BREAK FREE

I am uploading this post a little late...I wrote it on the night before our DTSP exams. The soul reason being because I wanted to write something that didn't involve equations and functions. We are all control freaks by nature...No matter how much one denies...We are...We like to believe that we have some sense of hold over every aspect of our lives...Family, friends, career, boyfriend/girlfriend, spouse, kids...everything!!!
We want to KNOW everything and stay within the confines of our COMFORT ZONE so that we FEEL we are in control. Ironically this need for control gets even more pronounced when one is provided with independence, choices, freedom...the works!!! Seems strange??? Think about it!
While I am a stickler for freedom with responsibility I sometimes can’t help but think why should a person always follow what is supposed to be done. Why does one have to keep himself/herself in front of books before an exam? Why not go out and do what your heart fells like?(It has its own drawbacks too!) Why should a person always know all the time where he’s headed for in life...why can’t for once he/she throw caution to the winds and go with the flow...while we may not always be presented with an opportunity to do so nor can we sometimes afford the risks that come along; we can however in some insignificant ways lose the sense of control, get out of our comfort zones and hand over our lives to the unknown forces around us for may be just a while...Here’s how:
1) This one is inspired from a friend’s blog, the next time you are listening to your mp3 player instead of you choosing a song for yourself let the player decide for you...Ask yourself any random question or think of any random person before a song begins...You’ll be surprised at the kind of insights it can give you...
2) Go to a library, pick up any title that interests you but you don’t necessarily want to read and flip through the book and come across a random page and a random line...Again you may just be amazed at the connection that one line has to any part of your life...
3) Close your eyes and flip through the contacts in your cell-phone, maybe you’ll come across the number of a long-lost friend, an acquaintance who you haven’t been in touch with for a while...Make that call or send a message...You never know how that call could change your life...
You truly will be amazed at the kind of insights, revelations, associations that can come up when you handover your life to something as insignificant as a music player, a book, a cell-phone etc...That’s why when destiny has a plan for you it is something that makes you break the shackles of your comfort level, makes you reach greater heights than you thought was possible, unleash the dormant potential and see the world you didn’t know exists...Happy Exploring!

My first 20-20-20 match

It was a perfectly sunny morning, humid as usual. The venue was Thakur Polytechnic. The match was supposed to start at 10 a.m. but the pre-match preparations had to begin at 8. The forecast wasn’t very encouraging though with server Gods playing spoilsport the previous day. After a bit of frisking and fingering(Yes I had to do that too!!!) I reached the pitch where the game was to be played. Exactly 2hrs 15 mins was to be the duration of the match not a second more as decided by the officials .At the stroke of 10 the match began.
The first few overs were a run feast. Taking full advantage of the power play I started adding runs though treading cautiously as the pitch was doing a bit. It was more about INTERPRETATION than anything else. I played along skillfully keeping average in mind. Afterall AVERAGES are very important for success. As the ball got a bit old it started to reverse swing. But that too didn’t pose much of a problem as I had SUFFICIENT DATA about the ball. But one always needs to be careful as data can be misleading and hence a few deliveries almost beat me. Later when the spinners came on they created quite some trouble and me being a bit weak against them some very good LOGIC was required to face them but in the end I managed to sail through.
The next powerplay was the real slogfest. I had to just add and multiply runs to maximize my score. It was like the part-timers bowling and almost each and every delivery being a loose one. Here again SUFFICIENT DATA about the bowlers helped me a lot. Also the GEOMETRY of the ground came in handy at times.
The last 20 overs were spent mere comprehending . Here I learnt a very important lesson-A man’s ABILITY lies not only in COMPREHENDING but also how he copes up with the JUMBLED problems that he is always faced with. Also he must learn to CORRECT his own mistakes. The better he is at correcting his mistakes the more are his chances of succeeding . And finally since it is CAT what you are hearing all around these days here is a CAT question…The last line of this post has been deleted. Complete the post by selecting the most appropriate option.
a). Cut the crap
b). STFU
c). _|_ _|_
d). None of these
.

