Cherishy!!

"Oiii Idiot come down near the Pav-Bhaji wala for a suttaa,Come fast!!!We are already there."I kept the phone down and gathered my measly belongings into a mangy black purse and ran down.Of course not before the new number lock gave me trouble and me cursing it for what it is.As i ran down,I had to meet random people I wouldn't have ,and all of whom had to choose that time to make polite conversation with me.All this done.I raced towards the gate and they were stepping back in.I was trying to manhandle the group and push them back out of the gate when one of them screamed "surprise!!!!" ,even if figuratively and not literally.She pulled out a Candy pink bottle of Absolut raspberry .All our breaths stuck in our throats for just a brief second in wt seemed like an eternity .Common sense prevailed and all of us shooshed her into putting the booty back into the safe confines of the bag,lest the lechy eyes of the guards fall upon them.We had a tough time deciding if grape juice or Orange juice would go with a raspberry flavoured drink and ended up getting both.

The road outside was dark and the weather balmy .This is not the ideal waether the city always went through in winters."Darn!!!Blame it on global warming."We walked as the breeze rustled the leaves on the trees and bushes lining the broad boulevard.We found a spot on the pavement which was obscure and well lit by the moon light flooding the place.We sat there made our drinks,sipped on it,talked about random things,laughed on bad jokes and tried making cheap digs at each other ,cringed everytime a car drove past us and took photos of our attempt at rebellion.

Just as the clock struck 12 in the Cinderella story,It struck 10.30 and all of us had meetings to attend.We left as we came in and that was the end of that.

We never remember our past as a whole ,but as moments bubble wrapped and stored away for eternity.This moment was definitely one of those moments for me.

Return To Innocence

My Friend’s Brother whom I mock hit on , has been liking a girl for the last 4 years at least . Belonging to the purist clan of the Tam- Bhrams ,He has had the gall n *alls to fall for a Sri Lankan Tamil ,which is just as bad as anything else can be ,like bunking your college to watch a movie with your friends. Its hard enough to believe in the ghor-kalyug ,that a guy ,nothing less can stay hooked on to a single girl for 4 ish years.
My friend today tells me breathlessly ,My brother almost got kissed for the first time today . Mentally ,I reeled for a minute ...Did I hear that right ....”FIRST ”.When was that ?????Immediately I got back to real life, and prodded her on .”Why was it almost????” She replied very matter of factly, ”He was too tall for her .He is 6 ‘3 .She was leaving for Canada ,They were saying their goodbyes and She held his hand quietly for a minute and knowingly stood on her toes to kiss him, she couldn’t reach his face .My brother didn’t know What to do and , too overwhelmed by the situation he patted her head “ .
It is quite impossible to find such instances of innocence in this bad world of dog eat dog. I had this immediate urge to tell her to take the next flight back home ,to bury her brother deep in some bomb shelter where no one will ever find and hurt him .I am technically younger ,but i suddenly felt ancient ,When was the “FIRST”?Where was that first rush? Where was that exciting feeling charting unchartered territories ? Have we gone so far in the pursuit of so called “love” that we have permanently lost our return trip to innocence ???????

Stage Fear!!!

"His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy

There's vomit on his sweater already,

mom's spaghettiHe's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready

To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettinWhat he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud

He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out

He's choking, how everybody's joking nowThe clock's run out,

time's up over, bloah!"

Replace all the "Him's" and "He's" with "her's" and that would be me before,any stage performance or an interview.Anyone who is Anyone gets the jitters before going on stage,but for me Its almost like a whole crowd is chanting inside my head as to how miserably I shall fail and why I will not be able to get anywhere in life and there is an echo of hollow shrill laughter as soon as I enter the stage.It is unnerving and disorienting.

I know I sing well ,but I have never ever been able to gather my guts into my rather tiny stomach and give a performance like it mattered.

But,I think the tide is turning ,What goes around always comes around .Unbelievable yet,true ,Among a rowdy batch of 300 people I managed to give a fairly good performance of "ZOmbie" by The Cranberries .For the first time,I knew I was going to get mobbed and people will mangle me to death anyways and the,there was no fear.

I had the best time of my life.It gave me a sense of achievement and an unbelievable high better than any trip on weedash .

