Another note in my mobile. Hopefully, this will see the daylight sometime. Being sick is real boring. You have to stay away from office AC, no drinking cold liquids, can't get wet in the rain and on and on.. However, all this free time gives you something to think about. The funny thing is what you tend to think during these moments are supposed to be never brought up again. For the God-knows-how-many time in my life, i feel sad about losing someone very close. Faces haunt, i learnt that the hard way. Plus if you get to hear "romantic" oldies, it's bound to affect. The low floor buses, incidentally, play melodies rather than tuning into an FM station. Talking about low-floors, they have started to creak, arrive late and seem wanting to some brushing. Leaving their sad state aside, the low-floors remain a cost effective way to reach Technopark. Hopefully, the KSRTC will do something before its too late.
Ah, meandering again. Back to being senti over someone, blah blah blah.. I should bloody stop crying over spilled milk, its high time.. She's gone and you are still here. Look for the next chick to have a crush on. Move on, bro..
Speaking of chicks, trivandrum pulls out a rabbit each time i loose hope and start yearning for kochi or thrissur. Maybe it's the TCS training schedule or is it UST. Ah, never mind. The bottom line is my eyes get beauties to watch.
Seems like i may have to stop for now. It's almost 10 and i got to get up early for the driving lessons. Ah, forgot to mention. My driving classes have resumed and hopefully, this time i'll get thru to the last stage, a driver's license.
It's Adios for now,
this is Jo signing
6/07/2011
On the forks, again !
This is what happens when you cross a blogger on sick leave and a mobile to type notes into. :P
Meandering thoughts
A late entry again. Something that I penned, err.. typed while on my way back from office.
The rain gods seem to wake up in the evening these days. Travelling in a cab with all windows closed seems so suffocating but there seems to be no other option for the time being. Back at work, my mind seems to be stuck at some place, the pace of work so slow. My first task seems tough, there seems to be a lot of loopholes. Hoping that it doesn't turn into a nightmare. Btw, the leaves for the exams have been accepted and now all that remains is to study. God help me with that. Speaking of God, it looks i'm drifting away from the Christian way of life. Life seems to a meandering stream with no specific goals. Seems like the rain has stopped, Yippee ! Speaking of rain, missing those hot coffee on balcony times at Kani.*dreamy eyes * Back to reality, the bus is stuck, as usual, in a block. More time to write, err.. type. Flow gaya :-x..
Got lost in the songs being played in the cab. Most of them are of the romantic oldies, shit.. Starting to feel sleepy, effects of the songs :-x.. Anyways, looks like it's gonna be long ride to home, stuck at Sreekariyam for some time now. I'm off to surrender to the songs, err.. sleep.#
4/17/2011
Symphonies on Nokia 2600-c
This post is a part of an experimentation on my mobile phone. I wrote this up as notes on my mobile.
Note - 1
Some people think guys are tough and have a strong heart. Let me tell you a story, short and sweet. Some guys are like coconuts, hard on the outside but soft and sensitive on the inside. Guys like this may be hard to spot but easy to hurt.
