Football fever continues...

Football fever continues.....

Tera Na Hona Jane, Kyun Hona Hi Hai

Tera Na Hona Jane, Kyun Hona Hi Hai
Tum Se Hi Din Hota Hai, Surmaiye Shaam Aati, Tumse Hi, Tumse Hi
Har Ghadi Saans Aati Hai, Zindagi Kehlati Hai, Tumse Hi, Tumse Hi

I always catch this song everytime Jab We Met is shown on TV (which is like every Sunday!!). But I'm not complaining...I simply love this song.

And the memories associated with it as well...

A dusty picture...

Through the dusty window I see you walk down the stairs, hoping that you'd look up just once.

You look up - if only for a moment - but long enough to let me capture you forever through that dusty window.

A dusty picture of a beautiful memory...

Magic Memory....

I attended a wedding in Matunga today (speaking of weddings, I hate this season...have to attend another one tomorrow evening). Now, the venue was bang opposite Cafe Madras and as I left the venue, I stood for a moment opposite the cafe. Suddenly a rush of memories welled up...my magic memory going into overdrive.

A year back...precisely to this very day...I had a very good day. That entire day flashed past in an instant...every memory...every moment.

Suddenly I was smiling like a madman in the middle of the road...marveling at life's ways of letting you know that you've come full circle.

Restart...

Ohh and by the way, the count restarted after a hiatus of 10 days...just when I had given up hopes of receiving it again...

It's 1901 now...

Will miss...

Two weeks leave starts from tomorrow...will miss the 5th floor A Wing coffee with LO(DG) and evening snacks with M(PM)...

Of course not to mention the RTIs and aggrieved investor calls...

I await 7th June...

HAHAHAHA...

Took this from the status message of my friend on FB:

Gujju Boy : Sweethart I've 2 tickets For Inglish Movee want too cum.
Girl : Which movie??
Gujju Boy : "Condom Of Shailesh"
Girl : You Idiot its "Quantum Of Solace"...

Disclaimer: No offence meant for my Gujju friends :P

Broken wings and rains...

I don't know why I suddenly remembered this incident. My memory takes me back to 4th standard when I was a gangly kid of just about 9-10 years.

We were in the middle of a class and suddenly a sparrow flew in...hit the rotating fan and fell down. Girls screamed...even some guys did. Maybe even the teacher did.

I picked up the sparrow and took it to the teachers common room where I gave it some water. The wing was broken and it would never fly again. I tended for the sparrow throughout the day until it was time to leave. I wanted to take it home but a call to my mom ended that desire. I left the bird with one of the peons who had his house on the school campus.

It rained heavily that evening. I remember this as well because I played football that evening and hurt my knee.

The next day the bird was gone...it simply flew away in the evening.

I still don't know why this incident comes to my mind...maybe broken wings heal with the rain??

Nari hai atyachaari...

Read this on the blog http://cut-to-cut.blogspot.com

Ekdum paisa-vasool post-lunch reading...

Bechare mard

Agar aurat pe hath uthaye toh zalim,
aur pit jaye toh buzdil.

Aurat ko kisi ke saath dekh ke ladai kare toh jealous,
aur chup rahe to begairat.

Ghar se bahar rahe to awara,
aur ghar mein rahe toh nakara.

Bacchon to daante toh kathor,
naa daante to laparwah.

Aurat ko bahar kaam karne se roke toh shakki MCP,
aur na roke to aurat ki kamai khane wala.

Akhir ye bechara mard jaye to jaye kahan?

Janhit mein jaari, nari hai atyachari!!!

Disclaimer: Not hinting at any of the women in my life...you ladies know that I love you all :P

Deja vu...

I don't know why I did what I did but I'm really sorry for what I did because I shouldn't have done what I did and infact I should have done the reverse of what I did but ultimately I didn't do that but I did what I did because I'm quite silly in what I do and so I did what I did...

Please forgive yours truly...

RIP Umesh Divate

Life has come full circle for the Batch of 2009.

We came together on the verge of forging a bright career. We left as fragments of a batch scarred for life .

16th May 2010 will really be a strange day for everyone in this batch. While at one end, two batchmates got bound together in the eternal flame of love, the day before another of our batchmate passed away.

The Batch of 2009 has seen it all...bloodshed, massacre, true friendship, and a sworn enmity. Now, we've seen Love and Death as well. We may never be seen as one...many of us will disown any links to this Batch...most won't turn up for the reunions. I can make a safe guess that the 10th and 25th reunions will be a pale shadow of what was once a Batch full of life.

