What's with the media anyway?

Finally the world cup is here, its underway, its better than ever and people are busy talking about anything but!



Vuvuzella my ass!! (Not literally.)

Breaking news

I seem to be able to access blogger from office :D

I hope this ain't temporary. I may not be able to write lengthy stories from here..but atleast I will be able to approve the comments and stuff in real time. Don't like waiting all weekend for that.

Had a long weekend, with cousin getting married (To a guy who seems to wear lipstick) and all. Couldn't go back home. And this pleasant little surprise when I got back today. Was on leave this Monday.


Ok, lemme get back to the world of zombies now. They are all scratching their nails against the glass while drooling on it. I'll go throw them a chicken or something.
Bye

Crushed Ice

It was a really long time ago that I wondered how insane it would be to list all my crushes and the stories related. It's not a long list, but it would definitely be a long post. And of late, most of you hate my long posts (along with my short, medium and medium-short posts). So I decided to not go ahead with trying out that idea. But I will talk about some significant incidents. For example...

My First Crush

She was this girl in my class, who used to come on my school bus. I had never had an actual crush before, and this one really confused me. Having been brought up with a lot of boys AND girls, I never saw much of a difference between both. All that changed one fateful day when she walked past the window beside which I was seated inside the bus, with those earrings.

Yes, it was those earrings that did the trick, sorry if you were expecting something more romantic like long shining hair, or hips that swayed side to side like a plantain leaf in the warm afternoon wind, or a voice so sweet that you needed three shots of insulin to digest her "hello", but I'm not much of a romantic writer.

Back to the crush. She appeared in my dreams that night. I don't really remember seeing her face at all. Just her earrings and her voice, the way I imagined it - hoarse and loud, but lovable. I still remember the dream, it was just as weird as those earrings(Come to think of it, the earrings were not that weird).

Before we continue with the story, I must tell you that she belongs to one of those ultra decent categories. Won't see a boy, won't hear a boy, won't.. Because boys are EVIL!! Well, now she is a bit more relaxed now though.

I thought about her and that dream for the next five days during class, at home, on the football field. Everywhere. Yes. That was my first real crush. She broke the ice, so I guess she will be a legend some day (She better be)

How I got over her

You know how people say that the first crush is really special and you have a weakness for her and all? Well, not really.

This thinking and day dreaming lasted for five days. After that, the school closed for the Dasara vacations and when we came back, I didn't remember anything no more. Only when I finally became friends with her 8 years later, that I suddenly remembered everything and haven't forgotten ever since. I found it very funny how I had forgotten about it. Since I was cool about it, I told her how I had a 5 day crush on her once and Good Lord she totally freaked out and ran amock all around town for the next one month.

" Ahh...that monster said he has a crush on me. Now I have lost all my purity. My squeaky clean image..its destroyed. Nobody will marry me. Why GOD WHY? WHY ME??? "



The Grand Finale (Last crush)

Zooming past all the other mediocre crushes, I bring you to the very last crush, which happened quite a years ago despite being my last. Well, she was this immigrant from Antarctica, she ruled a kingdom there (Queen of ice). She didn't say so, but she was so cold that we could take a guess.

Another good guess could have been that she was a robot from the future/alien planet.

"Feelings? What are these feelings you speak about? Are they the paper things you hang in the toilet? Where I come from, they call them tissue paper."

Thank GOD I never gave her a rose. If I ever did, she would look at it with absolute curiosity for the next ten minutes, the would have bitten off the top, crunched it like a Cadburies 5 star and then spit it in my face complaining that I gave her something that wasn't sweet/juicy enough.

Seriously, at 2 feet 7 inches and 14 microns tall, she was so full of herself, that you could bet your cojones off that when she is finally six feet under, she would turn into a manure mine if you know what I mean.

Brain Versus Heart - How I got over her

You know how all the negative traits of a person vanishes when you have a crush on her? It was the same with me. I never saw how she was close to a star wars character than a normal one as long as I was totally hammered over her. All that changed one fateful afternoon when we met right after lunch.