I think I am on the college band.

Its called,"90% on the rocks"

Chilling in Hell

Peeved rite now.

Observations from the Purgatory

Twenty four hour days seem infinitely more longer when you have absolutely nothing else to do .
Sleep no matter how much you try eludes you .
Binges no matter how hard you try to avoid happens.
Sweat and heat combined wit two younger brothers in the house is the ultimate irritant there is .
Ice cream seems and feels like heaven and nothing else .

Finally!!!!

I am just leaving for watching my first IPL match in the famed Chepauk Stadium in Chennai .The match between Chennai super Kings and Delhi Dare devils ..

Sambar Power Rules
Filter Coffee shall prevail
Kings shall subdue the devils
Yooooooooooooooooooooo hoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!

Theories on Adam Gilchrist!!!

What a man!!!What an illustrious career!!! Even the most die hard Indian fan would have had tears in his or her eyes when he retired after the finals versus India at the MCG .He has dished some brilliant innings and some stupendous catches and stumpings through his career .He is one of the best wicket -keeper batsman the world has ever seen . He is in his mid thirties and as some would put it ,"past his prime" and hence not suited for the ultra short format of the game T20's . Boy!did he put those lolling tongues to rest yesterday! Let me repeat ,"What an innings?"
Gilly as he is fondly known by his fans ,came up with an inspired performance yesterday for the Deccan Chargers .Chasing 154 against the Mumbai Indians ,Gilly made his century off 42 balls making it the fastest century in the 20-20 format .nine boundaries and ten sixers .96 of the 109 he made came in boundaries and sixers .His compatriots Andrew Symonds and Herschelle Gibbs watched in awe as he executed that innings to perfection .
As I was watching the match I recollected a crazy theory put forth by my best friends bumbling brother . According to him ,Adam Gilchrist and George Bush are long lost brothers who lost each other at Kumbh mela esque crowd and Adam Gilchrist was adopted by Australian Parents and George Bush was picked off the bin by Bushes and the story goes hence .I have absolutely the slightest idea as to why he came up with such a jack ass idea ,but nevertheless it caught my imagination .
I have personally always thought that Adam Gilchrist looks uncannily similar to Matthew Perry from his early Chandler Bing days . :)

Whatever the stupid theories may yield or unyield .The matter of fact remains that he is one of the most amazing stroke players ,the game of cricket has ever seen ,a conscientious one at that .

P.s.Respect !!! Some more Respect!!!!
Here's to Gilly !Gulp.....gulp...Hic.....Hic.....
We love you always .

Panchavati

Panchavati is the word that brought back memories of the days when I ran around in two pig tails and pink frocks and the days when my grandmother used to seat me in her lap and tell me stories of Indian mythology .
This weekend ,Me and my folks had gone down to Shirdi .The typical Indian family that we are , We had to pack in as much as possible within two days of tripping.So we decided to visit the nearby Naasik and Panchavati .
After a tiring three hours squeezing yourself in unforeseeable shapes inside a car ,in the middle of blazing summer ,We reached Panchavati .It was a serious anti-climax .
From What I remember from the days of yore ,Panchavati was the place where Sita asks Rama to hunt down a golden deer who was in fact the demon Mareecha out to lure away Rama .(In today's parlance Red herring..Waah!!!Kya strategy hai !!!) .Rama had been gone for quite some time when Sita being the typical, worrying, sincere, quintessential Indian bahu asked the maha honhaar loyal brother in law to locate her husband in the middle of no where .Alas!!!!!How could Laxman leave the lady of the house unattended in a thick dark forest with demons and animals.So he maaroes a line ,famously known as Laxman Rekha and ordered Sita not to cross it no matter What!!!(When mere Arthropods {read Cockroaches} don't adhere to Laxman Rekha,I still can't believe he expected Sita to ...) .Ravana the super villain of this particular story comes disguised as a beggar and abducts Sita to Lanka amidst her screams of Bachhhhaaaaaao!!!!!Main Lutttt Gayyyiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!barbaaaaaaaaddddddddd Hooooooooo gayiiiii!!!! Though I think,Sita secretly wanted to be carried away by Ravana as she chose to drop off all her heavy duty queenie gold ornaments to make Ravanas flying machine lighter ,hence easier to soar away into the sunset .
This is the story of Panchavati or rather Sthala Puran of the place. So ,Before I landed there.I expected a forest or in the least a garden named Panchavati in the banks of the river Godavari .
In reality ,The place is commercialized like almost every other tourist destination and the worst being two obnoxious memorial structures rite amongst those ancient temples and traditions .These two obnoxious structures are memorial structures of Indira Gandhi and Rajiv Gandhi .
Personally I think its just wrong to desecrate someone else's sense of identity. I really truly doubt if any government would have granted permission to build a memorial structure in between the Jama Masjid or Taj Mahal or the Peter's Basilica . I don't think the people belonging to that religion would have taken it lying down .
Are We too passive as a religion????