Chalte Chalte

As I write this post I have my feet dipped in a bucket of hot water. Reason…an immense pain in the ankle. This post is about a liking that I have developed over the years…My liking to walk .Many people say they love to travel. Travelling doesn’t mean you must have a car or a comfort vehicle to carry you all around the city. If you were to explore a congested city like Mumbai, what would you prefer as your mode of transport? You may prefer a car, taxi, public transport or some other vehicle but I would choose to walk! Walking is one of the simplest and more healthy way to wander around the places of interest within a city. While walking you can experience the zeal various places and things exhibit. The best walk is from under the side trees which house cool breeze and offer refreshment. Of course there are some places where the roads are uninhabited by these green and shady living things, but you may find a good number of plantations along the footpath
(I think I am seeing things). Forget walking in the cities, try walking or even better trekking to a hill station instead of just taking a vehicle to your destination, you will not have second thoughts about deciding what was more enjoyable.
Now, traveling in a vehicle does provide you with comfort, but if you happen to see some interesting place out there, you think it’s worth visiting, you can’t just call out the driver every time to pull over for you. Not to mention your contribution to air and noise pollution!
While you can wander capturing the memories with a camera on your own along the narrow gangways and shortcuts, visit the market place, waste time in the parks, cafes and spend time in the museums, libraries all on your feet; you don’t have to worry about the car you have parked while you are enjoying the trip! Moreover you benefit from not having to follow the traffic rules, such as one way, traffic lane, speeding, license, emissions and many more!
Alright, so much said in favor of the little feet, what will you do if you want to travel to some place a bit far from where you stand? If you have the stamina you could walk straight exploring more, if not you can always cab in and head where ever you want to be. Or ask for a lift or get in the public transport!
What I want to emphasize here is (most of the time) the better way to explore a place is by foot. There is always an option of alternate means, if you feel tired. But simply going to places with a car along with you all the time does not serve your purpose of exploring a place. You actually miss the most attractive highlights and in sights the place has to offer!!
Sure, there are certain things that one has to plan before just setting along on foot. One has to decide what places you have to visit, where to start and where to eat! If you don’t know the location simply hire a cab and you will be there shortly!
In my college days I usually travel on foot along with my friends to places that are worth visiting. We rarely hire a cab, cause we are many and are willing to walk gladly anywhere cracking jokes and discussing current affairs of our college life. If the place is unknown (read Hiranandani,Powai) to us and even its residents we always have the pannwallas or people around to guide us through the right path!
The area from Andheri station to Bhavans has became known to me, as I have been strolling around with friends around the same street for the last 6 years. The sprit of travel, walking has gripped me. And I am loving it!!

When life throws you curve balls

The clean up drive during Diwali turned out to be fruitful for me this time. I found a small notebook that got old memories back -some happy ones some bad.During my junior college days my counselor had advised me to keep writing whatever I feel like ...well this was to increase my score in my 12th exams. I dunno how was it supposed to help but still I diligently followed him .I just do not know why I wrote this . All I remember is that I wrote it quite some years ago...


Sometimes, life throws you curve balls
And you question why

Sometimes, life throws you daggers
And you question why

Sometimes, life throws you lemons
And you question why

Sometimes, life throws unanswered questions
And you still question why

The unexpected turn of events
The loss of a loved one
The end of a beautiful relationship
The fight for a lost cause
When a close someone backstabs
Coping with loss
Coping with grief
Coping with failure
You’re down in the dumps
The answer might lie inside within you somewhere
Or
There may be no answer really
And you still question why

Season's Greetings

It’s here…the wonderful time of the year when we polish ourselves and our houses, participate in various rituals (willingly for a change!!!) and just come together to celebrate. It’s Diwali and I for one, am truly excited.
It’s a festival that has had special meaning and brings to my mind many special memories. This year though Diwali has a special meaning altogether. Next year I don’t know if I will be at home with my parents celebrating Diwali. Dunno which B-school I will be in (I really want to get into one). So basically I am enjoying this Diwali to the fullest.
Diwali has certain rituals and traditions that you follow as a family , and at my home the responsibilities are usually distributed between members and I have to go to all my relatives to distribute sweets-a very deliciously tempting thing to do…(only time of the year when I meet them!!!)
For me Diwali has always been a symbol of a new beginning …a time to forget all your troubles and just celebrate being alive. Well, four years into engineering and the only new beginning I have done is beginning to study for the semester exams read vivas;
Fireworks were very much a part of my Diwali celebrations in my growing years and something I looked forward to, but somehow the craze has now died out. See I am also so concerned about the environment!
Though this post is a little late in the day I would just like to wish everyone a very happy and safe diwali and a prosperous new year .I hope it brings to you all the happiness, fun and joyful memories that it gives me every year

Wake Up !!!

