പ്രാഞ്ചിയേട്ടനും കണ്ടു കഴിഞ്ഞിരുന്നു. ഇനിയിപ്പോ അടുത്തത് കാണണമെങ്കില്‍ പൂജ ഹോളിഡെയ്സ് എത്തണം, അപ്പൊ അന്‍വര്‍ വരും. രണ്ട് തരക്കേടില്ലാത്ത പാട്ടും , മരുഭൂമിയിലെ കോട്ടും, അവന്ടപ്പൂപ്പന്‍ കൊടുത്ത തോക്കുമായിട്ടു അമല്‍ നീരദിന്റെ ടീം എത്തും. പണ്ടാരാണ്ട് പറഞ്ഞ പോലെ 'കൊച്ചി പഴയ കൊച്ചി അല്ലായിരിക്കും, പക്ഷെ ബിലാലിന് മാറ്റമൊന്നും വരില്ല '
ഹാ എന്തൊക്കെയാണേലും ഞാനതും പോയിക്കാണും .. എന്താന്നു ചോദിച്ചാല്‍ പൂച്ചയെ പറ്റി പറയണ്ട വരും- ചൂടുവെള്ളത്തില്‍ വീണ നമ്മുടെ പ്രോവേര്‍ബ്യല്‍ ക്യാറ്റ് . കാരണം ഒരബദ്ധം കൊണ്ടൊന്നും നമ്മള്‍ പഠിക്കില്ല . എന്തിനു തൊള്ളയിരത്തി തോന്നൂറ്റൊന്പതെണ്ണം കാണിച്ചിട്ടും എഡിസന്‍ പഠിച്ചില്ല. പൂച്ച അടക്കമുള്ള സകല ജീവികളില്‍ നിന്നും നമ്മളെ മാറ്റി നിര്‍ത്തുന്ന ഈ വിശേഷ ബുദ്ധിയില്‍ മറ്റൊരു ബ്രില്ലിയന്റ്റ് ഐഡിയ തെളിഞ്ഞു വന്നു.- ഇന്ന് മുസിയത്തില്‍ പോയാലോ? മുസിയം എന്ന് പറഞ്ഞാല്‍ അല്ലറ ചില്ലറ മുസിയം ഒന്നുമല്ല- മുസിയം ഓഫ് കേരള ഹിസ്ടറി . അതും പ്രവേശന ഫീസ്‌ നൂറു രൂപ. ഇതെന്താ സ്വാശ്രയ കോളേജോ? ??
നൂറ് എന്നൊക്കെ പറഞ്ഞാല്‍ ചില്ലറ സംഖ്യയല്ല . മുപ്പത്തി അഞ്ചു രൂപ വേണം ഹോട്ടല്‍ ആരോമയിലെ ഊണിനു. ഊണ് എന്ന് പറഞ്ഞാപോര..പയസമടക്കമുള്ള ഒരു ഗമണ്ടന്‍ സദ്യ!!
അതൊഴിവാക്കാന്‍ പറ്റില്ല . അത് കഴിച്ചു കഴിച്ചു എന്റെ സിക്സ് പാക്കിന് എന്തെങ്കിലും പറ്റുമോ എന്നൊരു പേടി ഉണ്ട്.
പിന്നെ ആഴ്ച തോറും മൊബൈല്‍ റീചാര്‍ജ്. TIME-ഇല്‍ പോയിതുടങ്ങിയത്തിനു ശേഷം , ഇപോ ദിവസകൂലി സ്കീമാ... അപ്പൊ വീട്ടുകാരെ പറ്റിക്കാനും പറ്റില്ല...
എന്തായാലും ചില്ലറ വാരിപ്പെറുക്കി നൂറ് രൂപ ഒപ്പിച്ചു. അതും കൊണ്ട് പോയി ടിക്കറ്റ്‌ എടുത്തു. ഒറ്റക്കാണെന്നു പറഞ്ഞപോ കൌണ്ടെറില്‍ നിന്ന ചേച്ചിയുടെ മുഖത്ത്‌ അത്ഭുതം. അത്ഭുതം എന്നൊക്കെ പറഞ്ഞാല്‍ ആ ഭാവത്തിന്‍റെ ഗ്ലോറിഫിക്കഷന്‍ ആകും. തൊണ്ണൂറു ശതമാനം പരിഹാസത്തില്‍ പത്തു ശതമാനം അത്ഭുതം ചേര്‍ത്തുണ്ടാക്കിയ സാമാന്യം നേര്‍പ്പിക്കാത്ത ഭാവം .....
നൂറിന്റെ നോട്ടു കയ്യില്‍ കിട്ടിയപ്പോ ചേച്ചി പറഞ്ഞു - "മുസിയം ഷോ തുടങ്ങുമ്പോ പതിനൊന്നു മണി ആകും (ഇപ്പോള്‍ സമയം ഒമ്പതര ), അത് വരെ ആര്‍ട്ട് ഗാലറിയിലും ,
ഡോള്‍സ് ഹൌസിലും കേറിക്കോ.."
ഡോള്‍സ് ഹൌസോ? ?
പൊതുവിജ്ഞാനത്തില്‍ എന്റെ അത്ര വരുമെങ്കില്‍ നിങ്ങള്‍ മനസ്സിലാക്കിയേനെ 'എ ഡോള്‍സ് ഹൌസ്' എന്നാ പേരില്‍ ഒരു ഹെന്റിക് ഇബ്സേന്‍ നാടകം ഉണ്ടെന്നു.
ഹോ ആരോടെങ്കിലും പറയാന്‍ മുട്ടിനിക്കായിരുന്നു.
ഇപ്പൊ അശ്വാസായി!!
പക്ഷെ ഇവടത്തെ ഡോള്‍സ് ഹൌസിനു നാടകമായോ നാടകത്തിലോ കഥാപാത്രങ്ങളുമായോ വിദൂരബന്ധമില്ല. പേരിലുള്ള സാമ്യം തികച്ചും യാദൃശ്ചികം മാത്രം.
ഒരു വിശാലമായ ഹാള്‍ . അതില്‍ നിറയെ പാവകള്‍. സത്യം പറഞ്ഞാല്‍ നിരാശ തോന്നി.
ആ നൂറ് രൂപക്ക് എത്ര സമൂസ വാങ്ങിതിന്നാമായിരുന്നു ? പോട്ടെ അറ്റ്‌ ലീസ്റ്റ് രണ്ടു സിനിമ കാണായിരുന്നില്ലേ?? :(
കേറുന്നതിനു മുന്പ് 'ഫോട്ടോഗ്രഫി സ്ട്രിക്ടലി പ്രൊഹിബിട്ടെദ് ' എന്നെഴുതി വെച്ചിരുന്നതുകൊണ്ടു ഫോട്ടോ എടുക്കാന്‍ മറന്നില്ല . ഫോട്ടോ എടുക്കാന്‍ വേണ്ടി ഓരോന്നും സൂക്ഷിച്ചു നോക്കിതുടങ്ങിയപോള്‍ പതുക്കെ പതുക്കെ ഇഷ്ടപ്പെട്ടുതുടങ്ങി . ഇന്ത്യയിലെ ഓരോ സംസ്ഥാനത്തെയും വേഷവിധാനങ്ങലായിരുന്നു കൂടുതലായിട്ടും. പിന്നെ പ്രധാനകലരൂപങ്ങളും, അതുപോലെ മറ്റു ചില സംഗതികളും . പത്തു മിനിട്ട് തെകച് എടുക്കില്ല എന്ന് വിചാരിച്ചിട്ട് ഞാന്‍ ഏകദേശം ഒരു മണിക്കൂറോളം എടുത്തു.