She might have been a messy eater all along and I never noticed it, until then, or maybe that particular day she had been really messy. Clearly, she had some stuff on her cheek. (To put it in a nutshell. Because the detailed truth might make it gross. Plus I have a weak stomach for such things myself.). So as one last favour to my last crush, I told her to wipe her slimy face, when nobody was looking. And now that I had seen that..I had seen it all.

I mean clearly, I did not want a girlfriend with whom I could guess what she had for breakfast, lunch and dinner for the last three days. No sir.

Score one for the brain. Brain 4 - Heart 0.

Good thing she doesn't read my blog. Or she might fry my ass with a plasma ray gun or a laser bazooka that is likely to be hidden in her bionic arm.


Somewhere in between - my 2nd or 3rd crush..no 2nd..no wait 3rd.

Explaining only my first and last crushes did seem like selling a used shoe for couple a thou. So here is a freebie in the pack.

I dunno which number she comes into. Oh wait...she was the 2nd. Or so I think. Anyway, she was this childhood friend. She had shown that she had a hint of liking to me and for a lot of years that made me uncomfortable. But after I got over my crush of Britney Spears, I started looking at my real life options.

By the way, yes, I am not including Britney Spears in the list. Its just way too lame when people put celebrities on the their list of crushes.

"Hey, who was your first crush?"

"No, its a secret"

"Hey please tell me" (Say its me! Because you were mine)

"No..but I had only like three"

"Cmon, please tell me" (Oh wow, my chances have gone up, but who the hell are the other two losers?)

"Ok. Aamir Khan, Richard Gere and George Clooney"

"Oh so nice" (Bitch!)

Never happened to me but I have seen guys complain about this a lot. So I didn't put celebs on my list. I didn't want to be a bitch.

Sorry about the off topic, so lets get back to talking about my 2nd. So she was this only girl I was close to at that point in time. Eventually I ended up with a teeny tiny crush on her.

How I got over her

Sad story. True story (All of the stories on my blog b.t.w). One fine day she had asked me to meet her when she was visiting my college. I had never made a move on her and had never planned to. Well that's me. But I was meeting her after a really long time. We had just kept in touch over the net and the phone, busy with our own lives. So we finally meet and I get a close up of her and find that she had really brown teeth. Good God!

Score one for brain. Brain 2 - Heart 0


I know. I know. I am a jerk!

(And just so you know, I won't be revealing/confirming the names of any of these chicks online or offline, at any cost. Thank you)

I am the kind of guy who gives the rest a bad name. But give it a thought..imagine me saying

"I like my girlfriend's teeth like I like my coffee...BROWN!"

Thank you brain. All of you are free to go ahead and call me a douche, but believe you me. If it wasn't for my brain and its quick reflexes, I wouldn't be as awesome as I was today and I wouldn't have written a single story on my blog.

And if you must know about my celebrity crushes, they were Catherine Zeta Jones, Britney Spears, Aishwarya Rai, Priyanka Chopra and maybe lately Katrina Kaif. In that order.

I know that I am a guy who is single by choice. By second choice. But given a choice, I would still opt to wait for the perfect girl. One who doesn't feel I tarnished her squeaky image by being with her, or has a "Guess what I had for lunch" face, or has a...oh well, you get the picture. Or maybe, I will turn into the crazy snake guy.


Perfect girl...are you there?

Confusions, Confusions Go away

Too bad. Too bad. There were people around me confused about stuff, now they are all so clear about their future, about what they want. And here I am, almost 24, still not clear about where I am going, why I am going.

Life changing steps freak me out. I have never planned anything. Things always just seem to work out. But what if I run out of luck?

You get the drift. I can't be like this forever. I don't want to know my future, I like being surprised, but I want a little more clarity on the decisions I am gonna be taking.

Please God Please, tell me whether I should buy a DVD writer or wait for a Blue-Ray reader?

