just look back and say "Boy,i did good"(i sound like a redneck).But seriously,winning is the only reason any person would want to look back through his otherwise unremarkable life.Of course,more than winning,look back at your losses.Atleast you'll learn from them.
What i love about winning is that the feeling that you get through your body when you win is this perfect mix of an adrenaline rush and a really happy feeling.Winning is fun,but too much of it can get a lil boring,Ask me,i'll tell you all about it(I now sound like an overconfident obnoxious prick).
Oh yeah,watched Ta Ra Rum Pum,that's where i got the idea for this post.
Anyways,the song for today is Eye Of The Tiger by Survivor
Risin' up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive
So many times, it happens too fast
You change your passion for glory
Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep them alive
Chorus:
It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watchin' us all in the eye of the tiger
Face to face, out in the heat
Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry
They stack the odds 'til we take to the street
For we kill with the skill to survive
chorus
Risin' up, straight to the top
Have the guts, got the glory
Went the distance, now I'm not gonna stop
Just a man and his will to survive
chorus
The eye of the tiger
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