പിന്നെ ആര്‍ട്ട് ഗാലറി
ഒരു ശരാശരി ഇന്ത്യക്കാരനെപ്പോലെ എന്റെ കലാപരിജ്ഞ്ജനം പരിമിതമാണ് . രണ്ടു ചിത്രകാരന്മാരുടെ പേര് പറയാന്‍ പറഞ്ഞാല്‍ കുഴപ്പമില്ല- രാജാ രവി വര്‍മ, എം എഫ് ഹുസൈന്‍ , മൂന്നമാതോരെണ്ണം പറയാന്‍ പറഞ്ഞാല്‍ ഞാന്‍ പറയും - പത്തില്‍ എന്റെ കൂടെ പഠിച്ച ആല്‍ഡ്രിന്‍.
എന്നാലും രണ്ടര മണിക്കൂര്‍ അവടെ ചെലവഴിച്ചു കഴിഞ്ഞപോ ഞാന്‍ ആരൊക്കെയോ ആയ പോലെ- ഒരു ബുദ്ധിജീവി ഫീല്‍ .
ചഞ്ഞും ചെരിഞ്ഞും നോക്കിയും ഒളിച്ചും പാത്തും ഫോടോ എടുത്തും കഴിഞ്ഞപ്പോ പല പെയ്ന്റിങ്ങ്സിനോടും ഒരു ആത്മബന്ധം പോലെ . ഉപോധ്യയമാരോടും ചാറെര്‍ജിമാരോടും ഒക്കെ യാത്ര പറയാന്‍ ഒരു മടി.
ആ പിന്നെ ഒരു കാര്യം പറയാന്‍ വിട്ടു പോയി. ഇത്രയും നേരം ഞാന്‍ ഒറ്റക്കായിരുന്നു ആ ഗാലറിയില്‍ . അവസാനം മ്യുരല്‍ പെയ്ന്റിങ്ങ്സിന്റെ സെക്ഷനില്‍ കേറിയപ്പഴാ അയാളെ കണ്ടത്.
ഒരു ഒറിജിനല്‍ 916 കാരറ്റ് ബുദ്ധിജീവി - ഊശാന്‍ താടി, ജുബ്ബ, തുണിസഞ്ചി- ശരിക്കും ദൂരദര്‍ശന്റെ ഏതോ ടെലിഫിലിമില്‍ നിന്നും ചാടിയ ഒരാലെപ്പോലുണ്ടായിരുന്നു.
ഫോടോ എടുത്തു ഫ്രെയിം ചെയ്താലോ എന്ന് വരെ ഞാനാലോചിച്ചു .
പിന്നെ വേണ്ടെന്നുവെച്ചു.
ഈ സമയത്തിനുള്ളില്‍ മ്യുസിയത്തിനുള്ളില്‍ 2 ഷോ കഴിഞ്ഞിരുന്നു. അടുത്തത് ഒരു മണിക്ക് തുടങ്ങും. ഞാന്‍ വെയിറ്റ് ചെയ്തു. യോഗമെന്ന് പറഞ്ഞല്‍ ഇതാണ് യോഗം. കേറുന്നതിനും ഒരു പത്തു മിനിറ്റ് മുന്പ് ഒരു സ്കൂള്‍ ബസ്‌ വന്നു. - പത്തു നൂറ് പീക്കിരിപ്പിളെര്‍, ഏതോ ഇംഗ്ലീഷ് മീഡിയം സ്കൂളില്‍ നിന്നും പിക്നിക് വന്നതാ ... 3-ഇലോ 4-ഇലോ പഠിക്കുന്നവര്‍ ആയിരിക്കണം.
അവരുടെ ലീഡറെ പോലെ തോന്നുന്ന ഒരുത്തന്‍ നേരെ എന്റെ അടുത്തേക് വന്നു.
"ആര്‍ യു എ മലയാളി?"
ഞാന്‍: "യെസ് "
അവന്‍ : എന്നാ പിന്നെ മലയാളത്തില്‍ പറഞ്ഞപോരെ?
എനിക്കങ്ങു ചൊറിഞ്ഞു വന്നു. അവന്റെ ഒരു ഒടുക്കത്തെ ഇളി.
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ഞാനല്പം മാറി ഗേള്‍സിന്റെ അടുത്തേക് മാറി നിന്നു.
ഒരുത്തി വന്നു നമ്രശിരസ്കയായി എന്നോട് ചോദിച്ചു "സാര്‍, ഒരു ഡൌട്ട് ചോദിച്ചോട്ടെ ?"
ഹിഹി അപ്പൊ എനിക്ക് ശരിക്കും ബുദ്ധിജീവി ലുക്ക്‌ വന്നു ...അതാണല്ലോ ഇവള്‍ സാര്‍ എന്ന് വിളിച്ചത് . എന്ത് ചോദിച്ചാലും കേരളചരിത്രത്തിന്റെ ആഴങ്ങളിലേക്ക് ഇറങ്ങി ചെല്ലുന്ന മറുപടി കൊടുക്കാന്‍ ഞാന്‍ തീരുമാനിച്ചു...
ഞാന്‍: ചോദിച്ചോ മോളെ...
അവള്‍: ചേട്ടന് ലൈന്‍ ഉണ്ടോ?
ധര്‍മസംസ്ഥാപനാര്‍ത്ഥം ഭഗവന്‍ അവതരിച്ചത് മ്യുസിയം ഓപറെടരുടെ രൂപത്തില്‍ ആയിരുന്നു. "ഷോ തുടങ്ങാം "
ഞാന്‍ ഓടിക്കേറി ... കൂടെ കുറച്ചു ബോയ്സ് ആണ് കേറിയത്‌.
ടീചെര്‍മാരുടെ നിര്‍ബന്ധം കാരണം ഇംഗ്ലീഷ് കമ്മെന്ററി ആയിരുന്നു ഉണ്ടായതു. പാവം പിള്ളേര്‍ (ഇവനൊക്കെ ഇത് തന്നെ വേണം )- ഒരു കുന്തവും മനസ്സിലയിക്കാണില്ല.
അവര്‍ക്കാകെ രസം തോന്നിയത് പഴശ്ശിരാജയെ കണ്ടപോ ആയിരുന്നു - മമ്മൂട്ടിക്ക് ജയ് വിളിച്ച് അവര്‍ അതാഘോഷിച്ചു.