Send me a sign. (Or maybe money to buy both).

The Crazy snake guy

You know you are gonna die alone in the basement of your house at a pretty old age (and then nobody will notice your dead) when you start seeing only two comments waiting to be published on your new post after you login to your blogger dashboard after a week.

Lets just for a while, screw that I don't care policy and seriously think of how a person gets used to seeing 8-12 comments waiting to be published the very next day of writing a new story. How your world has gone from being ignored without purpose, to being ignored on purpose, out of jealousy that he is now the all la-di-da writer in our midst. What can he write that I can't. And you can sense that vibe of well confined appreciation. You know you have secretly motivated bloggers here, there and everywhere. You get one hundred unique hits a day. Forty percent of those bookmarked visits coming from outside your country. You are finally, really the king of your world.


And then, life happens. It doesn't wait around for you to wonder if you have a choice between being a mostly-secretly appreciated writer but not good enough to so much as buy your own pen and going with the flow. Anyway, there is no choice. You can go with the flow and hope that both can be juggled, or just wait for another miracle. And then you start wondering if you are making it all a big deal? It was good while it lasted, and eventually you will run out of things to say. Nobody will realise your aren't there. Remember, only dead things go with the flow, and so did I. I had never cared and will never.

But you just know, that every time you see only two comments (From nice people because..well they are nice and has nothing to do with my blog) waiting not so eagerly for my approval, that you are dying alone after maybe spending the last twenty years rearing cats or lizards or some other strange animal you hate right now and doesn't give a crap about your blog, so that you can scare little children with it. When that happens, please give away my pets to the zoo.

All of a sudden, things change. You see a new follower. You have no idea why you care, but you are now not so sure about the you-are-dying-alone theory. I will probably die with that guy? Eww I certainly hope not. Will look like a gay couple committed suicide because they were ashamed to come clean (No pun intended) about their relationship. And if it is a girl, its like getting two followers at once. So with that new follower, life is all rosy. Rosier than the cheapest Golconda wine stain. So you immediately get on and start typing that story you were thinking about in the bus, until you realise, that the new follower is not aware of the commenting "facilities" either. So its back to watching the hit meter get just 2 unique hits on a lucky day. (Isn't it ironical that I am talking about YOU, yes YOU my dear reader and just one other person.)

You type out a joke about the facts of your life and the only comment you get is like "Oh that was bad", I almost pull my scalp out while tugging at my hair shouting "IT DID NOT REALLY HAPPEN, ITS A JOKE" but you realise, they can't hear you. And there is no way to make my point any more either.

Seriously, make sure you give away my pets to the zoo (they probably won't bite).

Looking for a house again

I'm so fcukin tired of looking for a house. All the guys who got posting in the same city along with me are now looking for a house with me. And come Monday I have to start looking for a house again. Can't I throw me feet up for a while? I had enough house searching only recently back in hometown. My family shifted only weeks ago. And I didn't even get to unpack.

Come ON!

Maybe I must consider a career in Real Estate. "Oh you will just love this house, the window opens to a view of two cows and many many flies and you know what? You can wake everyday to the smell of that dung..just like the good old country side. You will wonder if you are really living in a metro. And here is a bonus package, you get to fist fight with the civilized neighbours everyday for different reasons, turning you into a real man."

I'm sure I have it in me.

Yeah..we looked into two houses so far..both were rubbish. I wish I was just rich enough to live alone. I didn't have to worry about walking into the house after work to a bunch of room-mates watching porn(Seriously, I don't get the point or kicks in watching someone else do it, call me what you want) with so much intensity that if they had focussed so much on work or studies, they would be my landlord rather than my room-mates. Or someone playing Akon or Malayalam movie songs at full volume at the middle of the night.

I'm not complaining...I have just always been this private guy when it comes to my personal space. All this room-mates thing feels so invaded upon.

I can only hope that this week that I get at least, AT LEAST a good house for a good price, in a good locality(Without cows and flies), I don't mind being without a bit of personal space for a while now.