I did the first and the most important thing of the day.
I voted!



Democracy is dependent on YOU. If you don’t vote, you are directly responsible for the degradation of the country.
You are threatening your own freedom, you are playing with your child’s future and you are making this largest democracy smaller and smaller.
So take your ass off for a walk, go vote and kiss your finger(Don't taste it!!!). And then FEEL PROUD!
If you don’t vote you simply can’t comment on the functioning of this country, first vote and then you are eligible to decide on the good and the bad politicians and their works.
You can’t just be a spectator and demand sweets fruits from the country without doing anything. Do something!
And that something is...VOTING (at least)
Voting gives you the power and the chance to choose your government.
So please…cast your votes and don’t waste them.
In this way you can pay back what you have got for free; the freedom!
Long Live Democracy!

My Pet Peeves

Naggers

People who make personal remarks

I-know-it-all people who monopolize conversations

People who get some kind of pleasure in pointing out others mistakes

Bhajan singers- the ones on the train

Oversmart a******s

People who smoke in public places

Relatives who love to lecture

Couples who indulge in indecent behaviour in public places viz. trains buses...If you are so unable to control your raging hormones rent a hotel room and do whatever you want to.

People who love to discuss Shitsvilla day in and day out.

People who ask you your salary- directly or indirectly.

Raghu Ram

Ekta Kapoor

SRK

Being all ears

When I finally stepped off the train at Andheri, I congratulated myself on my iron self-control. After all, I had spent the entire journey from Malad clinging desperately to the rail by the entrance of the compartment, gazing into the distance with a studiedly blank expression on my face, chanting (in my head) this mantra: “I will not laugh. I will not laugh. I will not laugh” and I was so distracted, I was convinced I was going to fall off the train.
That's because I had spent the whole journey eavesdropping on a conversation between two college students. One of them had the most convoluted love life I'd ever come across outside a television soap opera, and I had been so entertained by his account of it and her friend's earnest advice, that I had completely forgotten about the book in my bag - a murder mystery at that! — that I had planned to finish on the train.
I was not at all perturbed about the fact that I was eavesdropping — a dirty, slimy and distinctly un-gentlemanly thing to do, according to Enid Blyton. I was only concerned about the fact that I should not be caught doing it. Hence the “I will not laugh” mantra; hence my self-congratulation on arrival at Andheri. I had not laughed so, once again, my fellow citizens in Mumbai had provided me with free amusement.
“Watching (and listening to) the world go by,” was how I usually described this inclination. My fascination for eavesdropping began after watching the movie 'Following'...in which the actor goes about following random and interesting people he sees around so that he can put them up as characters in his novel.So the next fine morning I wake up and think " Why not try this for a day. Doesn't seem to be dangerous..." And what better place to start this great deed than in a local train which is so frequently used by me.
It’s easy to be an eavesdropper in Mumbai. Lack of space in this crowded city means we’re all practically sitting in each other’s laps anyway, so tuning into the conversations of random strangers requires no effort at all. I’ve eavesdropped while standing in line, at restaurants ,at malls ,on trains and buses, at cinemas and theatres , Some of this eavesdropping is inadvertent, but there are times when I deliberately go out of my way to flap my ears in some strangers’ direction which I continued for a week.
You hear the most interesting and entertaining things, some of which can keep you happy for years. For instance, to this day, my friend and I can relate almost verbatim a conversation we overheard nearly five years ago at Vrindavan in Andheri, between a child and his parents where the child was desperately trying to convince his dad to apologise to him and his mom because he had farted .All learnings of good-manners and behaviour that he had gathered over the years were thrown back at the poor man. We just leapt off our seats, paid the bill and shot off to collapse, laughing hysterically.
You get more than free entertainment when you’re eavesdropping. You get useful advice too, even if it hasn’t actually been directed at you. If you don't believe me just ask the person who invests in shares as to where from does he get those useful tips(I said just 'ask' follow this at your own risk). Standing in line to enter the auditorium a couple of weeks ago at an auditorium, I overheard what seemed to be members of one family earnestly arguing about the best seats in the auditorium. The advantages and disadvantages of seats right in the middle of the top row and right in the middle of the bottom-most row (the seats on the sides were completely dismissed) were listed and dispassionately weighed against each other. Eventually a consensus was reached — the middle of the bottom-most row was judged the absolute best section in the auditorium. When the doors were finally opened, that’s where the family headed. Closely followed by me.
And it’s thanks to eavesdropping that I recently had the finest Pulaos of my life at Brittania Cafe I was waiting, bored, for a friend, when I listened to a very small but highly opinionated young lady telling her friend exactly what she wanted to eat. It sounded excellent so I just had to quietly note down the address when she was giving it to her friend, I just had to talk to a few friends about this who somehow knew about this place. It was the best meal I had had in ages. I wouldn’t have had if I hadn’t eavesdropped.
But a small conversation I once had with my friend totally changed my idea about eavesdropping. I had always known it was bad to hear to someone's private conversations but thought 'What the heck who cares'.What really hurts is when you are on the receiving end...Just imagine...you are in a bus or train and the person with you is talking unabashedly(read bitching)about his very very special friend constantly referring to him/her as Chhava/item throwing her the choicest cuss words and off course totally oblivious of the fact that there are 10 other people listening to this supposedly juicy conversation and one amongst them is an uncle or aunty living in your neighbourhood. Just the look on their face is enough to know what they now think about you. As my friend put it 'Ijjat ki dhajjiyaan ud jaati hain'.So that is where I decided to stop this habit of flapping my ears around.