പിന്നീട് കാര്യമായൊന്നും സംഭവിച്ചില്ല .
പോരുന്ന വഴിക്ക് അടുത്തുള്ള മില്‍മ ഔട്ട്‌ലെറ്റില്‍ നിന്നും ഐസ് ക്രീം കഴിക്കാനും മറന്നില്ല . :)
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തലക്കെട്ടില്‍ ഉദ്ദേശിച്ചത് വേറെ ഒന്നുമല്ല ടൈം-ന്റെ ക്ലാസ്സ്‌ കട്ട്‌ ചെയ്തു പോയ യാത്ര എന്നേയുള്ളൂ... സമയത്തിന് അതീതമായ കാലത്തേക്ക് പോയി എന്നൊന്നും ഞാന്‍ ഉദ്ദേശിച്ചില്ല .....
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
When the CAT got ECLIPSEd...
CAT Registarion began yesterday. And even me, the laziest of CAT-hunters, couldnt resist the excitement. So I bunked a class(again!) so that I could register a suitable slot at the ealiest. A noble reason indeed! And you know what.! noble deeds are usually rewarded(ur mom was right!), and that too very swiftly...
The day began on a wrong note. I took the wrong bus(which was ok if i was going to TIME) and so I'd to alight at a slightly inconvenient stop. (For those of you familiar with ernakulam, read wrong route as Menaka route and right route as Padma route)
Sometimes,fate plays tricks on you (@ ammu: God does exist!!) so that you arrive at a particular place at a particular time.
And the tryst with destiny , or rather with,....hmm....let's call them Dixy and Doxy(for the sake of anonymity) happenend in front of Sunny Diamonds enroute to Axis Bank(which gave out the registration vouchers)
Dixy and Doxy, as most of you have rightly guessed, happen to be girls and also my classmates at TIME.The hand of destiny starts playing its moves before you starts suspecting its presence, before I got out at the inconvenient(which was actually,concenient) spot,before i even took the wrong bus and even before I woke up yesterday...
The first move(by the hand of destiny) was made when I met the same pair of girls at another Bank,buying another application form,each buying on behalf of somebody else... That is to say, I knew their names(I still have doubt as to who's Dixy and who's Doxy...but I knew they were dixy and Doxy). I have got to admit that I hardly know half the girls in my class by their names(being irregular has its downsides too!)
So now, the providence has thrown us together again. Now, the master magician sits back and checks what this guy can do. Does he take his chances? Am I wasting my time on this guy?
It was probably around this time that I got an inkling of his presence, maybe that thought boosted my confidence. Soon we were talking about totally random things while hundreds around us(in the queue) were discussing their mock CAT scores and other feline issues.
*not mandatory
(If you are only interested in the main story, you dont have to read this portion. But what happened was hilarious. A man walked briskly past us(while we were discussing the plight of Govindankutty), and suddenly his pants slid from where they were supposed to cling to... I thought for a moment that he was a stripper. So thought Dixy(or Doxy) too... But it turned out that the pants were actually part of his raincoat and he did have an intact pair of Jeans beneath that! So much for the aberration, now go back to the original story)
Wel,it'd suffice to say that I struck a chord with them and when at the end of 2-hr long queue they planned to go for ECLIPSE,they couldnt NOT ask me to join them.
again the roll of the dice! and I had to call quickly and call correctly!!
Me: I didnt' particularly like TWILIGHT and I havent watched NEW MOON, so what's the point...(dramatic pause)
Dixy/Doxy:I'll tell you the story (of New moon)if that's what prevents you... (pause again)
Me: My bro works at Ekm, and he has this curious habit of finding himself in theatres...(TRUTH!!)
Dixy+Doxy:Oho...so u r afraid!
Me(my pride hurt slightly): hmm....not really
By this time, two other girls(nameless classmates) had joined us (we'll call them Pepy and Popy). Now it seemed that all 4 were going for the movie. And here I am,still weighing my options (Bunking class is bad enough and add to it the gossip of bunking class with girls...)
Dixy/Doxy: Are you coming or not? now dont say we didnt call you...
Me: yeah, right(wot the hell!)...I am coming
(and it s here that the magician claps.. 'Bravo! dats my boy!!, he shouts)
now the first problem- how will we all go?-One autorickshaw solved the issue- Dixy on the lap of Pepy and Doxy on Popy and whatever remained, I took the half.
We reach the theatre, as expected, the show had already begun- but who cares anyway!
Now , we enter the hall and it's Dixy/Doxy who sits near me. Well,let me say one thing... Eclipse isnt the kind of movie you could watch with a girl(let alone with 4 girls!). Half the time Bella's on the screen,she kisses someone-either the vampire or the wolf(thank God they don't do something else!)
so there's some kinda tension all around. But there was no accidental brushing of the elbows, no careless meeting of the hands at the common armrest(In case somebody needed clarification :P) And everything went on smoothly, ie until the interval...
For the first time in my theatre-going experience, the villain entered during the interval! he was in the body of Jeby(anonymity not granted!!), another of my classmate,but belonging to the male category... I saw him going out during interval, I really hoped that the girls wouldn't note him....but his cap and and style of walking(even in the dim light) did not escape their eyes too..
Dixy/Doxy: dats,Jeby...right?
Me: I think,yes..
I felt like a man caught in a scandal, or like somebody who was going to ba caught, Sensing my tension, Dixy/Doxy says "call him if you want"
and I had to call him. If he was surprised(shocked) to see me,he concealed it well... He behaved rather casually with us. But his smile when we finally said good bye could mean only this (wait till we get back to the class...)
And the next class is on thursday...hope he catches a real strong bout of cold!(amnesia'd be better-but u knw, we cant have evrything we ask for!)
goodbye fiends!
The day began on a wrong note. I took the wrong bus(which was ok if i was going to TIME) and so I'd to alight at a slightly inconvenient stop. (For those of you familiar with ernakulam, read wrong route as Menaka route and right route as Padma route)
Sometimes,fate plays tricks on you (@ ammu: God does exist!!) so that you arrive at a particular place at a particular time.
And the tryst with destiny , or rather with,....hmm....let's call them Dixy and Doxy(for the sake of anonymity) happenend in front of Sunny Diamonds enroute to Axis Bank(which gave out the registration vouchers)
Dixy and Doxy, as most of you have rightly guessed, happen to be girls and also my classmates at TIME.The hand of destiny starts playing its moves before you starts suspecting its presence, before I got out at the inconvenient(which was actually,concenient) spot,before i even took the wrong bus and even before I woke up yesterday...
The first move(by the hand of destiny) was made when I met the same pair of girls at another Bank,buying another application form,each buying on behalf of somebody else... That is to say, I knew their names(I still have doubt as to who's Dixy and who's Doxy...but I knew they were dixy and Doxy). I have got to admit that I hardly know half the girls in my class by their names(being irregular has its downsides too!)