The week that wows

Ok. Here is my week in a nutshell.

* Got the big news, I'm not gonna be posted away, I'm STAYING RIGHT HERE! I'm so relieved.


* Rode at 120+ on India's second longest bridge.

* Got to see the Satyam campus and its WICKED!! Seriously..its way better than infy or whatever campus I have seen so far in real or on TV/news. It beats most of the college campuses too. The architecture (is above average, if not best), the trees, and oh the BIG tree..the banyan. Just awesome. Its so much put into an average amount of area. Sad that the organisation had a bumpy time in the recent past.

* Appeared for a cricket team selection just for the hell of it, bowled a bit and got selected.

* Bought myself a Beautiful Betta (Fighter Fish). He is a curious little devil.

* Was told I will be put into a dev role when everyone around is getting testing.

* And my cabin... (HEAVA-A-A-A-NNN!).
Its at the corner, got a big window in front of me. Even though most cabins have 4 people sharing it, because of the location of this one, it has a BIG (And I mean Big!!) pillar right behind me, which makes it a one person cabin. Nobody would know if I did the Manipuri tribal dance in it.

* Got a very important letter.

* I finally decided to completely quit coffee (Outside home - Hey! Terms & Conditions always apply dude). And I went the entire 123 hours without coffee. Had a big bucket of coffee when I got back home though. Twice.
So as long as I'm outta town, my famous "Thank you God for Chocolate, Cricket and Coffee" becomes "Thank you God for Chocolate, Cricket and Katrina Kaif"

* And no, I didn't visit that Plastic surgeon

Christ kill me now..

One fine day at the cafe-

Chick: Hey Ice, I wanna help you get a girlfriend.


Me(Shocked and confused): Why?

Chick: Cause ya Gosta Gosta Get one..and I'm pretty good at this, believe you me.

Me(Now feeling a bit pumped up): Umm...alright...you gotta be open minded right? Why not.

Chick: Ok. Now first of all, I know this great plastic surgeon in Bangalore....

Not in this life...or next

The news is that on Monday I will get the big decision. The decision that will tell where I am headed.

A little birdie told me I will be posted out of the state and it will be the

END OF AN ERA!

The guy/gal/it who posts me outta state is a   %&($()   #&%(*   .!..

I am never going to the location down south, especially. Believe you me. I will stop the bus on the state border and hang myself on a tree instead. Maybe, I will hop across the border to piss on them and back before I hang myself.

I will probably post an update about it on my twitter, unless of course I'm fuming enough to make hell shit in its pants, which is likely the case, so don't wait for it.

Dear Andrew Fcuking Hughes

I heard you damaged your brain when you sat down hard last week. That's pretty sad, especially because nobody will be able to tell the difference.

I read your last piece (of shit). I am sure that this is the closest you will get to T20...ever.

Anyway, I really suggest you take an aspirin and lie down. Otherwise all that excitement you got from writing your stupid ass article might give you a heart attack. Or even better, you might smudge your vision if you end up peeing in your old age diapers.


Not yours,

Ice.

Weekends...!

I'm gradually beginning to dread weekends. They have become the busiest days of my week.

Once called Mr.24x7 Online...I hardly spend 20 minutes online now.

Anyway, I just got home. On my way here in the bus, I had a guy with a fat ass sitting next to me and I hardly had any space to sit. I heaved a sign of relief when fat ass got off mid-way and a woman with a fatter ass sat next to me(almost on me) and squeezed me half to hell by pushing my poor straw-like body against the body of the bus.

I have been missing blogging. You still remember the 'Save our bloggers' campaign right? Only 1411 real bloggers left. Do your bit to save us. Or should I upload a cute picture of me sleeping? (Yes cute, I'm good at Photoshop)

I need a break. I think I'll go to sleep.

DING!

After coming here, I seem to have lost my capacity to play a practical joke when I see one. My colleagues, if I may call them that still think I'm funny, but I feel I have quitened down a lot (Well, relatively).