Advice-who needs some

I am sure nobody enjoys unsolicited advice and unsolicited counseling. I just hate it when people assume you need help and are forever ready with ‘quick-fix’ advice. By ‘people’, I mean those who are just ‘acquaintances’- the hi-bye types, those you ‘dislike’ to the core, and those ‘meddlesome’ types.

“If I were you”, “had I been in this situation”, “I think you should…”, “I suggest…”- all this claptrap is bloody pissing off.
The best and the worst advice usually comes for medical treatment..."U said he is suffering from cancer. Take him to Ramdev Baba he is sure to cure him."When bloody sciece is not able to find a foolproof cure how is some Baba gonna cure someone of cancer.Astonishingly these are the people who will never in their life call up to check if you are doing fine or even say a few words to just pep you up, get you in a good mood. Only shit they can talk is advice.

It’s not annoying if the advice is coming from a good friend, a genuine well wisher, an experienced person, a stranger who really wants to help or genuine people who genuinely care.

Unsolicited opinions are just not welcome- but freelance advisors seem to know it all.

Why can’t people resist the temptation to advice?

I especially avoid those ‘insecure’ people who have somehow convinced themselves into believing the jhoot that they are living life to the fullest. They presume you are unhappy and launch into an unending, sermonish chatter on how you should start to live life to the hilt. This is merely a projection of the speaker’s own feeling of failure and inadequacy.

Kambakht Crass

I should probably keep my mouth shut…but I can’t! I have to sit through a more pathetic film far more worse than the Chandni chowk….. and even more deplorable than the Singh is Kingggg. Deplorable is too kind a word for this disgusting , Racist ,thrashy movie full of crude gags..In one scene some one farts on Amrita Arora’s face and you feel she deserved something worse than this. I don’t care if this film breaks all box –office records –- a lousy film is a lousy film. I mean what comedy are you talking about –Javed Jaffery playing a typical kathiyawad bred gujju who prides in calling himself a suuar. What is the bloody point in shooting films abroad and reflecting the lives of NRIs who have no problem in sleeping around but get into the totally Indian sati-savitri mode when it comes to marrying. Which surgeon goes to work clad in a borderline hooker attire?...Yes but there is one change that Kambahkht Ishq has brought about…thanks to Kareena Kapoor slutty nurses are now passé . People maybe will now look forward to their surgeries…But that is abroad people in India please don’t go to hospitals expecting a Bebo to make things happen . Also doctors in India can feel proud of the fact that in India only surgical instruments are left in the patients’ bodies.
For some reason filmmakers believe an overdose of black rapper music,wall-to-wall bikini bimbettes,toilet humour and abusive dialogues make a film more hip. Filthy lingo sometimes sounds good but when Kareena calls all men ‘bastards’ and is called a bitch throughout the film that is plain crass…Get a life people. And one that takes the cake the narcissistic number ‘Bebo main Bebo’. Aren’t your paychecks enuff that you now need songs written for you. I need to ask these film-makers one question “On what grounds are you calling this film a joint venture of sorts having actors like Sly Stallone and Denise Richards in ‘blink and u’ll miss them’ roles? Sign a Leonardo Dicaprio or a Tom Cruise and then talk.” And one more point I am just curious are we Indians so good at kissing that a peck on the cheek makes Denise Richards say that it was the best kiss of her life and she would look forward to kissing some more Indians(she didn’t even mention Indian actors)…Is a certain Mr. Hashmi listening!!!