So now, the providence has thrown us together again. Now, the master magician sits back and checks what this guy can do. Does he take his chances? Am I wasting my time on this guy?
It was probably around this time that I got an inkling of his presence, maybe that thought boosted my confidence. Soon we were talking about totally random things while hundreds around us(in the queue) were discussing their mock CAT scores and other feline issues.
*not mandatory
(If you are only interested in the main story, you dont have to read this portion. But what happened was hilarious. A man walked briskly past us(while we were discussing the plight of Govindankutty), and suddenly his pants slid from where they were supposed to cling to... I thought for a moment that he was a stripper. So thought Dixy(or Doxy) too... But it turned out that the pants were actually part of his raincoat and he did have an intact pair of Jeans beneath that! So much for the aberration, now go back to the original story)
Wel,it'd suffice to say that I struck a chord with them and when at the end of 2-hr long queue they planned to go for ECLIPSE,they couldnt NOT ask me to join them.
again the roll of the dice! and I had to call quickly and call correctly!!
Me: I didnt' particularly like TWILIGHT and I havent watched NEW MOON, so what's the point...(dramatic pause)
Dixy/Doxy:I'll tell you the story (of New moon)if that's what prevents you... (pause again)
Me: My bro works at Ekm, and he has this curious habit of finding himself in theatres...(TRUTH!!)
Dixy+Doxy:Oho...so u r afraid!
Me(my pride hurt slightly): hmm....not really
By this time, two other girls(nameless classmates) had joined us (we'll call them Pepy and Popy). Now it seemed that all 4 were going for the movie. And here I am,still weighing my options (Bunking class is bad enough and add to it the gossip of bunking class with girls...)
Dixy/Doxy: Are you coming or not? now dont say we didnt call you...
Me: yeah, right(wot the hell!)...I am coming
(and it s here that the magician claps.. 'Bravo! dats my boy!!, he shouts)
now the first problem- how will we all go?-One autorickshaw solved the issue- Dixy on the lap of Pepy and Doxy on Popy and whatever remained, I took the half.
We reach the theatre, as expected, the show had already begun- but who cares anyway!
Now , we enter the hall and it's Dixy/Doxy who sits near me. Well,let me say one thing... Eclipse isnt the kind of movie you could watch with a girl(let alone with 4 girls!). Half the time Bella's on the screen,she kisses someone-either the vampire or the wolf(thank God they don't do something else!)
so there's some kinda tension all around. But there was no accidental brushing of the elbows, no careless meeting of the hands at the common armrest(In case somebody needed clarification :P) And everything went on smoothly, ie until the interval...
For the first time in my theatre-going experience, the villain entered during the interval! he was in the body of Jeby(anonymity not granted!!), another of my classmate,but belonging to the male category... I saw him going out during interval, I really hoped that the girls wouldn't note him....but his cap and and style of walking(even in the dim light) did not escape their eyes too..
Dixy/Doxy: dats,Jeby...right?
Me: I think,yes..
I felt like a man caught in a scandal, or like somebody who was going to ba caught, Sensing my tension, Dixy/Doxy says "call him if you want"
and I had to call him. If he was surprised(shocked) to see me,he concealed it well... He behaved rather casually with us. But his smile when we finally said good bye could mean only this (wait till we get back to the class...)
And the next class is on thursday...hope he catches a real strong bout of cold!(amnesia'd be better-but u knw, we cant have evrything we ask for!)
goodbye fiends!
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Retrospection Time (again!!)
I'd all sorts of confusion in naming this post and now that I've finally settled on Retrospection Time (again!!), I think, this at least gives me a sense of direction for now I could effortlessly( hopefully) write it in the mould of its predecessor.
But before getting into the retrospection part, I want you to look at the other options I had in titling it. By this, my intention is not merely to draw your attention to the pains taken by a hardworking blogger(from now on , you gotta show some respect!!), but also to remind you of something you should've learnt in the graphics class -the lesson on perspectives.
BLISS was (and some of you might even think 'is') the best choice at first for no other five lettered word can possibly describe my life at present. The hardest thing I'd to do in the whole of last week was getting up in the middle of night and search for a sweater as I was freezing (and yeah, I had mild fever which dragged on for a week)
Though I'm largely considered a not-so-useful guy ('useless' might hurt my pride at a later time), I can't think of any other period in the terrains of my accessible memory where my life was spent in a more unrewarding manner.
I know why you're itching, I was just getting into it. The obvious question- what about TIME? what about CAT coaching? That means it's time to move into the second heading that died in its birth.
FILLING IN THE BLANKS: IIMB is , i must accept, a very tempting option (even if IIMA is better) for more than one obvious reason. But I'm sure they won't take in people who bunks coaching classes for movies (saw Expendables- Statham rocks! the story sucks). Not just that, even I'm not sure if I really want it...
Jokes aside, this CAT coaching is merely doing the purpose of filling in the blank, the blank until the eventual TCS joining date. Something else like orkut or facebook.
Some other titles are:
1) CAT CHAT- simple and efficeint.
2) If i wasn't in love, I wouldn't have known how to spend time- a bit long,but sometimes such things click .
3) thank God I didn't go for GRE !! - a humorous take on some of my friends who went for GRE and suffer from the same ailment- diarrhea of words. Then I decided against it... ;)
Aaah now we've had plenty of titles and a very long post and to lengthen it with my silly plans would be cruel on the faithful reader. And who on earth is going to worry about doing justice to the title!
But before getting into the retrospection part, I want you to look at the other options I had in titling it. By this, my intention is not merely to draw your attention to the pains taken by a hardworking blogger(from now on , you gotta show some respect!!), but also to remind you of something you should've learnt in the graphics class -the lesson on perspectives.
BLISS was (and some of you might even think 'is') the best choice at first for no other five lettered word can possibly describe my life at present. The hardest thing I'd to do in the whole of last week was getting up in the middle of night and search for a sweater as I was freezing (and yeah, I had mild fever which dragged on for a week)
Though I'm largely considered a not-so-useful guy ('useless' might hurt my pride at a later time), I can't think of any other period in the terrains of my accessible memory where my life was spent in a more unrewarding manner.
I know why you're itching, I was just getting into it. The obvious question- what about TIME? what about CAT coaching? That means it's time to move into the second heading that died in its birth.
FILLING IN THE BLANKS: IIMB is , i must accept, a very tempting option (even if IIMA is better) for more than one obvious reason. But I'm sure they won't take in people who bunks coaching classes for movies (saw Expendables- Statham rocks! the story sucks). Not just that, even I'm not sure if I really want it...
Jokes aside, this CAT coaching is merely doing the purpose of filling in the blank, the blank until the eventual TCS joining date. Something else like orkut or facebook.
Some other titles are:
1) CAT CHAT- simple and efficeint.
2) If i wasn't in love, I wouldn't have known how to spend time- a bit long,but sometimes such things click .
3) thank God I didn't go for GRE !! - a humorous take on some of my friends who went for GRE and suffer from the same ailment- diarrhea of words. Then I decided against it... ;)
Aaah now we've had plenty of titles and a very long post and to lengthen it with my silly plans would be cruel on the faithful reader. And who on earth is going to worry about doing justice to the title!
