Gooooaaaaal !!

Long time since I last blogged. So to cut the story short, let's do it with today's account :). An awful morning given the fact that I'm down with fever and cough. So got up early, mainly due to no sleep, but couldn't get my head up. MA and Saar went for breakfast and they bought a parcel for us, Me and Sakhaav Thampi. While they left for breakfast, yours truly found the head to come and have a go at Mafia. Going thru Facebook now reminds of Orkut and it's fake IDs. Anyways, By the time MA was back, I had my fill of Mafia and gave up the laptop to MA. In the meantime, I finished Oye!!. A nice film that was a tragedy but tugged a few strings in my heart. WTF am I blogging ? God knows how I-centric this peice of shit feels like....
Anyways, after handing over the lap to MA, I tuned into FM thru my mofile and it was a treat. Most of the 90's songs were being played and to hear those songs was like....just Chocolate. Got Binu Saar to hear some and let me on the films that those songs were from. Saar is a walking encyclopedia as far as I know. Things ranging from Cricket to Movies, Bit-rates to Torrents, He's the man. Given his looks, the guy packs more than a punch. That's a few words in honor of our great Binu a.k.a Sasi Saar and now back to track.
After a few hours of music, it was back to lap and I can't exactly place what happened in between. Short term memory loss or maybe a side-effect of looming diabetes ;). By that time, it was almost 7 and there was another prograam for me which had totally slipped of my mind. Argentina's opening match against Nigeria. So called up Sundar to know whether he would be available at home, more specifically if I could watch the match over there. Given the fact that Sundar's Dad and Bro are sports lovers makes it easier for us on occasions such as these. So after a quick change, I made off to Sundar's house. Given the fact that I was dead for the 1st half of the day makes me wonder if I could have been more passionate about B.Tech too. Leaving that thought train for another post sometime later...
Landed at Sundar's place a good 1&1/2 min late but thankfully there weren't any goals till then. A few minutes into the game and Heinze's header gave the first goal and tweet from me. Speaking of tweets, Twitter's given a total face-lift to m.twitter.com. It now comes with a reply option along with a new UI. But it loads slow on my phone :(. Back to the game.... After the first goal, the game started to drag, Argentina weren't looking to attack much. Everyone was feeding Messi with the ball and it seemed like a off day for the chap. Veron looked out of touch with the new ball. Sundar's dad told me that the new ball had lesser friction and so traveled faster. Maybe that's why the kicks made the ball to fly over the posts rather than into it. Anyways, during the short interval, I made a dash to the medical shop. Had my prescription with me and few more tablets needed to be purchased. So bought a couple of 3-day dosage, for Me and Thampi. After that, another dash to Sundar's house before the match resumed. Missed another 2 min but the game was looking already settled in favor of Argentina. Messi's attacks were not up-to the mark and the team as a whole wasn't the best that we have seen lately. Given the fact that Nigeria played like high-school kids at times makes it unbearable that the score reads 1-0 only...
After the match, it was time for some paet pooja. So went to Arul Jyoti after a long long time and had a Masala Dosa. My tongue still doesn't pick up the taste and it feels like s$#@ to not to be able to taste ur food. After that, caught a bus that got me to Vikas Bhavan depot and then a small walk to Kani. Over here, Thampi was watching Green Zone and I joined him half way thru the film. A good one from what I saw. After the movie was over, MA took over and next on the card was England's match. MA's an England fan. So he took on live streaming to watch the match. A few minutes into the game and I was bored since no white and blue Jerseys were visible :)... I left for a quite sleep, by that time, MA was bored too and so he handed over the system. Thampi took over before I could get here and so we had another movie session, She's out of my league. Another a so-called romantic flick that's bland to say the least. After that this is what happened.