But we will always be the Batch of 2009...always.

RIP Umesh Divate

Incommunicado...

"You realize the true value of something when you lose it."

No one knows this better than me. Today I lost my ability to stay in touch with the world. My trusted cellphone packed it in. I guess it was long time coming. I've taken it for granted just like I do for everything...

Anyways...my cell went dead 5 min before the clock struck 12 and ushered in my 26th birthday. And it refused to get charged. Not having a spare cellphone, I faced the prospect of being incommunicado from my friends and well-wishers.

As I did not carry my cell today with me, it made for a very strange day. First of all it felt strange that the right pocket of my jeans was empty. Last time that was the case was during my engineering days when I had no cellphone. Secondly I didn't have to check my cell every now and then to see if a message has been received (off late I have been doing that so often...I guess that pissed my cell off). Thirdly, there was no way I could go online and check Facebook, check if somewhere, someone has changed a status message. There was no way to check if it had been received. And mainly...there was no way my cell was going to start crooning, "Rehna tu...hai jaisa tu...thoda sa dard tu...thoda sukoon"

It was (and still remains) a very very strange day...

Yogi strikes back...

The Yogi has struck again...

And it's good to see that he has not lost his touch...

Stop & Start...

Finally after 1 year, 5 months and 2 days, the count stopped at 1898.

I live in the hope that it will restart since it has not been removed.

Of friends and best friends...

This is a story of two best friends who were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey they had an argument and one friend slapped the other one in the face.

The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand:

TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE.

They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him. After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone:

TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE.

The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, "After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why?"

The other friend replied "When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it.”

Learn to write your hurts in the sand and to carve your benefits in stone.

They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them.

Thanks for the mail Dadaaaaaaaa!!!

Another good pictogram (as my lawyer friend would put it)...

http://www.millionface.com/l/difference-between-man-women-waking-up-in-the-morning

Loser Indian Cricket team

I earlier was of the opinion that every match the Indian cricket team won or lost was fixed...that the Men In Blue were paid big bucks to lose or the other team was paid big bucks to lose.

But after seeing the latest T20 WC debacle I realized that nobody paid us to lose...we are simply not good enough to win. This team is nothing but a bunch of non-motivated...money-loving motherfuckers. Hope they get their ass kicked when they return back.

And by the way, one of India's forgotten heroes made us proud by defending his chess title. Way to go Vishy...we are all proud of you.

A colleague forwarded this link...makes for a good read

http://in.news.yahoo.com/265/20100501/1705/top-the-weaver-the-princess-and-goldman_1.html

Happy reading!!

Silence..

It's a strange kind of a silence. All encompassing...all pervading. A silence that turns this summer heat into a harsh chill.

Is this the silence that precedes a storm or the one that succeeds a storm?? Only time will tell...

Addictively yours...

I am a sucker for addictions these days. Earlier I needed a cup of coffee post-lunch. Hence, an almost daily trip to the nearby CCD for a takeaway Cappuccino...it felt good to have that coffee and be fresh for the latter half of the day.

Now thanks to some of my friends in office who arm-twist the pantry guys to make coffee the way I want, I have done away with the expensive coffee. I have it just once a week now.

However, like every artist who needs his muse, I need an addiction. Hence, I've switched to cola drinks. One Thums-Up a day contributes to the earnings of Coca-Cola where my friend works.

So...next is what???

It’s strange when you have a lot of time to sit back and reflect where things went wrong. You see every incident in a different light…you realize what actually went wrong…and more importantly where you went wrong. And it’s worse when you realize that you could have avoided it all so easily…

I just was not patient enough…not ready to wait…always ready to give up at the slightest hint of failure. Time and again I lost patience. Time and again I’ve just said to myself that I can’t take it anymore. Though I’ve tried to come back time and again, this time it’s proving to be tough…maybe this time there’s no coming back.

I just was not understanding enough and that has left exposed my shortcomings as a human. I may have been caring and loving and all that but understanding?? Naah…and worse is that I’ve never even attempted to be so. I’ve never tried to understand the feelings…the emotions…the way the heart works…the limitations. I kept assuming that everything I did would bring happiness…but I always looked at my happiness first. I never tried to understand what I should have done. I never tried to understand what was needed…

I lacked self-belief and that has cost me trust. Some relations are based purely on trust…and once that trust is broken, then everything is over. You may try all you want but that trust will never come back.