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
THIS BLOG CONTAINS SERIOUS ADULT CONTENT
.....and therefore all the under 18s, especially mademoiselles Anuvinda P. and Navaneetha P. are hereby forbidden from accessing the contents of this blog without prior permission from the author (which, i have no intention of granting for eternity) as their incursions into this place is denying the author of personal freedom which he badly needs.
@ ammu: nobody cares if it's diameter or radius.
PS: all those who were with me from the very beginning are exempted from this rule. :)
@ ammu: nobody cares if it's diameter or radius.
PS: all those who were with me from the very beginning are exempted from this rule. :)
Friday, July 9, 2010
chicken soup for the 'not-yet-placed' **
** this is slightly cruel,bordering on sadism and amounting to a criminal offence punishable under IPC section 467-B...... Forgive me.
10 points on why being unemployed isn't so bad as it is hyped to be.
1) Your career is definitely on the rise , as you can't go downwards anymore..... you just hit the rock bottom.
2) You don't have to keep looking for the arrival of the offer letter. At least your internet bills are lower.
3) You don't have to fear enemies lurking behind every shadow. Your best friend(at least who used to be) doesn't offer prayers for you getting the worst exam results you ever could.
4) Attending family functions has become totally inconceivable. So much the better for your health( don't you know, parties cause half of the health issues).
5) You have become insignificant. People will start acting as if you don't exist.....
you think that's a small matter? well, ask Rooney....he'd have given anything to swap places with you (after the quarter finals)
6) CAT, MAT, GATE, XAT,HAT,BAT........ you have realised the number of competitive exams conducted in the country over a year. That means you have added on to your general awareness.
7)Oh dear, i just can't stretch it to 10....... So it seems your condition is 4 points short of being happily unemployed...
PS:I am not a man for advices but i have found this helpful when life wasn't going my way....
"keep a sense of humour about yourself, and then you might feel your troubles melting away, Nobody escapes life alive anyway...."
10 points on why being unemployed isn't so bad as it is hyped to be.
1) Your career is definitely on the rise , as you can't go downwards anymore..... you just hit the rock bottom.
2) You don't have to keep looking for the arrival of the offer letter. At least your internet bills are lower.
3) You don't have to fear enemies lurking behind every shadow. Your best friend(at least who used to be) doesn't offer prayers for you getting the worst exam results you ever could.
4) Attending family functions has become totally inconceivable. So much the better for your health( don't you know, parties cause half of the health issues).
5) You have become insignificant. People will start acting as if you don't exist.....
you think that's a small matter? well, ask Rooney....he'd have given anything to swap places with you (after the quarter finals)
6) CAT, MAT, GATE, XAT,HAT,BAT........ you have realised the number of competitive exams conducted in the country over a year. That means you have added on to your general awareness.
7)Oh dear, i just can't stretch it to 10....... So it seems your condition is 4 points short of being happily unemployed...
PS:I am not a man for advices but i have found this helpful when life wasn't going my way....
"keep a sense of humour about yourself, and then you might feel your troubles melting away, Nobody escapes life alive anyway...."
Friday, June 18, 2010
Curtains on!
Grappled with midnight's children for the third night in a row,and yet can not get past the first chapter.
It's England's match in 5 minutes. Should i just go down? hmm,let me first complete this post. Ever since we had had the farewell, i've been trying hard to write about it.
It isn't easy to say how you miss all those little things- like a 'goodnight' i had received every single night for the past four years.(every single night is an exaggeration, but still almost...).
Paul came home ,so the boredom sensor was unusually inactive today.Had to try many innovative methods to finally pack him off (even tried serving self prepared dishes!!)
and curtains came finally to my home (loved them, never knew Dad had this much aesthetic sense :P). And yeah,it's curtains on my college life too...
It's England's match in 5 minutes. Should i just go down? hmm,let me first complete this post. Ever since we had had the farewell, i've been trying hard to write about it.
It isn't easy to say how you miss all those little things- like a 'goodnight' i had received every single night for the past four years.(every single night is an exaggeration, but still almost...).
Paul came home ,so the boredom sensor was unusually inactive today.Had to try many innovative methods to finally pack him off (even tried serving self prepared dishes!!)
and curtains came finally to my home (loved them, never knew Dad had this much aesthetic sense :P). And yeah,it's curtains on my college life too...
Monday, June 14, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
The runaway kid completes the college.
Hmm....dunno if time is right to finally speak on something I have never spoken about. But I owe my readers a good story even if it could seriously hamper my reputation (of someone with a balanced head)...
First of all, if you haven't deducted as much from my previous posts,I am a very complex person. So don't expect me to explain and elucidate on matters that you don't understand.
Even I don't understand them.
FLASHBACK
**********
24 September,2007
T20 world cup final
With Pakistan needing six runs from last four balls, Misbah tries a scoop over short fine leg, which our own(very much loathed) Sreesanth accepts with glee...
The team celebrates.
and We celebrate- all the hostelers gather at the college gate to celebrate the victory. Empty bottles served as temporary drums and our slogans, though hoarse with repetition, ran deep into the party night.
And the next day was to be the day for discussions, for analysis of the match, of predicting what this brave captain and his young team could one day achieve...
But i had other plans...
I decided to run away from hostel.
Everything was planned to perfection. I told the others that I won't be coming for the first hour. Even in the early days of third sem, it wasn't uncommon for me to bunk one class...so they didn't suspect.
And then i called my brother(who was then working at Infosys, Techno Park, Trivandrum) and said this"I'm fed up with engineering, I have had enough".
I hung up the phone before he could reply.
I packed my bag with clothes and took a bus to the railway station.
This much had gone as per plan- now what?
The first train was Kerala Express to trivandrum- why wait?
I got aboard the train and managed a seat in the upper berth.
Oh yeah! i was getting calls from my brother and my poor friends to whom i had so cruelly lied. Phone was in the silent mode. Strangely though, I didn't switch off it.
I got down at Thambanur station. By this time the number of missed calls had almost reached three digits.
Still, I didn't know what to do.
I walked the length of a street. Thought about beaches, but finally settled for a small park in the middle of the town. And after 1-2 hours of inactivity, I decided enough was enough.
I sent a message to my brother which if I remember right went something like this "I'm at a park from where you could see the temple"
He arrived within 30 minutes and took me to his place.Luckily,those people didn't ask me too many questions.
And at night,with his friend's ID, I managed to enter Technopark with him. At exactly 12'0 clock,i was standing on top of the tallest building there.
I could see the sea from there...
Next day, I went back home. By this time,I'd announced my intention of discontinuing engineering and Dad showed no real opposition to this...
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2 years have passed
India has twice managed to exit the world cup without a win in the Super Eights.
And the runaway kid has almost completed the college.
First of all, if you haven't deducted as much from my previous posts,I am a very complex person. So don't expect me to explain and elucidate on matters that you don't understand.