I had been to this pizza hut few days back with my room mate. We were returning from another friends PG when we got really hungry. While either of us don't really like to spend too much money, which usually happens when you visit these pizza places, my friend mentioned that he has never had a pizza. I thought maybe he should today. Anyway, here we are sitting inside this place and a guy is sitting next to us, looking at the door. There is a cake kept in front of him where probably his companion was supposed to arrive.

As I drowned a tasty apple cinnamon ice tea (You gotta try that one) I noticed that the guy next to me was getting very uncomfortable. I figured that perhaps the person he was waiting for hadn't shown up for long and I began to feel sorry for him.

I hate to see lonely people and I had this deep urge to ask him to join us. I know! Thats quite weird. I KNOW! Alright, so I am just wondering what's gonna happen to him when all of a sudden all the guys working at the restaurant form a circle around the table and start singing "happy birthday". It was the guys's bday, as one of the waiters shouted out to us. It was nice. They followed up with their own version of "We will rock you" the words of which none of us could make out, but it nice, with all the rythmic stamping noise and all.


Well that is that. As we moved towards the end of our dinner, I noticed this bell that said "If you had a good time ring the bell".

Barely seconds after I noticed this, a couple who were leaving the restaurant rang the bell and the whole team of pizza guys shouted "THANK YOUUU!!"...

...An evil smile formed on my face. \m/

Finished off the pizza in a hurry, paid the bill asked my friend to wait at the door, went to the bell and..

"DING"

"THANK YOU"

"DING"

"THANK YOU"

"DING!!"

"THANK YOU"

"DING!!"

"THAN...??...??...THANK..THANK YOU"

"DING DING!!"

"???????????????"

And as rest of the restaurant was busy laughing at the pizza guys' puzzled looks, I made my exit before they realised what was up.

Why I must keep this blog alive

While I am not aiming at any sort of ego massaging, I would still like to establish the fact that bloggers are a dwindling species. You(bloggers) and I are priceless.

Read this little article that says:
Youngsters prefer Facebook to blogging

So blogging will be classic in around 5 years. There will be no bloggers but just blog readers. While I am ok with twitter, 140 really cramps my style. I make a lot of noise on FB too..but I think I am much more than just 'likes' and 'comments'.

If you are a blogger, you now know, that you must keep YOUR blog alive.

Lost in Transition - Part II

I have been travelling to this city since I was,like,3. So getting adjusted to the place is not tough for me. I was homesick for about a week. Now I'm loving it here. Ofcourse, my mum is sonsick! ;) She cries every time I leave.

The conductors here are crazy. Everytime I supply exact change, they have an orgasm. Change is hard to find! One of them told me that the last time someone paid him with more than 5 Re1 coins was way back in 1994 when he had just joined the service.

The roommate has now brought in his computer and plays music loudly, till 1 AM while practising C programming. Guess what he listens to at full volume?

AKON!! (Imagine Akon on full volume while trying to catch some sleep in room brightly lit with tubelights with tip-tap-tip-tap typing sound in the background. Christ, kill me now!)

And he doesn't reduce the volume on request. Unfortunately for me and fortunately for his skinny ass, I don't want to end up fighting.


My manager is the grumpiest creature on earth. And she likes to shout. Just to establish her superiority I suspect. If you can hear voice, then you know you are within a kilometer of her cabin.

An interesting fact. The guys here think I'm decent. Muhahahahaha!!! (Good thing they don't know where Im blogging)

But I like the people in this place, even my roommates. Yes. These are nice people(even though they play music loudly). No hard feelings anywhere. Hopefully, this is something that is not just one the surface.

Im beginning to wonder if I am supposed to be feeling stressed out, because everybody else around me are complaining of stress. But what the hell?

Btw, I am so disconnected with the world till I return home. Do you know they got free internet in Singapore? I'm so fuckin jealous!