One such guy, say Rahul (i love the name that's why), is the central character of this story. Rahul's life as of now is a complete mess, know why ? Bcoz someone cracked thru the hard shell and messed up. Wanna know who was this someone, the one person he trusted his heart with, the one with the power to heal his soul. Thinking of how they came to meet seems like a fairy tale. But this fairy tale did happen and it happened right in between the common lives of you and me. How else could you term a meeting of two people, unknown to each other, that left a seed of attachment with one person and that outgrew into the other one's soul. Meher's starting days at work, away from home and at a new place. She knew some out there, and yet confident enough to make a mark. Rahul, around for a few months and still coming to grips with the new feelings inside him. Out of so many people present there, Meher asks him whether she could reach the 3rd floor thru the lift. A question from a cute one, who chose him for the query, makes him feel good. He goes on to help her reach her floor and to show her the way out. Still reeling from the encounter, Rahul manages to hide his grin. But then, a chain of events had been set into motion unknown to both of them. Over the next few months, Rahul tried to befriend her but given his introvert nature that would have been next to impossible. So he did what he did best. Stare at the angel, looking for a hint that she would be interested to be friends with him. Roughly thru the next few months, the peek-a-boo game carried on. Unknown to Rahul, Meher too started to have feelings for him. The game progressed at a slow pace until both of them could hold back no longer. Finally, after months of hesitation Rahul went over to speak to his angel. Well looking thru the other side, Meher was too wanting to speak. An opportunity presented itself in the most unbelievable of ways. Rahul was having lunch at his office pantry and Meher came around for some reason. She came again sensing that he wanted to talk to her. After all, the smiles at each other had worked into their hearts. She waited at the cooler, filling and emptying her bottle. He gobbled up his food to meet his angel. After a quick clean-up, he went by the cooler. Still hesitant to speak, he crossed over. Then with a devil-may-care thought, he turned back and walked up to her. A brief exchange of words was all that happened. Names were exchanged with a certain hope to know more. The next day, Rahul had an official party. On his way out of office, Meher walks straight into him. A brief exchange of words and phone no.s before Meher rushes off to catch her cab while Rahul moves towards the to-be sparkling evening. Riding behind on a team-mate's bike..#
Note - 2
A flurry of msgs during the ride lets them know more about each other while time flashes by. During the party, msgs are still being passed and the two come closer and closer. The torrents of emotion held back suddenly find an outlet. In his joy, Rahul takes a peg or two. Meher is unable to stand it and msgs transform into calls. Rahul talks to her in his not so sober state, describing his pent up feelings. With a promise to call later, he hangs up on her. After a few more hours of enjoyment, Rahul reaches home at 11. As promised, the new lovebird calls her up. The next few hour fly as the two, so engrossed in their tweetings, finish up their balances with lot more to say. The next weeks are spent over chats and calls with the two getting closer and closer. But alas, good things are never meant to last for ever. Meher realises that this is a fool's errand, never to be fulfilled wish. She starts to fear the society's norm and her parents. Unknown to Rahul, she starts to avoid him, ignoring him so that he notes away from her. Little by little, Rahul notices the change in her behaviour while thinking that it would become ok. How could have he known that Meher had already accepted that they could never be one. In the months to come, he moves thru life, unsure of how to take this new turn of events. Finally, Meher breaks thru her shell and tells him to forget her forever. Easier said than done for both of them, Rahul pleads her to change her stand. But the conservative nature of her parents makes her cold. Breaking her own heart against the altar of social norms, she goes away from his life. A few months pass and things seem to be normalising for Rahul. It seemed though that love wasn't done with him. Like a lighting flash, a call from Meher blows away his feeble pack-of-cards heart. She called to say that her marriage had been fixed. What could he say back other than stoically wishing her the best. In the next few months, they start to contact each other and Meher's words make Rahul believe that the situation could be still managed. Little was he aware that, Meher would skittle away his every hope. Finally unable to bear all this, Rahul breaks and he tells her to forget him. But Meher still confused in her heart between the love showered by her would-be's family and the yearning for Rahul weeps before him. He stays firm before her but inwardly a storm brews. How long could he hold back his love? He breaks his own shell and starts msging her again. Thinking that if could get over her, he calls her up like a friend. After a few minutes of chat, disturbed in between by her fiancé's calls, they seem to have a pseudo-break up. In his affection for Meher, Rahul decides to make her hate him. He msgs her saying that all those moments were a farce. Finally after many msgs and hurting her like for-ever, Meher begins to hate Rahul, even the mention of his name gives her tempers. Finally with the knowledge that he's lost Meher for ever, Rahul moves on....#
Note -3
Meher settles down with her husband in B'lore away from Rahul's shadow and reach. Will fate play again with their lives ? It's upto time to decide.#
Note - 1
Some people think guys are tough and have a strong heart. Let me tell you a story, short and sweet. Some guys are like coconuts, hard on the outside but soft and sensitive on the inside. Guys like this may be hard to spot but easy to hurt.