Even I don't understand them.
FLASHBACK
**********
24 September,2007
T20 world cup final
With Pakistan needing six runs from last four balls, Misbah tries a scoop over short fine leg, which our own(very much loathed) Sreesanth accepts with glee...
The team celebrates.
and We celebrate- all the hostelers gather at the college gate to celebrate the victory. Empty bottles served as temporary drums and our slogans, though hoarse with repetition, ran deep into the party night.
And the next day was to be the day for discussions, for analysis of the match, of predicting what this brave captain and his young team could one day achieve...
But i had other plans...
I decided to run away from hostel.
Everything was planned to perfection. I told the others that I won't be coming for the first hour. Even in the early days of third sem, it wasn't uncommon for me to bunk one class...so they didn't suspect.
And then i called my brother(who was then working at Infosys, Techno Park, Trivandrum) and said this"I'm fed up with engineering, I have had enough".
I hung up the phone before he could reply.
I packed my bag with clothes and took a bus to the railway station.
This much had gone as per plan- now what?
The first train was Kerala Express to trivandrum- why wait?
I got aboard the train and managed a seat in the upper berth.
Oh yeah! i was getting calls from my brother and my poor friends to whom i had so cruelly lied. Phone was in the silent mode. Strangely though, I didn't switch off it.
I got down at Thambanur station. By this time the number of missed calls had almost reached three digits.
Still, I didn't know what to do.
I walked the length of a street. Thought about beaches, but finally settled for a small park in the middle of the town. And after 1-2 hours of inactivity, I decided enough was enough.
I sent a message to my brother which if I remember right went something like this "I'm at a park from where you could see the temple"
He arrived within 30 minutes and took me to his place.Luckily,those people didn't ask me too many questions.
And at night,with his friend's ID, I managed to enter Technopark with him. At exactly 12'0 clock,i was standing on top of the tallest building there.
I could see the sea from there...
Next day, I went back home. By this time,I'd announced my intention of discontinuing engineering and Dad showed no real opposition to this...
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2 years have passed
India has twice managed to exit the world cup without a win in the Super Eights.
And the runaway kid has almost completed the college.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
two awkward moments and two beautiful nights
This is an entirely personal diary entry
Get a hint and close the tab...
NOW!! GET OUT------>
Awkward moments
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1) Ever chatted(ie.,online) with your lover's(i pondered long and
chose to call you this) mom ??
i had the luck : (
twas accidental, funny..but awkward.
2) This was embarrassing.
I asked for something and was denied(don't think dirty- i am not
all that bad a boy!)
this will remind me of the incident(and her too...and alas her
friend too!,who luckily for me, isn't placed in TCS)
Beautiful Nights
----------------
1) I cried for the second time after coming to college.(last time it
was anguish,frustration)
but this time it was beautiful...
finally found peace and it felt like raindrops ...
2) we played a game i learned in a train journey.
I was silly and she endured..
shame on you for reading my diary and don't come asking what it was all about...
Get a hint and close the tab...
NOW!! GET OUT------>
Awkward moments
---------------
1) Ever chatted(ie.,online) with your lover's(i pondered long and
chose to call you this) mom ??
i had the luck : (
twas accidental, funny..but awkward.
2) This was embarrassing.
I asked for something and was denied(don't think dirty- i am not
all that bad a boy!)
this will remind me of the incident(and her too...and alas her
friend too!,who luckily for me, isn't placed in TCS)
Beautiful Nights
----------------
1) I cried for the second time after coming to college.(last time it
was anguish,frustration)
but this time it was beautiful...
finally found peace and it felt like raindrops ...
2) we played a game i learned in a train journey.
I was silly and she endured..
shame on you for reading my diary and don't come asking what it was all about...
Friday, April 30, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
'pookkutty' road, ladder in the room and time at the beach...
Doubly privileged as a classmate and his former hostelmate, I was invited along with the rest of my class for his bro's marriage reception....
He- Aswin V Varma
venue- SS kalamandir,Chertala
After the initial inhibitions, I decided to go thinking it'd be the last chance we'd have in managing something in the semblance of a tour...
And thank God I did! (And thanks to Bastian and Midhun for persuading me.... and to Nibin for not letting himself to be persuaded to come-"I feel reeeaally sorry for you")
It's gonna be a very long post, so let's go straight to Chertala .
I was there by around 11:30. And after a quick trip to an ice cream parlor, i was joined by Midhun. Bastian and co. (Jith +Shown) weren't too late either...
And the WagonR rolled to our first destination.
Passing the Japan drinking water project and other innumerable sign posts along the Arukkutty road(Jith it's Arukkutty and not Pookkutty), we reached Sethulakshmi's home..
For the first time in my life, i was offered sip-ups as a welcome drink. But luckily the lunch that followed was of infinitely better standards that I couldn't really launch into the ice-creams that came after.
and in general, the little Sethu was cute and charming as ever (I know how it's going to be interpreted) and I was left hoping if I'd a sister like her...
With Sethu on an Activa (sitting on which she could barely touch the ground even with her special high heeled footwear)as our navigator, we set off for our next target- Prabitha's home...
But the guide proved to be incompetent that we took quite a long time despite the supposed short cut that was the ferry.
We finally reached there.
I don't know if I'm right to write about this.
But I find nothing wrong and so I proceed.
The house was thatched and it looked like one good rain could blow it off and the hall was barely large enough to hold the T.V, the only thing that looked modern.
And we didn't ask to be lead into other rooms as we usually do. We were not curious about her room- for we knew she had as much chance of owning one for her as much as KKR ahd chance of winning next IPL.
So we talked about other things- about the new house they were building and other more colourful things.
I don't know if she's heard of my blog and I can't say if she'll ever read this- But I'm proud to have her as a friend...
Nothing was modern, nothing displayed elegance, nothing showed luxury, but everything in her home had love written all over it.
Even the neighbours came to talk to us...
Having picked Prabi, we proceeded to Akhila's home.
there were only Akhila and her sister-her parents weren't present.This allowed Midhun to be his usual self after hours of straining as if he was having constipation. And what followed was a series of situational comedies that would be unwise to try on paper.
Next was the beach session.
The absence of spare clothes didn't hold me back. But it did hinder Bastian and Shown to come and get drenched. However, in one particularly satisfying moment of the trip, I managed to get them both wet almost to the same level as mine.
Girls were more carefree as they'd no intention of coming to the function.
We went back to the Akhila's and took a bath and managed to present ourselves in the best possible decent manner at the party.
the party went like all parties do...
food and more food..
The night stay was as planned at PRP's (Actually, PRP was not present in the plan making stage).Oh sorry, before reaching PRP's, we had made another pit stop at Arjun Das' home.
And finally despite a heavy stomach and raging mosquitoes, I almost managed a good sleep.
Soon it was morning and time to go home.
I reached home in an event less return trip.
And back to the hibernation mode...
He- Aswin V Varma
venue- SS kalamandir,Chertala
After the initial inhibitions, I decided to go thinking it'd be the last chance we'd have in managing something in the semblance of a tour...