Its when you come here that the reality finally hits you that there is no REAL going back home. 40 hours visits to home doesn't really count as a return. This is the end of life as I have known it. Beginning of how it will be maybe for the next 20 years.

I can almost taste the raw mud as I sniff the hot air, which announces the arrival of summer. The fragrance, which once meant that exams were over and the sky was the limit for the next two months. Summer Vacations. I can still smell the summer in the air..but there are no vacations. Downside of being an adult that I always wanted to be.

Coming to being an adult. I am often caught laughing my heart out. Jumping around the corridors. Sometimes even making odd, weird faces at the security cameras. Playing with the rotating workstation chairs. Only to suddenly realise I am not supposed to be doing things like this anymore. You feel so stupid when you realise you are being silly.
Im a fine adult alright. And my dog Pluto is the queen of England. Please God, shower me with some maturity.

Grown up or not, I think my trasition process is almost over, I know my way around my place, I know my way around my daily chores here, I know my way around all the people I meet. There is just that feeling of that something that I have yet to finish, I just don't know what! [Maybe it will be a part of LIT-III]

The Great Bus robbery

1800hrs
23-Feb-2010
~12.9,77.6
Waiting for a bus

6:05:00 PM My bus arrives with a LOT OF PEOPLE in it and I get in.

6:05:05 PM Im chatting with my mate on SMS as I wait for the conductor on the footboard

6:05:15 PM My cellphone still in my hands, I pay the conductor for my ticket while still standing on the footboard

6:05:20 PM I put my cellphone in my pocket, feel it with my hands from outside once, and grip a bar to pull myself upto the center of the bus from the footboard.


6:06:00 PM Cellphone STOLEN!

6:06:02 PM I realise my cellphone is missing when I check my pockets again.

6:06:20 PM A gentlemen is standing next to me listening to music on HIS phone, I snatch the phone from him, and dial my own number
" Error in Network Connection "

6:06:25 PM I ask the conductor to shut the door

6:06:30 PM Doors shut

6:06:35 PM I start shouting at the top of my voice at the whole crowd. In fact, I shout so loud (Those of you who have heard me can imagine..) the driver slams on the brakes and the bus jerks to a halt.

6:06:40 PM Another guy realises his phone is missing. Starts pleading to the thief to return his SIM...atleast.

6:07:00 PM I'm still shouting. "If I frisk you and find my cell, I'll this, I'll that..."

6:07:02 PM Thief realises his game is up.

6:07:05 PM Something falls on the floor *THUD*

6:07:10 PM My cellphone is found in parts all over the floor of the bus and is gathered by the other people and given to me. Nobody saw who threw it.

6:10:00 PM I'm still shouting at Mr.Thief to return the other guys cellphone. The other guy...is busy calling his own number. I have my doubts on a boy in a blue shirt and start giving him a real cold stare wondering how to ask him if I could frisk him.

He, probably realising what I was thinking, puts his hands inside his pockets and produces a brand new BlackBerry and shows it to me with shivering hands. Now this guy didn't look like he could buy a normal calculator on EMI, let alone a blackberry. Even though looks can be decieving, my doubts in this guy were solidified. Before I could ask him to empty all his pockets, the call from the other victim is received, on his own number.

"Hello?"

"Sir you have my phone"

"Is that so?..."

"Sir where are you? I'll come and get it from you"

"Im at [Stop 11]"

"Stay there Sir, Im coming"

And he jumps out of the door and dashes in the opposite direction. FOOL! He himself got into the bus on Stop 12, which was long after Stop 11, how could the cellphone or the theif be there? I was shouting at him to stop, but all in vain.

Also, when my cellphone was thrown back onto the floor by Mr.Thief, it was, say, stop 20.

Idiots I say! And thats one smart thief. He flicked my phone in under 20 seconds. Some talent.


But that's one smart thief, outsmarted. I got my cellphone back!

Save our Tigers

Just 1411 of these cute creatures left in India..don't you want to see them 10 years from now?

