I miss you babe!

It was the night of 17th June. I am atrocious in remembering dates. But I do remember this day. Clean as a whistle. 17th of June it was. It had just started to rain. The smell of the earth after the first rains was intoxicating. It felt good. People around me always used to think, I am the extremely unromantic. But on this day, I was. I was high and chirpy. I was about to meet my date. My soul mate.


I put on a pair of my favourite jeans and a Metallica t-shirt. As natural I wanted to be. I tried to restrain my excitement, but in vain. I donned a constant smile which wasn't willing to leave. I gave my mom, a sweet little nod to let her know that the time had come. She smiled back and I left abode. The place of our first rendezvous wasn't really far. I walked for around 15 minutes and there she was sitting on a platform waiting for me. We didn't have any interaction at first. I just looked at her and admiring her beauty. There were a lot of other stunning girls around too. But I just couldn't move my eyes off her. There was something different about her that set her apart from the hoi-polloi.


She was a little apprehensive at first, but when I held my arms around her, we broke all the barriers. We started interacting more often through Facebook and Twitter. She helped me make a lot of new friends. But that didn't stop us from exploring eachother's lives. She was always my prime focus. During the exam, she helped me study by helping me find all my notes by keeping them systematically. What a secretary she was, I used to think. And when I was exhausted after a tiring day at work, she would sing for me and soothe me down. The bond between us started to become stronger. Soon she became an indispensable part of my life. My day started with a simple glance at her and ended with her sitting beside me and watching me sleep. I started to realize that I was her Romeo and she was my Juliet. My love for her was boundless.


Everything was hunky-dory between the two of us until the fateful day of 23rd September. After the day at work we were waiting for the bus so that we could go home together. It had taken more time than usual for the bus to arrive. But it didn't matter. We were happy enjoying eachother's company. Finally the bus arrived and a horde of public ran towards the bus as though their lives depended on getting the seat. I tried to get away, but I was pushed in by the wave of flocking people trying to get in. I got in somehow and had a huge sigh of relief that I was alright. I even saw a few empty seats which made me more satisfied. You rarely get empty seats to sit in place like Mumbai. But just when I was about to sit, I realized that I couldn't find my girl. I frantically searched for her but in vain. I  tried calling her countless number of times but all I could hear was a recorded message saying that 'The phone was not reachable'. My breaths started to become heavy. My feet began to wobble. I searched desperately for her. But she was taken away from me, a lot faraway than I thought. That was the last that I saw of her.


It has been 2 days now since we are away. But her memories still remain as fresh. The 3 months that I spent her were 3 amazing months. To see her agonizingly taken away from me is just heartbreaking. I still hope that you come back to me but till then 'memories' with you is all that I have got.


Pleasure is the flower that passes; remembrance, the lasting perfume.


I miss you my Samsung Galaxy S2. You were more than just a phone to me. You were my girl. I hope you are well!

Oh shit! I am not a kid anymore!

One fine morning I took a bus in this blistering heat. I stepped out of the bus and slowly started to tread along. I ask the nearby commuter and inquire about this place with a weird name. He told me to go straight and walk along. Following his instructions, I reached the destination and I looked at an opulent 15 storied building. I took out my camera and started taking pictures of this imposing edifice. This is when I realize, "Gosh, I've grown up! This is where I am going to work. This is where my future lies. Oh shit! I am not a kid anymore!"

   
I took a bus back home. I looked out of the window and like a stereotypical 'thinking' scene from the Bollywood movies, I got hit by memories of my days at school. I remembered myself as an innocent little boy crying my way to first day of school. I made the peon run and catch me from one end to other as I was too scared. I remembered reciting the story 'King Robert Bruce and the spider' having no idea about what it was. I remember singing "jhanda uuncha rahe humara" during Independence day wearing a dhoti dressed as the quintessential Tamil thambi. Those gimmicks, pranks and hooliganism all the way through school to prove myself as a part of 'cool' crowd.

The flashback took me to junior college where I was this lanky guy with an audacious dressing sense and a hairstyle which would leave even the likes Javed Habib and Shehnaz Hussain frantically search for cover. I reminisced those wild rock gigs which would make the 'adolescent' me feel liberated and anti-social (teen's code!). I remembered, Orkut and its testimonials which everyone used to look forward to. Those innumerable canteen guffaws and nonsensical jargon formed the lions share of my life.

I remembered entering the first day of Under-grad school with a sense of accomplishment of finally getting a chance to have degree by my name without actually getting it! Life started getting  a bit stressful with never ending assignments. Perhaps a trailer to the whole movie of life. But I enjoyed every bit of it. Every single day was an adventure in itself. Life over here had surely taught me tackle the hurdles of life. I got the degree, though half as accomplished as I thought I would be.

I was in a different world altogether. I just realized that each moment of one's life is a shard which completes a perfect mosaic. It depends on whether an individual wants to make it abstract or to just keep it simple. Life has been perfect with all its imperfections till now and I have loved to live with it.

Albert Einstein has perfectly quoted "Education is what remains after one has forgotton what one has learned in school."

I reached home with a concoction of various emotions, some overpowering the other at different instances. But this journey made me realize that, no matter how much I grow; Ill still find solace in that little kid which is still inside me and will be there FOREVER.