And thank God I did! (And thanks to Bastian and Midhun for persuading me.... and to Nibin for not letting himself to be persuaded to come-"I feel reeeaally sorry for you")
It's gonna be a very long post, so let's go straight to Chertala .
I was there by around 11:30. And after a quick trip to an ice cream parlor, i was joined by Midhun. Bastian and co. (Jith +Shown) weren't too late either...
And the WagonR rolled to our first destination.
Passing the Japan drinking water project and other innumerable sign posts along the Arukkutty road(Jith it's Arukkutty and not Pookkutty), we reached Sethulakshmi's home..
For the first time in my life, i was offered sip-ups as a welcome drink. But luckily the lunch that followed was of infinitely better standards that I couldn't really launch into the ice-creams that came after.
and in general, the little Sethu was cute and charming as ever (I know how it's going to be interpreted) and I was left hoping if I'd a sister like her...
With Sethu on an Activa (sitting on which she could barely touch the ground even with her special high heeled footwear)as our navigator, we set off for our next target- Prabitha's home...
But the guide proved to be incompetent that we took quite a long time despite the supposed short cut that was the ferry.
We finally reached there.
I don't know if I'm right to write about this.
But I find nothing wrong and so I proceed.
The house was thatched and it looked like one good rain could blow it off and the hall was barely large enough to hold the T.V, the only thing that looked modern.
And we didn't ask to be lead into other rooms as we usually do. We were not curious about her room- for we knew she had as much chance of owning one for her as much as KKR ahd chance of winning next IPL.
So we talked about other things- about the new house they were building and other more colourful things.
I don't know if she's heard of my blog and I can't say if she'll ever read this- But I'm proud to have her as a friend...
Nothing was modern, nothing displayed elegance, nothing showed luxury, but everything in her home had love written all over it.
Even the neighbours came to talk to us...
Having picked Prabi, we proceeded to Akhila's home.
there were only Akhila and her sister-her parents weren't present.This allowed Midhun to be his usual self after hours of straining as if he was having constipation. And what followed was a series of situational comedies that would be unwise to try on paper.
Next was the beach session.
The absence of spare clothes didn't hold me back. But it did hinder Bastian and Shown to come and get drenched. However, in one particularly satisfying moment of the trip, I managed to get them both wet almost to the same level as mine.
Girls were more carefree as they'd no intention of coming to the function.
We went back to the Akhila's and took a bath and managed to present ourselves in the best possible decent manner at the party.
the party went like all parties do...
food and more food..
The night stay was as planned at PRP's (Actually, PRP was not present in the plan making stage).Oh sorry, before reaching PRP's, we had made another pit stop at Arjun Das' home.
And finally despite a heavy stomach and raging mosquitoes, I almost managed a good sleep.
Soon it was morning and time to go home.
I reached home in an event less return trip.
And back to the hibernation mode...
Saturday, April 17, 2010
"You are de most unromantic person ever"
Having failed the zillionth time in trying to get a full confession on my romantic ventures, my cousin looked totally spent.
"You are de most unromantic person ever". I hardly needed the mirror to see what she was mouthing behind my back ...she had done that a thousand times,with and without adding the ingredient called audibility.
So, am I??
Now what! Am i going for the biggest confession of my life?
I have no idea.
When i began this post, i didn't know how far i'd go...
And i had almost decided to reveal something that i had been keeping close to my chest for almost a decade(that is almost half my age)...
but better sense came pouring down(thank GOD!!!). Maybe, i should skip the revealing part for now...
maybe next time, next post...
ps: i happen to know someone who has dreamed that she'd been drugged and had to sleep off the effects(of the dream!!!)...
"You are de most unromantic person ever". I hardly needed the mirror to see what she was mouthing behind my back ...she had done that a thousand times,with and without adding the ingredient called audibility.
So, am I??
Now what! Am i going for the biggest confession of my life?
I have no idea.
When i began this post, i didn't know how far i'd go...
And i had almost decided to reveal something that i had been keeping close to my chest for almost a decade(that is almost half my age)...
but better sense came pouring down(thank GOD!!!). Maybe, i should skip the revealing part for now...
maybe next time, next post...
ps: i happen to know someone who has dreamed that she'd been drugged and had to sleep off the effects(of the dream!!!)...
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
The biggest conspiracy theory ever...
I have been wanting to make a conspiracy theory ever since i saw the first one- something about 'there's no such thing as global warming, everything is a hoax'... it was interesting and had enough proof to make it sound real.
This is not something i particularly enjoy, but i wanted to write about something less personal, something less narcissistic... and the first thing that came to my mind is the only thing that shouldn't be occupying my mind at present. And therefore, it is not project presentation, nor the university exams...
Like the thousands who have already passed through here before, you too have guessed it...
maybe if you are lucky, you might even be the first of those thousands.(not 2 hav guessed it, but to have come this way)
Anyway, you guessed it right- it is the INDIAN PREMIER LEAGUE!!!
and i have been particularly interested in the fortunes of RCB, whose roller coaster ride has lend much spice to my evenings. Being the most faithful fan of a team that was initially labeled as a test team wasn't easy, but fortunately for me, the team has improved and now boasts of one of the better batting line ups in the league.
But my intention is not to write about my passion for the game, the idea is to bring your attention to the business ends(take literal meaning) of the game.
Does anyone of you remember the last one day world cup?
No, not the one where Sachin brought India, almost single handedly to the finals, only to be defeated by the best one day team ever.
There was one after that- the 2007 world cup. And do you remember the story?
India and Pakistan were eliminated in the first round of that tournament, which arguably was the worst-organized tournament ever. The tournament just dragged on endlessly to the discomfort of all those who were trying to forget the Indian debacle.
Add to it some action- Bob Woomer, the Pak coach was found dead in unnatural circumstances, but was later declared to be dead of natural causes.
And finally, the tournament ended as it began - in a rain curtailed match, where some belligerent hitting by Gilchrist proved to be the lone bright spot. And, the bookies got it right again- Aussies romped home easily.
and for the first time in my life, i almost hated cricket(even match fixing row hadn't done that)
and then T20 came out of nowhere and India wins the cup in a fairy tail story where the final was with the arch rivals Pakistan... and suddenly there was life in cricket again.
and then IPL came... and everything just looked too good to be true.
Can anyone have thought of a better entry for IPL??? I'm not saying somebody planned it to the minutest detail, I'm not saying Bob was murdered for trying to reveal a dirty secret, I'm not saying that India losing to Bangladesh was preplanned,but i felt things looked too good to be accidental.
And by the way, did you know that as a student at Duke University,USA in 1985, Lalit Modi was convicted 4 possessing 400 gms of cocaine and charged with assault and kidnapping... and that he obtained membership of the Rajasthan Cricket Association by concealing his last name.?
Just another conspiracy theory...