Lost in Transition

The start:
I now wake up early in the morning. I leave home at around 8:30, reach my destination at around 9

The Companions:
Studious people around me, after all this while, still manage to make me feel like Im doing nothing.
I just wonder sometimes, if they are so studious, what are they doing here? 

The enivronment:
Neat. Love it. LOVVEE it.

The room-mates:
#1: He doesn't believe in bathing everyday. Nuff said.

#2: This guy is someone I knew way back in my Pre-University days. He was a friend of a friend of a friend of mine and used to eat at the same place I used to. When I met him recently I remembered that I knew him long long ago, once upon a time, in a land far awar and he finally ended up being my room-mate.
The day we shifted, he completely threw me off my comfort zone by saying "All this is amazing, I had never thought I will ever see you again after CET, now look at where life has brought me, I am your room-mate"
Not being able to deal with such an embarrassing situation I just kept interaction with him to a minimum(which I accept is bad) and now he thinks I am a snob.


The One Cute Chick:
Why are all cute chicks dumb?


The Beautiful City:
Uhhhhh! Dhool, Mitti, Paseena. Mechanical lives of a Million Money Making Machines. Is there anybody who lives a life here? Show me them!
I don't seem to have enough time to appreciate the beauty of the city. Once very green (as I remember it from over a decade ago) now not so much.



The coffee:
I realise my addiction to coffee is much worse than I had feared. I just can't quit. On an average I consumed about 50-80gms of coffee. Now I tried to quit, and I cant.
S'pose I don't get coffee on a particular day, I get so drowsy, that people think Im drunk. If I fight the sleep, I get a terrible headache.
Thank God coffee is free. (Thank you God for Coffee, Chocolate and Cricket)



The Internet:
No more internet, must explain why the blog looks like its dying...

I thought of carrying my laptop, but its a very personal belonging. I can't risk it with roomates, one of who doesn't bathe everyday and the other who is waiting to murder me for being arrogant.

Will try to be more regular here from now.

The friends:
I miss my friends. I miss my chats. I miss cricket. I miss everything.


The dusk:
I want the day to end early, but it doesn't. What with all the studious people around me and all. Lights are on for like forever until almost the sun comes out. And then ofcourse, the sun DOES come out, so mera kamre main andhera kabhi nahin.
If you have been following my write-ups a long time, you will know I can't sleep with lights on.




All in all, I'm just another brick in the wall...atleast for the time being. Albeit a satified brick.

High Hopes and a Happy new year

I was passing by a small apartment of 4 floors while sitting in a train back to home. I noticed a bunch of kids playing cricket on the roof of that building.

I recalled P, Ro n Me tried to do the same on the roof of our house, which is not a big deal because there is only one floor - ground floor. If the ball fell down, it was a pain to fetch it, but nothing compared to what these kids were upto.

The train came to a halt then and there and just as I wondered about the consequences of a runaway ball, the kid who was batting, missed the delivery and the brand new tennis ball fell 4 stories to the ground, bounced to pretty good height, as though in slow motion and finally found its way into one of the world famous open gutters in all the areas around our capital.

We all watched the ball go from flourescent bright green to a slushy brown and bog away on the dirty waters of the open drain.

Every single time I go on a train journey, there seems to be a story to write about here. But for great love of God, I don't! You will see why.

About ten minutes later, when the train finally began to move further, I wondered again as to why the kids had still not resumed playing.

Then it struck me - They didn't have the balls to play the game!


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I can see that your high hopes of an emotional story full of morale are shattered by this anti-climactic end. But don't worry be happy, cause its a happy new year -

2010

Seems like it has started out really well for a LOT of people. Hope it has/will for you too!

Psst! I sooo wanna play cricket now!! And I feel pity for those dumbass kids :D

Hot stuff!

Now that's some Hot Stuff! Thnx 9:)

I read somwhere...

I read somewhere that 23 is too old to be jobless and living

with your parents.

 

 

 

 

Wait, that was a note I found on the wall in my room.