Winters

Entering into the northern plains of India in the last week of December is in all sorts a nightmare. Here was I seated in Garib Rath doing exactly what a nightmare can be, coming to Allahabad in a sweat shirt to find your brother waiting with your jacket and other winter accessories in some platform far away from where you are!

But once you are home, its the winters to love, especially if you are laziness personified.
  The best thing about winters is that you can stay under the blanket all day long and mom would never be angry, unless you forget to put the washing machine drain pipe to the drain-hole and she finds your bathroom a foamy mess.
  Again, its only during winters that Anna Hazare had to break his fast without the government agreeing to his crazy ideas.(Although I think the reject your MP idea is good)
  You know its winter when it takes more than a second to fix your wedgie with so many layers of clothing to be pinched out from. It actually is embarrassing in the public thus encouraging longer stays under the blanket.

  AND, no of layers of clothing worn would be equal to the number of days you haven't bathed. 

                                                                    Winter at its best

Cricket

Isn't it just amazing that with all the talks about how test cricket is dying, we have been treated with at least 4 thrilling Test Matches over the last 2 months or so?  Since mid-October we've had an unprecedented amount of cricket almost equal to three times the number of exams I've faced during the same period.
The first is the most unexpected on from the Gymkhana Stadia in Harare. A Brendon Taylor blitzkrieg threatened a fifth day Zimbabwean win before things settled down and NewZealand won by the slightest of margins,
Then was the Ashwin classic. First test series of his life and this guy was in play whenever it mattered for India, just that he was a touch slow for the last vital run.
Thursday,Nov 9 was the doomsday for batsmen at Capetown. I saw South Africa's first innings before current went at my place. When current came back SA was batting again!
Then the Trans-Tasmanian war at Hobart. The pitch on first day was almost as green as the rest of the ground. And by the end of 3rd day we had New Zealand celebrating a famous win!

      //This entry was supposed to be made much earlier.

Exams

The Thing. The dreaded thing. That thing. Yes, examination. It has this knack of bringing the best out of people. Pressure situations always does. A'int it? So, for the last fortnight or so I was undergoing this dreaded thing and  found myself and others in situations words can't describe. Here I am trying to describe the indescribable.

 - when 5 minutes after you get the question paper all you find in the examination hall are: jawdrops, awe struck gazes, whisperings, a frantic searching for pen and that guy in the corner showing certain selected finger at you (the one near the ring finger).

- you spend almost half an hour humming songs to yourselves and doing nothing else. On hindsight, i'm so thankful Dhanush didn't come up with the kolaveri thing then, else the half an hour limit would have extended to incomprehensible lengths of time .(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YR12Z8f1Dh8&feature=aso)

- your first korean movie was on the evening of your last exam. Infact it was a great story. Worth it. A Moment to Remember (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0428870/). Ironically enough I couldn't remember anything worthwhile during the exam next day.

- you finish reading as many as two to three novels during the course of the exam fortnight, whereas till a month ago, you had read just a single novel all through your life.

- you have your neighbours yelling at you from a distance that can be measured in vernier calipers because you where too loud while studying or in displaying frustration over the latest Afridi mishit in Sharjah.

  

 And after this, what are we treated with? 

Why this kolaveri kolaveri kolaveri di? Awesome. Can't ask for anything better. Can Beti B be named Kolaveri? :P

Tweet Favs

For bona fide updates on frivolous gossip, read newspapers.

Nitin Gadkari walks into a bar. This was after he tried to enter a temple and got stuck at the door.

I joined Engineering when DMK was in power. Now worried it might be converted in to an MBBS programme.

Duh! Ramlal in Sholay was more macho than Rampal in Ra.One

Today is 08/10/11. A date with no apparent pattern. Such randomness may not happen again for 823 years. Or it may.

A blogpost means having to write a hundred really sensible tweets. Tough job.

Anna may end fast. He will surely. If he doesn't end fast.

I have an impression that the elephants in Mayawati's park are already in 'poll' position.


#F1IndianRadio "......aur Sutil ne chahalkadmi karte huye ek lap poora kiya..."

#F1IndianRadio #VividhBharatiVersion ".......aur is car ki aawaaz sunna chahtey hain itarsi sey raju, pappu, munna aur unke mummy papa..."

#F1IndianRadio "...aur yeh car tappa khane ke baad bahar ki oar nikalti hui...."

#F1IndianRadio "....Track mein halki nami hai....uchhaal kuchh zyada rahne ki ummeed hai..."

#F1HindiRadio "Aur yeh androoni kinaare se DRS..."