One such guy, say Rahul (i love the name that's why), is the central character of this story. Rahul's life as of now is a complete mess, know why ? Bcoz someone cracked thru the hard shell and messed up. Wanna know who was this someone, the one person he trusted his heart with, the one with the power to heal his soul. Thinking of how they came to meet seems like a fairy tale. But this fairy tale did happen and it happened right in between the common lives of you and me. How else could you term a meeting of two people, unknown to each other, that left a seed of attachment with one person and that outgrew into the other one's soul. Meher's starting days at work, away from home and at a new place. She knew some out there, and yet confident enough to make a mark. Rahul, around for a few months and still coming to grips with the new feelings inside him. Out of so many people present there, Meher asks him whether she could reach the 3rd floor thru the lift. A question from a cute one, who chose him for the query, makes him feel good. He goes on to help her reach her floor and to show her the way out. Still reeling from the encounter, Rahul manages to hide his grin. But then, a chain of events had been set into motion unknown to both of them. Over the next few months, Rahul tried to befriend her but given his introvert nature that would have been next to impossible. So he did what he did best. Stare at the angel, looking for a hint that she would be interested to be friends with him. Roughly thru the next few months, the peek-a-boo game carried on. Unknown to Rahul, Meher too started to have feelings for him. The game progressed at a slow pace until both of them could hold back no longer. Finally, after months of hesitation Rahul went over to speak to his angel. Well looking thru the other side, Meher was too wanting to speak. An opportunity presented itself in the most unbelievable of ways. Rahul was having lunch at his office pantry and Meher came around for some reason. She came again sensing that he wanted to talk to her. After all, the smiles at each other had worked into their hearts. She waited at the cooler, filling and emptying her bottle. He gobbled up his food to meet his angel. After a quick clean-up, he went by the cooler. Still hesitant to speak, he crossed over. Then with a devil-may-care thought, he turned back and walked up to her. A brief exchange of words was all that happened. Names were exchanged with a certain hope to know more. The next day, Rahul had an official party. On his way out of office, Meher walks straight into him. A brief exchange of words and phone no.s before Meher rushes off to catch her cab while Rahul moves towards the to-be sparkling evening. Riding behind on a team-mate's bike..#
Note - 2
A flurry of msgs during the ride lets them know more about each other while time flashes by. During the party, msgs are still being passed and the two come closer and closer. The torrents of emotion held back suddenly find an outlet. In his joy, Rahul takes a peg or two. Meher is unable to stand it and msgs transform into calls. Rahul talks to her in his not so sober state, describing his pent up feelings. With a promise to call later, he hangs up on her. After a few more hours of enjoyment, Rahul reaches home at 11. As promised, the new lovebird calls her up. The next few hour fly as the two, so engrossed in their tweetings, finish up their balances with lot more to say. The next weeks are spent over chats and calls with the two getting closer and closer. But alas, good things are never meant to last for ever. Meher realises that this is a fool's errand, never to be fulfilled wish. She starts to fear the society's norm and her parents. Unknown to Rahul, she starts to avoid him, ignoring him so that he notes away from her. Little by little, Rahul notices the change in her behaviour while thinking that it would become ok. How could have he known that Meher had already accepted that they could never be one. In the months to come, he moves thru life, unsure of how to take this new turn of events. Finally, Meher breaks thru her shell and tells him to forget her forever. Easier said than done for both of them, Rahul pleads her to change her stand. But the conservative nature of her parents makes her cold. Breaking her own heart against the altar of social norms, she goes away from his life. A few months pass and things seem to be normalising for Rahul. It seemed though that love wasn't done with him. Like a lighting flash, a call from Meher blows away his feeble pack-of-cards heart. She called to say that her marriage had been fixed. What could he say back other than stoically wishing her the best. In the next few months, they start to contact each other and Meher's words make Rahul believe that the situation could be still managed. Little was he aware that, Meher would skittle away his every hope. Finally unable to bear all this, Rahul breaks and he tells her to forget him. But Meher still confused in her heart between the love showered by her would-be's family and the yearning for Rahul weeps before him. He stays firm before her but inwardly a storm brews. How long could he hold back his love? He breaks his own shell and starts msging her again. Thinking that if could get over her, he calls her up like a friend. After a few minutes of chat, disturbed in between by her fiancé's calls, they seem to have a pseudo-break up. In his affection for Meher, Rahul decides to make her hate him. He msgs her saying that all those moments were a farce. Finally after many msgs and hurting her like for-ever, Meher begins to hate Rahul, even the mention of his name gives her tempers. Finally with the knowledge that he's lost Meher for ever, Rahul moves on....#
Note -3
Meher settles down with her husband in B'lore away from Rahul's shadow and reach. Will fate play again with their lives ? It's upto time to decide.#
4/05/2011
The Form, the Cup and the Joy
Usually my Saturdays move at a slow pace with nothing much to do other than perhaps sleep away to glory. But yesterday was hectic to say the least, starting on slow note and ending on a cresendo. My day starts at 6 in the morning when my alarm goes off. The day starts, but I don't start until 8~9. Anyways, after a quick freshening up, I had to go to the University for applying for the next season of exams. In the meantime, the Mech boys @ Kani had to attend lab while MA was leaving for small trip around the city. Before he left, MA passed me his brand new World Cup Tee for the day and I should say, it may have just turned the day in my favor, or so I believe. With the World Cup Tee on me, I left for an early morning breakfast at Vikas Bhavan Canteen ~11 am. :D After that, it was straight dash to Kerala University Campus.