O-bum-a

MEN OGLE. It is our fundamental right.But a picture is not necessarily worth a thousand words...As it is said many-a-times "Jo dikhta hai woh hota nahi hai aur jo hota hai wo dikhta nahi hai"
I am totally in awe of President Barack Obama. The camera just caught him at that inopportune moment. These bloody cameramen want to have their pictures have the final word.

(My guess is Obama was just helping her down the stairs. He deserves the benefit of the doubt. Sarkozy doesn't).

French President Nicolas Sarkozy is definitely ogling. (The pervert cannot stop grinning in both the pix).I just dont understand Mr. SarKozy when u've got a wife(or watever she is) like Carla Bruni why do you need to do such things. Atleat once in a while try being chivalrous.

Ek Umbrella Jo Badal De Aapki Duniya

This incident happened just a few days ago. It was supposedly the monsoon season… we were 3 people returning from college…me, he and she (me and he: male – she: female…This explanation is for those people who are grammatically sound and consider 'whatever-other-than-he-and-she' as third person i.e. It…) And it suddenly started raining…Fortunately, I had an umbrella with me…Unfortunately He and She didn't have umbrella…He pretended to sacrifice and I had to accommodate her under my umbrella…Considering the sizeof my umbrella , one more person could easily have fitted in…So far, everything was O.K…And I got a 440-Volts shock (not because of lightning) when she held my right hand with her both hands…I felt embarrassed…Not because I disliked her…But from the fact that this happened in public…I thought each tree standing on the road, each stone lying on the road and every human being walking on the road, are looking at us…At the same time, I knew that she had utmost faith in me as a friend…but Indian public doesn't think the same way as she does…
Here is the comparison of what public might have thought and what was actually happening…

1) People thought that I forgot my friend (i.e. He) when I had a girl to share my umbrella…While I was showering him all the 'blessings' that I had in my vocabulary…for leaving me alone in a tricky situation and having a wicked laugh while running away from us…

2) People thought these 2 are walking a long path towards eternity…While it was about to end once we reached the bus-stop…

3) People thought these 2 are having romantic gupshup…While she was talking about Shitsvilla…more the reason for me to run away from her.
4) People thought these 2 are humming the song "Pyaar hua…ikraar hua hai…"While I was singing "Yeh kahaan aa gaye hum…”
5) People thought that I was folding my jeans to be Raj-kapoor-look-alike…While I was preparing myself to be able to run fast…away from her…

6) People thought that I was holding umbrella to protect her from rains…While I was waiting for heavy wind…so that I could use my umbrella as a parachute…to get myself landed in safer area…(ok this one sucked)

7) People said "Look at this Boy…who is jumping with Joy…" While I was comparing my footwork with that of Indian cricketers against Ajantha Mendis…

8) People thought of us as "Viru-and-basanti" from Sholay…While I was blaming myself for not pretending to be Thakur from Sholay…as it could have saved me from this embarrassment…

When we entered the bus, I kept my umbrella and my bag beside me…and thus forced her to occupy another seat…I called my distant friend from my mobile…and made her to talk to 'He'…Kitna bura hoon main…Some people talk to strangers and write a blog…And here I am, who treated my friend as a stranger and then wrote a blog…
These are the After-effects of this incident…
1) Now I don't use my umbrella to protect myself from rains…but to hide my face from public…
2) I always confirm who is coming with me and whether he or she is carrying an umbrella or not…
3) I am planning to buy a mini-umbrella…which can be attached to my head…No question of accommodating anyone…
4) And I am suffering from Umbrella-Phobia…