Of Laziness

This past week I scaled heights of laziness that is rarely seen in a normal man's lifetime. Does that make me abnormal or extraordinary!?@!?
- Laziness is when your back starts to itch due to exposure to sun for more than 10 mins because the back is unfamiliar to natural phenomenon. This happens because your back is accustomed to the warmth and comfort of cushioned bed or even the cold marble floor!
-You are affected with acute laziness if you decide against switching off the TV just because the remote isn't working and the power switch is over 5feet away from you. The allowed displacement at a stretch when suffering from acute laziness is 4.5ft to be precise. Another case is when you watch DD LOKSABHA for an extended period of 45mins citing the same reason.
-When you decide against making omelet even when raw eggs, cut onions and chillies and even a hot tava is at your disposal, you are LAZY
-If the first thing you do after getting up in the morning is pull up the curtain of the front window and fall back to another long nap, you know that your just preserving your energies for the future!!

That's lazy me 3 years ago. Nothing Changes.

Of Holidays

 Alot can happen over a span of 1 week holiday. Here it is:

1. Unlimited food can lead to an immediate urge for bowel movement!. Recent experience.Especially if twas a barbecue feast!
2.Another thing about unlimited food is the slower you eat, the longer you eat, the more you can eat but howmuchever you eat by next meal time you are hungry again.
3.Shaving is something thats not even mastered by barbers, forget my skills. But cutting your face in over 5 different place is not when you realize shaving is something that should be left to be done by the barbers.
4.The thing about washing clothes is that, you can be most satisfied if you do it at dust or late night under dim incandescent light.
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Wish List for the Grand Prix
-Vettel finishing first
-Schumacher in top 5
-Force India scoring more than 10 points
-Hamilton suffers a gear-box failure

Of Excitement

Almost 10 years ago when commonwealth games were announced to be held in Delhi I was excited and it ended on a sour note. The Budhh Circuit, I hope, wouldn't similarly disappoint Mr. Ecclestone. The images of construction was mysteriously not found for a very long time until I found it recently and its out of excitement that i have decided to put 'em up here. Hope the Jaypee guys would disappoint as Mr.Kalmadi. Com' On India!!

 I seriously hope its just not the grand stand but the whole track is hole-less :-P
Above all METALLICA would perform in Delhi and Bangalore during the race weekend.. Can't Wait to see Hetfield in India!! Forget Lady Gaga, whos coming as well.. 

Cutting Classes

This is an attempt to weigh the advantages and 'supposed' disadvantages of cutting college classes and staying back home
1. You stand in a very good chance of a very late morning. Getting up as late as 10 or 11am is the best morning gift you can ever gift yourselves.
2. Tooth brushing in the afternoon is a great feeling if the day is hot and the water in overhead tank is just few degrees below boiling point. Your mouth will be literally germ-free after a tryst with such with such temperatures.
3. You may very well finish reading a whole novel, short story rather, in one sitting(first time this is happening to me).
4. If you're lazy to go out for lunch you may easily finish packets of biscuits and other snacks your roommate brought 'lovingly' from home. Your farting capabilities will be substantially increased after this and can even fart on demand!!

Definitely Its Advantage Roger!

Best Sunday

Here are the criterion that you should pass to term your Sunday the Best

1. You should be coming off a Friday of no food and a Saturday of Chicken Biryani or any other forms of chicken and rice.

2. Go to a state organized food exhibition and eat stuffs ranging from Honey Cola to Mushroom Biryani 

3. Get a close view of your Chief Minister and pass a comment that makes him along with his gang laugh out!

4. Get selected for some impromptu TV game show and surprise 'em with your wit and whacked out thinking. But make sure, you end up winning a Shirt and a gift voucher from a jewelery shop some where in the city.

If you pull of all these in a single day you definitely deserve to meet me in person! :P 

Cooking Lessons

Cooking is tough only if you enter the kitchen. I did this brave job 2 days ago and learned a lot! 

1.  If you are a beginner expect prospective eaters to throw the food you cook.

2.  Never expect to get more than half a plate of food you cook to eat(if, one: you are living with 7 hungry souls and two: your cooking substantially improved overnight)

3.  If you're not confident, make sure you finish your cooking attempt before 9pm else you would have no shops open to buy an alternative snack as dinner.

4.  Hartal day is not the best day to cook, as no last minute purchase is possible and its always halfway through your cooking that you realize that you're running out of oil, masala etc..

5. Movies and cooking can never go together. Its always the dishes thats gonna suffer burns and we ourselves hafta rub and clean 'em. 

Week 1

Vacations are a lot of fun. Here are some lessons I learned in my bid to make it a lot more adventurous
- Untangling supply wires carrying 300V with bare hands and some PVC pipes isn't after all that dangerous.
- Riding around in the city with no shoes given the temperature are comprehensively over 43 C ensures a burnt foot.
- Sitting out for an hour in the worst dust storm of the season would eventually result in a shampooing session of almost the similar time period.
- Helmet-less driving will cost once in a while.
- There are all chances of one sweating even while travelling in an ac bus if you are carrying a 20kg carton full of coconuts and over ripe bananas.

I hope to learn better lessons during the remaining part of my vacations in the North

Train Journey

Orange Short Pants
Red Stripped Shirt
Green Pyjamas
Yellow Mangoes
Polka dot Underwears
Purged Conscience
Word around Wrist
Spinach Splash
Tweet Tornado
Schalke '04

Just being random. Heat Blown Me!