IPL

Chennai Super Kings,Deccan chargers,Mumbai Indians, Kolkata Knight riders,Delhi Daredevils,Rajasthan Royals,Kings 11,Royal Challengers ..
Eight teams,128 players ,one brilliant Indian summer that promises nothing but pure intense action and some kick ass cricketing action.
Its a new format,appealing at once to the young and the old alike.Where else can you see the two most illustrious opening batsmen open togather-Sachin and Jayasurya ..they may not have age on their side but they sure have some experience making that connection between the white ball and the sweet little spot on the bat.Two master strategists in the same team,Ricky Ponting and Saurav dada .India and Australia's most successful captains,enough to give any rival captain a nightmare .Imagine the sweet sound of Dhoni saying,"Well bowled Murli" ..Just the thing every cricket crazy fanatic would love to hear,and of course ,S ymonds and Gilchrist making some very beautiful music togather.Women Ahoy!!!Lets face it,The most drool worthy team has been handpicked and paid for by the very pretty Preity Zinta.Whew!Some gift her boyfriend got her huh..What was he thinking anyways.
though all of the above sounds just perfect to all us cricket crazy Indians,I am still grappling the problem of choosing my favourite team among the eight as all my favourite players seem to have been interspersed among the eight teams.Most people must be taking their decisions based on the parochial instincts but I believe that is just not the way to choose your favourites.

MAY THE BEST TEAM WIN.

And the curtain falls.......

TODAY ,Last day of Exams ,Same yet so different .No college or school to come back to after these vacations No safety net to protect you from the fall anymore.No more paid vacations.Time to ring in a new and hopefully happy life .Here's to the most memorable three years of my life and big Thank you for all who have been,all who are and all whom i hope will always be there for me . To the craziness,stupidity,laziness and fun of it all..TO LIFE IN ALL ITS COLORS AND HAPPINESS .

P.S:At this point,ALl I can say is,"F$#k !! What a Ride !!!!"

Gossip!!

Over the last one year,I have spent most of my day time at the NCC canteen next to my college that ensure smoked food,if not smokin' food .Smokers chill madi out there..First look and one would immediately imagine one of those shady gambling dens from the 80's Rajinikanth Movie.But,It has been home away from home.Refuge of the troubled and the bored it has been.If heresay were to be believed,The Symbiosis Law college students refused to move to their spanking new campus if the college authorities didn't get NCC Canteen along.
Just like most canteens,there are a few people who make it the place it is.Raghu Bhaiyya,Chandu and Babu bhaiyya ,These people play the faithful manfridays ,turning up at your beck and call for your Suttas,Chai and Poha,Chicken Sandwich et al.
Chandu is the over friendly, ever smiling, 22 year old(I still cant believe it) who waits on us patiently even if we sit there the entire day and order just a chai .Today When I came back to base at NCC after a miraculous exam ,We saw Chandu trying to flirt with a random chick in the canteen .All of us burst out laughing and like all great gossipy stories ,This rather unbelievable bit of information came up .
Chandu has three Women in his life.If you want to make it a little filmy then Four,The fourth being his mother.The first one is supposed to be the true love of his life .He is waiting for her to turn eighteen so that he can marry her.The second one has apparently been given a flat by Chandu ,the motive being questionable,which I somehow cannot believe for the life of me .The third one was the biggest surprise,She is apparently from some batch of a really reputed management college which is a part of my college .
How much of this is true and how much of it false,I leave it to you to decide.Out of pure curiosity,I asked my friend How she came about this really disturbing piece of information
.Apparently,Chandu was advertising for all to hear and My friend has Documentary Evidence
to prove all the above which i shall post once i land my dirty paws on them.