Indian hockey vs Indian cricket

With the IPL being omnipotent and omnipresent in the Indian sports scene, there are always these comments regarding bias towards Cricket in India. Other sports like Hockey are not given their due attention by media and sponsors. Here I would say, as far as media is concerned, they would cover what people like to read. Same is the case of the sponsors. Sponsor won't do any charity, they want to earn money. At most, what they they can go for is no profit no loss. How will they earn money? They will earn money if more people are interested in the game. People watch game primarily for two reasons.
A- If the sport itself has an attraction.
B- If the players perform.
For e.g. a game like Football is globally popular. It's charm is tremendous.Most of the Indians are aware of the fact that man utd are the premier league champions ,they are aware that barca won the spanish premier league and inter won the serie a!! At the same time, not many know that recently India was knocked out of the Sultan Azlan Shah Cup by China failing to qualify for the semifinals! We have to accept that the Hockey itself is not as appealing as Football or Cricket .

Now, the performance part. If we remember, we will realize that advent of Cricket and Hockey took place in India roughly at same time i.e. pre -independence. We were world champions in Hockey while minnows in Cricket. Old timers still swear by Dhyan Chand, K D Singh, Capt. Roop Singh. People watched Hockey matches with more relish than Cricket . Cricket was considered elite's game while Hockey was commoner's. Unfortunately, India's Hockey performance started dipping since seventies, while with advent of exceptional talent like Gavaskar, Kapil and Tendulkar, India started performing well in Cricket. It won a World Cup, World Series,World T20 and successfully hosted a couple of World Cups. Sports loyalties were switched, once and for all. Cricket was no more a royal game. Also, Cricket evolved itself with One Days and Day Nighters. Hockey hardly moved an inch. People like players performing, winning matches and tournaments.This trend is there in every country. With standard of their Cricket declining, Brian Lara not withstanding - Football,Basketball and Baseball are now more popular in West Indies.Rugby is still number # 1 sport in NewZeaLand as it is more flamboyant than Cricket plus their performance is much better in Rugby.So unless and until, sporting authorities do not bring innovation in games and players do not motivate themselves to perform, people cannot be forced to watch sport like Hockey . After all, after days hard work, people want fun instead of frustration.

Sorry...No topic to write on!

I used to read books by sum of the famous management gurus a year back.But now I enjoy reading books once in a while, strictly fiction, though of any genre. But I am not exactly someone whom you would refer to as a “voracious reader”. However fervently I would like to hide it, only a few forms of literature that have a louder voice and command than their many fellow literary works, manage to pave their way into my bookshelf. In other words, I read popular fiction only, or books that, if not read, would invariably lead to your labeling as an illiterate in the ‘literary circles’ of society, which, it seems, includes everyone who can pee over an inch range. I will call myself “barely literate”. I shun anything that has a worldly reference, or non-fiction, preferring to dwell in the more enticing world of man’s boundless imaginations. Well, from all that I have said till now, it is plainly evident that I lack the all-essential ‘thirst’ for knowledge that seems to be an indispensible tag of honorable existence stamped on every forehead. And I admit it, knowledge be damned, I read for the thrill of the moment.

i know this has no connection to the topic iam writing on.so be it!

captian boredom-too lazy to live!

they say a 'life of purpose' is something we all should aim for. most of the people do have a 'life of purpose'. i too had one. but sometimes things get too humdrum that it makes ur life so damn frustrated. like i am. at such late hours, i dont have anything else to do but to vent this frustration out by troubling my tired fingers. y am i doing it ? i dont wanna write, but still i am. coz i dont have anything to do, or rather i dont wanna do anything else.how wud u feel if u get up from bed having nothing in mind but to wait for the day to get over ? (probably there r helluva of ppl who feel so!!)but how many goto bed with nothing but wait for the sun to start shining ?and how many feel the both ?i wake up doing nothing, with nothing great to do the entire day.. i spend my wasteful day, go to bed having nothing special to do! and yet again i wake up the next morning, with the same boredom. seems i have lost the zeal to be alive, not because i have complaints against my life.. no not at all.. but may be because i dont have anything to do. and i dont wanna do whatever i have to do. perhaps a common problem wid most of the mankind. and in sucha frame of mind, i think what will i gain if i live another day ? that doesnt mean i dont wanna live, but simply that i feel too lazy to live!
I am bored of writing this crap. Good bye!

the 'slumdog' issue

For the past few days I had been looking for a topic to write on. However I just couldnt find anything of my taste. While in the midst of this futile search, the simple truth hit me - I was driving myself too hard, taking it too seriously.i thought "just keep it simple and be at your spontaneous best".and then ,recently i saw the trailer of slumdog millionaire on pix and bang!thoughts started flowing!! so i chose a rather faded topic to start on with and then ill move on to the current ones!
I have heard criticisms and counter criticisms about ‘Slumdog Millionaire’ from the film critics , moviestars,common people , friends etc! It’s literally been a food fight of sorts!!! While some prefer to go out in the open with their opinions others claim to merely pass on the ‘opinion of the masses’. But I am not gonna debate upon that.
What I want to point out is that, if the film makers of Bollywood claim their right to ‘creative license’ that they deserve, why aren’t they as ready to let others have a bite out of it too.
Agreed , SM brings to the forefront the slummy side of the city; it exploits the crime and sleaze in the city and indicates it to be the only things that the city has to offer. Agreed , the westerners who have never been to India may be ‘delighted’ to see Mumbai in such plight. But this isn’t any different from the fact that thousands of Indians flock to enjoy the crime infested movies . Why don’t critics (and the common public) oppose them for exploiting the Mumbai’s crime scenario and projecting it as a city full of crime?
The bitter truth is that we accept anything and everything that comes from a fellow Indian, but it hurts our ego if the same comes from a foreigner.
What a shame!!!