The Campus seemed filled up with students, mainly B.Tech, lined for various purposes. The Form counter was having a queque when I reached there. While standing in line, I saw some of my juniors there. Had a small chitchat after which I re-joined the queque. After getting the forms, next in line was paying the exorbiant fees for the bloody exams. When I reached there, Asha a.k.a. Jyothika, was already there. She and a junior were filling up the chalans for payment. In between, I got a call from Sumesh. A bit embaressing to say but I totally forgot to inform him about the dates for submitting fees. Anyways, once again, I made my way to the Form counter to buy forms for him. On the way back, I had to take cash for his fees too. In total, I think, I went into the ATM atleast thrice for withdrawing cash. Back at the Cash Counter section, Asha was filling up her exam form while I had to fill up the Chalans for paying the fees. After paying the fees, I had to fill up 3 forms, namely two for me and one for Sumesh. The most boring part of the whole exercise. With Asha egging me on to finish it up fast, the forms were filled up fast. After that, I dropped them into the B.tech box.
After goodbying Asha, I went to my favorite haunt for lunch, Hotel Aruna. Had a nice veg lunch but sadly couldn't eat much as I drank up a bit too much water just before eating. :( Another thing to make a mental note, Don't Drink water before Lunch, Always After (DDLA, not DDLJ). After lunch, i walked back home in the searing heat. Too tired to do anything else, I started to watch Robinhood (Russell Crowe's) on Anogh's Lap. Watched almost 90% before sleep caught up with me. Thought of sleeping for an hour and then making my way to Sundar's house for catching the Cup. But fate had something else in store. I overslept and got up late ~7pm. Another dash, but by the time I reached India had already lost 2 wickets in their chase. The nightmare of '96 was going to happen again ? Anyways, stayed glued to my seat along with Asharaf till the last run was scored. It was unbeliveable that India had finally become World Champions and what a way to score the winning runs, a maximum from the Indian Captain's blade.
After the presentation, we, me, Sundar and Ash, made our way to Statue for the celebrations. The whole place was filled with people. It seemed like 7pm instead of 12 in the night. The joy was to be seen on each of the faces. The police was having a tough time controlling the crowd as well as the traffic on the streets. Soon the revelery turned ugly after some time and we had to run off before the police batons could kiss our legs and butts. After bidding a quick goodbye to Ash and Sundar, I walked back to Kani. With a smile on the lips and Joy in my heart.
The Campus seemed filled up with students, mainly B.Tech, lined for various purposes. The Form counter was having a queque when I reached there. While standing in line, I saw some of my juniors there. Had a small chitchat after which I re-joined the queque. After getting the forms, next in line was paying the exorbiant fees for the bloody exams. When I reached there, Asha a.k.a. Jyothika, was already there. She and a junior were filling up the chalans for payment. In between, I got a call from Sumesh. A bit embaressing to say but I totally forgot to inform him about the dates for submitting fees. Anyways, once again, I made my way to the Form counter to buy forms for him. On the way back, I had to take cash for his fees too. In total, I think, I went into the ATM atleast thrice for withdrawing cash. Back at the Cash Counter section, Asha was filling up her exam form while I had to fill up the Chalans for paying the fees. After paying the fees, I had to fill up 3 forms, namely two for me and one for Sumesh. The most boring part of the whole exercise. With Asha egging me on to finish it up fast, the forms were filled up fast. After that, I dropped them into the B.tech box.