I started expecting things and that has cost me a friendship. The more I tried to prevent myself from doing so, the more I started expecting things. I tried to comfort myself by reasoning that expectations and wants are different but I was just clutching at straws.

I started taking things for granted. And that is a cardinal sin. I never realized how deep the wounds I have caused have run. I just thought I would get away with everything I did…I took for granted the happiness.

And more importantly, I never was a good friend.

The Lonavla Escapades...

There was an earlier post in which I mentioned about 4 of my friends going to Lonavla for the weekend and scoring big-time over there. I think I've deleted that post (now don't ask why!!) but here are the complete details of what transpired that cold February night over a bottle of Jack Daniels and Coke...

The lead characters - and they shall go nameless - are two Sindhis, one South Indian and one Marathi Manoos...quite a mix and match of Indian cultures. Another Marathi Manoos, who would have surely joined them, was somewhere selling biscuits in the heart of Bihar. We shall name them Wannabe, Jaggi, Banker and the Goat respectively.

So these four make time from their busy professional schedules and head for Lonavla for a night of drinks amidst the lap of nature. And as always, they are on the look out to score...

Now they are sitting somewhere near a valley sharing drinks and getting totally smashed. It's a beautiful night...a night where almost all damsels choose to fall in distress...

It's a usual Hindi movie scene...a car breaks down in which there's a really beautiful girl. Only this time, she wasn't driving and nor was she alone. A sturdy Sardar is her companion. They ask the boys to help out. Now these guys are very adept at socializing and soon the entire group is sitting around sharing a bottle of Jack Daniels (this was the sardar mundas only contribution).

The guys start hitting on the girl as guys will always do. The Wannabe fiddles with his hairstyle (and yeah not to mention his Blackberry) trying different shapes and styles. Jaggi tries to maximize the effect of his chocolate-boy looks. The Banker throws around his extensive knowledge of real estate and how he has already mapped out his entire future (down to the school where his children will learn dancing). The sardar continues to drink and get smashed. And the girl remains oblivious to the charms of these gentlemen.

Then the boys play their trump card. "We are from XYZ B-school you see...the MMS course"

The sardar stirs at the mention of the word MMS but then goes back to sleep. But the girl has had her interest aroused. "XYZ...you mean The XYZ Institute of Management Studies!!!!" Ofcourse you %&**%&^&, what did you think...the ABC Institute of Management Studies!!! She fires questions at them about placement...alumni...how to crack the CET and so on...

But the Marathi Manoos aka the Goat is uninterested. In fact he's not even part of this conversation. For he has found something that interests him more...something that gives him a high more than anything else in this world. You see...it was a clear night sky...with not a trace of clouds. And on such nights, the stars are out in full flight (now that rhymed quite nicely).

The Goat is busy examining the stars...trying to plot their course...using the arcane knowledge that he has gained during a lifetime of studying ancient Chinese maps. He's on the lookout for the next celestial spectacle which would justify his next trip into the heart of rural India. There's a strange weirdness in watching him watch the stars (and some pity as well). But I never thought someone would find it exotic like the girl did...she's absolutely smitten by him.

Now here I must mention that the Goat is not the average rough and tough Marathi Manoos but rather a well-fed, smooth-skinned eddy-teddy type male...although I'm quite sure it's the stars that got him the girl. Soon enough he's explaining to her the intricacies of star-gazing, about how it's an art that has to be nurtured. He shows her the stars that decide your love life as most girls are suckers for such sappy stuff. And he does throw in a few words in French and Japanese and also tells her about what happened on the 5th of November...and the girl is totally lost...it's her and the stars...stars that twinkle bright.

Soon it's time to part and it’s the Goat that gets her number. Ok...ok...she gives him her email ID but then of course from email to the next step is but a matter of days.

So guys...learn such arcane stuff...never know when it can help you score!!! Jai Maharashtra!!!

Disclaimer: I have used some creative license here. But the bare facts are true…this incident did happen and the Marathi Manoos did score. Also, apologies if I have hurt the sentiments of any faith or religion. As the Goat would say “Gajanan is a non-practicing Hindu and a practicing Christian.”

Also, a big sorry to the characters in this story. I’ve made fun at your expense. So sorry if anything hurt.