The Thief's Testimony

I am a thief; a murderer; the personification of all known vices. I’ve earned my place on this rocky hill, this torturous one way ticket to the tree. I’ve killed for no reason, ransacked for the nerve of it; stolen for pleasure, disregrded everything but myself. It’s been a lonely life, the rouges that were my friends fled with their lives when the soldiers came calling, they left me sleeping unarmed and helpless. I knew all along they had no regard for me, but neither did I. My heart was a black hole, dark as the deepest ocean, where nothing went in and nothing ever cared to peep out. Here I lay now on this rugged piece of wood the Romans so scornfully call the cross, bleeding. My mind goes haywire, my transgressions haunting me as though I was the victim in each frame. The cry of the helpless, the blood of the innocent, the prayer of the righteous, the utter agony of the murdered, pierce my once insolent mind. I know I have wronged; I deserve what I suffer , I’m reaping the rich harvest of what I’ve sowed. I’ve reached the pinnacle of my impertinent careeer, my terminal destination, my final post. As I hang to my woes, my hazy eyes draw the picture of a lamb being slaughtered in my place for my iniquities. How can that be ? my barmy mind ask. Out in the valley like a mirage, I see another man, brought up the stony path to be crucified. The nearer he gets, the more I hear about him. I see his broken bleedy face, He looks at me with a warmth, I’ve never felt my entire life. His eyes barely open, but deep down I see a twinkle.They spitefully call him the KING of JEWS. I know they don’t mean a word they say. Who dares to incur the wrath of Ceaser these days ? Why do I feel that the Romans are right ? Is it my dying mind ? They laugh at him in derision. They beat him, they spit at him, they make the charade of a king out of him. They bruise every bone of his : from his skull, to his rib, to his hip, to his toe. They make a mockery out of his kingship. I somehow know this is not the end of the King. I somehow know he is much more than the weak human my eyes can see. He gave me much by one look on my face. I now know I have a brother, I know I have a father, I know I have friend, and someone I can finally trust. Tears roll down my craggy face. I’ve never felt so comforted before. I don’t understand why my heart wants me to ask this of the King, I cry out in the midst of all this pain” Jesus, could you please remember me when you are in your kingdom ?” He turns his head to my side, looks at me with a compasionate tearfull eye, and a difficult smile. He says these golden words to me “ I tell the truth, today you will live with Me in paradise.”

The Thief's Testimony

I am a thief; a murderer; the personification of all known vices. I’ve earned my place on this rocky hill, this torturous one way ticket to the tree. I’ve killed for no reason, ransacked for the nerve of it; stolen for pleasure, disregrded everything but myself. It’s been a lonely life, the rouges that were my friends fled with their lives when the soldiers came calling, they left me sleeping unarmed and helpless. I knew all along they had no regard for me, but neither did I. My heart was a black hole, dark as the deepest ocean, where nothing went in and nothing ever cared to peep out. Here I lay now on this rugged piece of wood the Romans so scornfully call the cross, bleeding. My mind goes haywire, my transgressions haunting me as though I was the victim in each frame. The cry of the helpless, the blood of the innocent, the prayer of the righteous, the utter agony of the murdered, pierce my once insolent mind. I know I have wronged; I deserve what I suffer , I’m reaping the rich harvest of what I’ve sowed. I’ve reached the pinnacle of my impertinent careeer, my terminal destination, my final post. As I hang to my woes, my hazy eyes draw the picture of a lamb being slaughtered in my place for my iniquities. How can that be ? my barmy mind ask. Out in the valley like a mirage, I see another man, brought up the stony path to be crucified. The nearer he gets, the more I hear about him. I see his broken bleedy face, He looks at me with a warmth, I’ve never felt my entire life. His eyes barely open, but deep down I see a twinkle.They spitefully call him the KING of JEWS. I know they don’t mean a word they say. Who dares to incur the wrath of Ceaser these days ? Why do I feel that the Romans are right ? Is it my dying mind ? They laugh at him in derision. They beat him, they spit at him, they make the charade of a king out of him. They bruise every bone of his : from his skull, to his rib, to his hip, to his toe. They make a mockery out of his kingship. I somehow know this is not the end of the King. I somehow know he is much more than the weak human my eyes can see. He gave me much by one look on my face. I now know I have a brother, I know I have a father, I know I have friend, and someone I can finally trust. Tears roll down my craggy face. I’ve never felt so comforted before. I don’t understand why my heart wants me to ask this of the King, I cry out in the midst of all this pain” Jesus, could you please remember me when you are in your kingdom ?” He turns his head to my side, looks at me with a compasionate tearfull eye, and a difficult smile. He says these golden words to me “ I tell the truth, today you will live with Me in paradise.”

Revival

With twitter offering micro-blogging as the 'new' thing I got carried away. Plus with facebook making social networking easier and real blogging couldn't deliver its early promise. But with renewed competition from a colleague of mine i hope to revive my blogging career.
Regards