Aapke intezaar mein

Aapse baat kiye ek arsa beet gaya,
Mere ye kaan, aapke alfaaz sunne ke liye taraste rahe.
Nighahon ko thandak aapkse ke deedaarse mile.
Is zehan mein aapka nasha bhara hai
Par jaane kyun aapse hi duur rehte hain.
Agar ye awaaz aap sunte hai,
To ek nazar is naacheez par daal dena,
Kahin aapke intezaar mein, yunhi marna jaaye hum.

Kitne dino ke baad, yeh dil aaj hindi mein bak raha hai. Kuch Aapki yaad, kuch ek change ke liye. Din bahut beet gaye yunhi chup rehkar, magar ab raha nahi jaata humse. Aap logonse baat kiye bina chain na aaye. par baat karne ke liye kuch ho tab na.Ek aur shaam jaane ko aayi, aur ek raat hone ko aayi. Hamme aapki yaad ne tarsaaya. lekin dard saale dil ne kamaaya. Gaali hum dena chahete hain, par kambhat is tehzeeb ne rok rakha hai. Bakwaas to hamaari purani aadat hai, par kuch aur kehe bhi to kya. Milte hain hum roz kisi na kisi se, par aapki yaad ne peecha nahi chhoda. Zehan ki awaaz ko kaise ansoona kare, to likh baithe ye choti si paighaam.

Alvida abhi ke liye,
Yaaron...

A F&@^# up Post

Totally random thoughts need to sync for a new idea to sprout leaves. A happening new year for me, seems like a constant high almost. What to blog about is out of the question for now. Just getting my thought pattern synced. A lot of CB tweets seems to have my mind reeling. For a totally jobless, bored writer it may be gr8, but for people like me it seems so annoying. Random tweets to read thru while in a highly tense testing envioronment seems like chore. Heart's happy with the fact that Knight Riders are on the high again. But mind warns against an IPL I repeat. Reading thru those books gives me a short break from despair, White Tiger and Inheritance of a Loss. But the recent lack of water in the taps is another twist on the already paining nerve of mine. On top of these, Buzz is F@#*#$ getting on my nerves. Everytime I open up Gmail, there's a whole lot of Buzzes to be read thru, F&$^$ u Google. Next in the line of firing is the bloody hell Zygna servers. Who the bloody f$%@ dropped coffee on them ?? Can't play a nice game of Mafia Wars after a totally exhausted day @ work. After that comes the relization that I have been shown the brutal naked face of life by my GR8 parents. Had a call from home stating to aim f&*$## higher, finish the F$%^$%^ B.Tech, get a better-paying job. In short, try to be like Liju chachan. WTF ?? I ain't a f%$^%$ machine to score 90+ scores and earn 30+ salary. I F#%%$# didn't want B.Tech in the 1st place, got B.Tech okey-dokey, who the hell thought IT would be such a royal pain in the arse. Got so many Back-logs that my Exam forms are starting to have less space to fill in all details. Damn the formatting for this post. It's a one single tirade against my F&$#^&# messed-up life. Foooooooh, that's done for now....

Now with the good things that have been happening to me. I got The White Tiger and Inheritance of a Loss as gifts for my 24th F&#@* birthday. I saw Naresh Iyer live b4 my eyes with friends by my side. I got to see a gr8 film yesterday, Vinnathandi Varuvaaya. I called up my First Love after so many long years,er.. months. I get to chat with a girl who's got the same thought patterns as me, atleast in terms of Mafia Wars and Kolkata :). Office life's starting to ease a bit around these days. Changed my F*#&*#-up old sandals for a new set. Fooooh, now that really feels gr8 :)... I forgive you, Zygna, for messing up those servers. I forgive you, CB, for those mindless tweets. But I ain't F#$#$% forgiving the Damn PWD assholes for f#$%$^& up my gr8 weekend with no water.