After goodbying Asha, I went to my favorite haunt for lunch, Hotel Aruna. Had a nice veg lunch but sadly couldn't eat much as I drank up a bit too much water just before eating. :( Another thing to make a mental note, Don't Drink water before Lunch, Always After (DDLA, not DDLJ). After lunch, i walked back home in the searing heat. Too tired to do anything else, I started to watch Robinhood (Russell Crowe's) on Anogh's Lap. Watched almost 90% before sleep caught up with me. Thought of sleeping for an hour and then making my way to Sundar's house for catching the Cup. But fate had something else in store. I overslept and got up late ~7pm. Another dash, but by the time I reached India had already lost 2 wickets in their chase. The nightmare of '96 was going to happen again ? Anyways, stayed glued to my seat along with Asharaf till the last run was scored. It was unbeliveable that India had finally become World Champions and what a way to score the winning runs, a maximum from the Indian Captain's blade.
After the presentation, we, me, Sundar and Ash, made our way to Statue for the celebrations. The whole place was filled with people. It seemed like 7pm instead of 12 in the night. The joy was to be seen on each of the faces. The police was having a tough time controlling the crowd as well as the traffic on the streets. Soon the revelery turned ugly after some time and we had to run off before the police batons could kiss our legs and butts. After bidding a quick goodbye to Ash and Sundar, I walked back to Kani. With a smile on the lips and Joy in my heart.
Shattered Dreams Fulfilled
Is our Team India the World Champions of 2011 ? Unbeliveable but true. The zenith of Cricket is finally ours. It's just purely overwhelming to be the part of a generation that has seen the World Cup being lifted by India. What a script this has been, the chases, the drama, the injuries and even kudothrams ;). 2/4/2011 will go down in history as the swansong of Legends, Sachin, Murali and many more. The absolution for 1996 and 2003 has been recieved in 2011 and what a way to gain it. En route to the finals, we broke the Aussie arrongance, trampled on the Pakistani powress and finally exacted a clinical revenge on the Sri Lankans. I still remember the 1996 semi-finals, where the nation, and the stadium, erupted into frenzy after an unbelievable routing of the Indians. There was a small fear of a repeat yesterday, but it seems the script-writer was in a better mood.
Remembering yesterday's batting will still give heart-attacks to many. The way Gambhir played was nothing short of living-on-the-edge style. But by the time he went back, the platform had been set and the Master Butcher a.k.a Dhoni was in form. There's nothing that seems elegant about MSD's batting, it's just raw power and great timing. The way he bats, it seems like he's a dhobi and not Dhoni. Whatever we may say or write about MSD, he's the one who's led India to this great success. As far as I'm concerned, this is the culmination of a spark that was lit by Dada. He changed the timid Indian team to tigers. Dhoni/Kirsten transformed those tiger-cubs into a lean-mean fighting machine which could take on any team on any given day without blinking an eyelid.
Even if I keep filling pages with praises for Team India, it's not gonna be enough for me to be satisfied. So here I stop with these words.
"When the tears are those of joy, I don't mind crying"
Remembering yesterday's batting will still give heart-attacks to many. The way Gambhir played was nothing short of living-on-the-edge style. But by the time he went back, the platform had been set and the Master Butcher a.k.a Dhoni was in form. There's nothing that seems elegant about MSD's batting, it's just raw power and great timing. The way he bats, it seems like he's a dhobi and not Dhoni. Whatever we may say or write about MSD, he's the one who's led India to this great success. As far as I'm concerned, this is the culmination of a spark that was lit by Dada. He changed the timid Indian team to tigers. Dhoni/Kirsten transformed those tiger-cubs into a lean-mean fighting machine which could take on any team on any given day without blinking an eyelid.
Even if I keep filling pages with praises for Team India, it's not gonna be enough for me to be satisfied. So here I stop with these words.
"When the tears are those of joy, I don't mind crying"
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