Random!!

Images pop up in my head when some phrases randomly come up in conversation..I am sure it happens to all of us ..I am just going to put up two of the latest word- image links i can remember.

1>The other day,I was texting a friend of mine and I asked ,"What he did the whole day?"I got a reply from him,saying,"I did nothing much,I was just sitting around" ,key words being sitting around and Pop!! I had an image of a fat orange pumpkin in my head.

2>Everyone is talking about the recession in the US ..Everytime i hear that,An image of a huge wobbly truck is conjured immediately.

Something to research:Word-Image Linkages.

P.S: Infinitely Hungry(Image of Garlic Naan and Butter Chicken ) and the aroma too..Killing me..

Ramblings....

This is how it feels like to be in love.But then of course this may not be love.
Its really funny how,Tradition and society demands of you to "know" a person well before you fall in love.What if you know the person for a month or so and yet have this immensely,intensely,unbelievably strong gut instinct that howls and hollers,"This is right","This feels right".What if the person who always remained barely in the peripheries of your existence is suddenly plopped into its very core by a series of seemingly innocous circumstances.What if you feel like you have reached that fork in the road,where you think being with this person or not is going to make a difference to your entire life.When society and friends ridicule you for being so naive about falling in love overnight and you still have the urge to reason with them and come out trumps.When all you want to do is to be with this person and just cannot get enough of them.When you truly want this other person to be nothing but happy even if it is at your cost and even if it means having to let go of the one precious thing you found for yourself.
But yet,we choose keep our silence .Is it wrong to agree and accept that you have fallen in love,just because it is "TOO SOON" to accept it.

Exclusive to me

I am someone who likes to bend the rules just for kicks.Last week when me and my friend ventured out of the house to go bowling on a balmy summer evening,The last thing i imagined was to get chased by cops.
I should mention at this point that the mistress of my life happens to be an exquisitely pretty and a lovely lady named "Filiya".She is actually one of those hand me down 15 year old kinetic Honda's that faithfully serve your family no matter what.My parents being in a transferable service,we have moved around a lot.My filiya still holds a TN-09 number plate in Pune.
Back to the fateful evening,We leave home.The ride was pretty uneventful till a signal came along,when I decided that i would break the signal and walk (ride) away unscathed.But my poor vision refused to see the three fat traffic cops manning the road on the other side of the signal.I break the signal and suddenly like one of those Counterstrike games you have played,where the CT team just springs up from no where,three fat cops came up from no where.Panic was overpowering me at this point.I had to do damage control as the signal i broke was right outside the RTO and i knew if i stopped there,my lady love would be impounded and her fate would be sealed.So i decide to take the riskier way out.I dodge three fat cops on the road and escaped.I was just begining to consider myself truimphant in my evil deed when me and my friend heard whistles.The darn cops were chasing us down on a bike .It was unfair competition to Filiya who was already groaning under the weight of two not-so-light individuals.I had to stop for the cops.
There were two of them.A young cop and a senior cop.Few minutes into the persuading game,we realised they were using the classic ploy of good cop-bad cop.The junior cop was the good cop and the senior cop being the latter demanding huge amounts of money for all my offences.My offences being 1>Breaking a signal2>Dodging three cops3> Not carrying any papers of the vehicle4>No NOC for an outside state vehicle5> Old number plate(white on black) 6>Rear number plate broken .I agree these are nothing to be proud of,but still an adventure that will never be forgotten.
We had to pay 400rs to cops to appease their "hunger" and got away.I have to agree that this whole episode shook me hard.Now,I am proud to say that I am a reformed individual(atleast I would like to believe that.) and hope to follow the traffic rules to the Tee and save myself a lot of time,money and most importantly Energy.

Food for thought

Why does everyone want to look good to the world??

Why is there a constant need to keep everyone happy ??

Why do we have to pander to bloated egos despite not wanting to??

I am Back........

Heylo..5...4.....3....2....1....0.....Drum rolls..and I am back...

I know the long hiatus kind of got extended infinitely,but here i am...