Signing off for now,

Until next time with a few more F#$%#$% and a few more choicest abuses....
Adios

Excerpts from a sweet memory

I wrote down this post last night, so most of the time references would be shifted by a day ;). Anyways, 2morow is the 14th of Feb, Valentine's Day. A day of love, westernized maybe, but still a special day for guys like us. Let the moral police go to hell, do what you wanna do but within the civilized limits. So starting of with my post ::

2morow night would be the 3rd anniversary. Can't believe I had so much balls to give a love-letter to a girl. A spur of the moment decision and off I was, with Criti, to Archies @ Overbridge to buy a card. Chose one that looked sweet yet simple. Hope "She" still has it with her. Was awake till 2 in the morning, re-writing letters, re-phrasing my words, making up poems and what not. Think I wrote my letter at least thrice b4 the final copy was ready.

Next day, was on hyper-drive. Came to college, late as usual, with only thing in mind. To propose to mi lady. Still remember the shivering and those knocking knees. Right in the classroom where I sat for 3 semesters, I opened up my heart. Another thing that binds my memory to GEC, Room no. 305. That room helped open my heart twice, once 3yrs back two days from now, and next on 26th of June last yr. I left my B.Tech in that class, after almost 3 yrs of fun with my old batch, joined back to B.Tech with my new batch in that same class, made new friends there and finally bade farewell to college from that very same room.

Coming back to Feb'07, I walked up and called her out from her gang. Gave her the card and my letter. Nothing filmy, just simple exchange of thoughts. Told her about my feelings for her, from the 1st day of college when I first saw her big eyes, her specs and those jasmine flowers on her hair. I did have doubts whether I could convey all that in whatever Malayalam I knew. Somehow, by God's grace I managed. She replied stating facts that she wasn't the best option for me then. All that she said on that day stills rings loud and clear in my ears. Even now, it hurts to think that I let go of such a sweet girl and completely messed it up. Not that I blame her for what she said, but myself for being so naive and laid-back when it comes to matters like these. I don't win arguments, not now and certainly not back then.

Looking back, I have learn't a thing or two for that experience. One, love at first sight isn't a myth. Two, it's great to have a broken heart, for you can learn to start anew. Three, it showed that unless you give it your all, you won't get what you yearn for. But then, I wouldn't have messed up, my already messed up, life so much if I hadn't "Niked".
Anyways, memories will remain and looking back to days after that, I gained so much in life that it could be termed as a blessing in disguise. See where I stand nwo, a nice job, an incomplete degree and ready-to-fall-in-love heart. In short, seems like "Jo hota hai, acche ke liye hi hota hai"(No pun intended).

Are we truly the Republic of India ??

Bored with nothing else to do. Mafia Wars is down for maintainence. Got up late after a long late-night surfing session. There goes the 60th Republic Day of India. Was going thru NDTV's editorials when something related to our Constitution came up. One of the articles was about the events thru which our Constitution was framed. The link to the article is Constitution: The Real Story. Felt gr8 to read that those who framed this gr8 book of rules were far better human beings than most of us today. They looked at everything ranging reservation to judiciary with a different perspective. They questioned their authority in framing those tenets of republic india. Looking at those high ideals which they upheld while framing the Constitution makes me wonder whether we would ever see politicians as good as them. Given the current state of India's beaurocracy, the slogan "Sau mein ninyanve beyimaan, phir bhi mera Bharat mahan" seems so apt for the Indian psyche.



Don't know why I wanna blog this even though I myself am a part of this systematically corrupted beaurocracy. All changes take place from within and with a hope that from today, the 60th Republic Day of our great nation, I would try to be a better Indian, a better person and, most importantly, a better human being. This post seems to be poised to make me more confused about my sense of patriotism. Which would be better, we, not me, being an Indian who stands up and salutes the National Flag on "THESE" days and then forgets about it, or we being the Indian who respect the Flag, the Nation and most importantly, our fellow Indian brothers and sisters ? Rather than the pretence that we love India, let us come forward and show that we do really care about our Motherland. So next time, you hear our National Song or Anthem being played, please do stand up in respect. This is just a test of whether we would be ready to do what is right even if it seems contrary to the public belief.

Signing off for now,
Jai Hind