This is not something i particularly enjoy, but i wanted to write about something less personal, something less narcissistic... and the first thing that came to my mind is the only thing that shouldn't be occupying my mind at present. And therefore, it is not project presentation, nor the university exams...
Like the thousands who have already passed through here before, you too have guessed it...
maybe if you are lucky, you might even be the first of those thousands.(not 2 hav guessed it, but to have come this way)
Anyway, you guessed it right- it is the INDIAN PREMIER LEAGUE!!!
and i have been particularly interested in the fortunes of RCB, whose roller coaster ride has lend much spice to my evenings. Being the most faithful fan of a team that was initially labeled as a test team wasn't easy, but fortunately for me, the team has improved and now boasts of one of the better batting line ups in the league.
But my intention is not to write about my passion for the game, the idea is to bring your attention to the business ends(take literal meaning) of the game.
Does anyone of you remember the last one day world cup?
No, not the one where Sachin brought India, almost single handedly to the finals, only to be defeated by the best one day team ever.
There was one after that- the 2007 world cup. And do you remember the story?
India and Pakistan were eliminated in the first round of that tournament, which arguably was the worst-organized tournament ever. The tournament just dragged on endlessly to the discomfort of all those who were trying to forget the Indian debacle.
Add to it some action- Bob Woomer, the Pak coach was found dead in unnatural circumstances, but was later declared to be dead of natural causes.
And finally, the tournament ended as it began - in a rain curtailed match, where some belligerent hitting by Gilchrist proved to be the lone bright spot. And, the bookies got it right again- Aussies romped home easily.
and for the first time in my life, i almost hated cricket(even match fixing row hadn't done that)
and then T20 came out of nowhere and India wins the cup in a fairy tail story where the final was with the arch rivals Pakistan... and suddenly there was life in cricket again.
and then IPL came... and everything just looked too good to be true.
Can anyone have thought of a better entry for IPL??? I'm not saying somebody planned it to the minutest detail, I'm not saying Bob was murdered for trying to reveal a dirty secret, I'm not saying that India losing to Bangladesh was preplanned,but i felt things looked too good to be accidental.
And by the way, did you know that as a student at Duke University,USA in 1985, Lalit Modi was convicted 4 possessing 400 gms of cocaine and charged with assault and kidnapping... and that he obtained membership of the Rajasthan Cricket Association by concealing his last name.?
Just another conspiracy theory...
Thursday, March 25, 2010
out of the happenings spree!!
finally i got out of the happenings spree...
each moment could have ended up being long chapters in this blog.
But luckily for you and for
Mr Caretaker,
clutter park(via blogspace)
web street.,
i was short on time and lost in work.
In between my last two posts,
1) my account got hacked for a day(the whole story will be published in another post- the main protagonist , that is me, will be portrayed as the tragic hero who had to fight off the evil spirits. You will hate the villains,spit on their crooked faces, you might even do a Muntadar al-Zaidi !!..... Wait for it)
2)Our college organized ONE'10a national level techno cultural fest which was actually the reason for my busy-ness.
3)I frequented summer sand as if i am the only son of a billionaire(don't confuse yourself, my visits have been limited to the restaurant section- still a proud teetotaler!)..... but friends, i am broke like never before. And to the benevolent money-lenders, i have got no clue as to when i will pay you back.
4) and as for the pudding, i got placed in TCS. The world around is still the same. And i haven't yet made my decision on joining...... but in any case,i accept that i have weeded out one big sigh for the present...
guys,keep in touch...
each moment could have ended up being long chapters in this blog.
But luckily for you and for
Mr Caretaker,
clutter park(via blogspace)
web street.,
i was short on time and lost in work.
In between my last two posts,
1) my account got hacked for a day(the whole story will be published in another post- the main protagonist , that is me, will be portrayed as the tragic hero who had to fight off the evil spirits. You will hate the villains,spit on their crooked faces, you might even do a Muntadar al-Zaidi !!..... Wait for it)
2)Our college organized ONE'10a national level techno cultural fest which was actually the reason for my busy-ness.
3)I frequented summer sand as if i am the only son of a billionaire(don't confuse yourself, my visits have been limited to the restaurant section- still a proud teetotaler!)..... but friends, i am broke like never before. And to the benevolent money-lenders, i have got no clue as to when i will pay you back.
4) and as for the pudding, i got placed in TCS. The world around is still the same. And i haven't yet made my decision on joining...... but in any case,i accept that i have weeded out one big sigh for the present...
guys,keep in touch...
Friday, January 29, 2010
love in the time of recession
she's placed
yet i have no place
in her heart
or the recruiters' list.
yet i have no place
in her heart
or the recruiters' list.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
the routine + avatar = my last week
The best part about having seen Avatar is that you have something to hide yesterday's mishaps. Whatever my project team had set out to achieve, it wasn't certainly a trip to pandora. And i am not in a mood to disclose them even to the faithful blog reader.
Cold January mornings are to be spent under the cozy blanket, add to it the second saturday tag and not even Mr. workaholic would moot my words. Trust me! i left the gentle warmth of the bed at around 5 in the morning and left for Ernakulam.
everything that could go wrong, did indeed go wrong.
You're right.... my blog recently turned into a reservoir of Murphyness. I wish i could talk about blue skinned, tail-ed humanoids and the bewitching landscapes of pandora, but something drags me back, tying me down to the earthy clatters. No prize for guessing what......
With the seventh sem lab exams coming in the week after this,the schedule looks comparatively tight. Somebody had promised that the main project will take care of itself, i trusted him then and he better be spot on.
***praying***
And miss Devi is claiming a treat for some publicity work(for the blog) in the L.H.(ladies hostel). But apparently, the thing hasn't been working. But,still hats off to her for fighting a lost cause... As to treat , ask you-know-who, he will see to it..... :p
The only good thing that has happened to me the past year has been this blog , and some friendships which came along with it.... love you all, good bye!
Friday, January 1, 2010
a curious year ahead
For the past 3 years, the very moment i got into a new year, it was pretty certain how i was going to end it. Not this time around though. The possibilities are numerous and i don't even have a favourite... At the end of the year,
1. I maybe expecting my CAT results if something goes by the plan. (keeping my fingers crossed that the blueprint stays hidden from Rats)
2. Btw, campus placement is almost a closed option now that they have announced their 'no standing supply' theory. (I just raised my fingers, folded 4 of them and imagined the face of the real duffer who made up this plan . Join me if you do empathize!!). Anyway, one option down.
3. Its always possible to start writing all those Bank tests and other routine stuff. You know what, i have always felt that the Indian Banks lack some creativity and would do well to have someone like myself up their sleeve.Just kiddin! now you know I am getting nervous.
4. And Dad was talking about getting my passport ready. I honestly don't know what's up his mind. I would like to study outside the country, but this is exile.
The world has infinite choices. Why waste time on contemplation? All right guys, wish you all a fantastic new year! Just savour each second- you've got 365*24*60*60 of them....
PS: I revert to the original blog name- someone important just told me that it was better :)
PS: I revert to the original blog name- someone important just told me that it was better :)
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