Ever wondered how these profs set the question papers? well this is how-
Prof 1:There is no fun in our life!
Prof 2:(disinterested) ya!
Prof 1:Can we do something to make it interesting?
Prof 2:(disinterested)Nope
Prof 1:yes we can! What do you say we set a really difficult paper for sem 6 students? Won’t that be fun?!! I know…we can set the complete paper out of syllabus
Prof 3 overhears the conversation
Prof 3: You know ,setting questions out of the syllabus is not allowed in mumbai university
Prof 1:Who cares??
Prof 3:If you set such a paper you will be thrown out of the University
Prof 1: er..on second thought…maybe that is not so much fun…I know…we can set questions which are least expected by the student fraternity…Or maybe we will twist the easy questions in such a way that they become unsolvable…or/and we could have some critical data missing in the problem so that students waste time racking their brains…are you with me Prof 2?
Prof 2:Ya…Why not give them the toughest question for maximum marks and even make it compulsory.
Prof 1:Well Prof.2 …u are a sadist…are you with me Prof 3?
Prof 3:I dont think thats very smart…Prof 2?
Prof 2: (disinterested)whatever!

Plz suggest a title for this

I have nothing to write.
Have no inspiration lately.

I open blogger wanting to write something and end up staring at the blank screen for hours like a loser...


Loser se yaad aaya, what has gotten into Kolkatta Knight Riders? Suddenly, I have new found respect for Ricky Ponting. How did he manage to win all those matches with an ass for a coach(John Buchanan).

Ass se yaad aaya, what is wrong with Imran Hashmi.. aaj-kal koi movie nahi aa rahi bande ki.. He has done more movies in the last 5 years than what Aamir Khan has done in his two decade old career.

Note that, it was Aamir Khan who held the record for maximum kisses (on screen of course) and he was conviniently replaced by Imran in his debut year.

Debut se yaad aaya, Varun Gandhi made quite a debut in Politics in and as "Pilibhit ka goonda". He went overboard with his anctics, gave communal speeches which made LK Advani and Narendra Modi sound secular. Its almost certain that Pilibhit is voting for Varun this Loksabha elections. Next LS elections we can wait for his next movie - "The return of the goonda".

Goonda se yaad aaya, did you guys know Gulshan grover is the brand ambassador for the apparels chain - "The loot".

I mean, what were the Marketing guys thinking? How could you have someone whos every third line is - "Baaaad maaan" as your brand ambassador. Wouldnt it make more sense to have someone like Ranbir Kapoor or Imran Khan as your brand ambassador if you are selling clothes? The truth is, Gulshan Grover himself doesnt like clothes much, if he did, he wouldnt rip them off the heroine in evey fifth movie. Gulshan Grover selling clothes is like Rishi Kapoor selling annual memberships for Talwalkars gym.

Gym se yaad aaya, dont you think Mayawati should join a gym. Shes getting real big and disfigured, not to mean that she was as figure-y as Madhuri Dixit when she was young, but she really needs a workout. If she reads this blog(which in all probability she does considering my popularity) she is bound to say
"Abbe budbak, main UP ki CM hoon.. Koi nahi aayega mere aur mere khaane ke beach."
"Beach? But ma'am as far as I know there is no sea or beach in UP!"
"Abbe gadhe, there is a beach.. Playground ke beachon beach."

Hehehe... er.. sorry you had to hear a joke that bad. I am a little low on intelligence(I meant today, usually I am okay). But seriously, she needs to workout. Shes turning into the symbol of her party. Arre the symbol of her party is Elephant. Itna bhi nahi jaante (Kya jhakaas knowledge hai na mera Mayawati ke baare mein!).


Elephant se yaad aya, Ramesh Powar just gained a few more pounds. Had I been the owner of Kolkatta Knight Riders, I would buy Powar for 8 crore rupees. I think hes by far the best player in IPL right now. He can single handedly win matches. How? Here goes my strategy. But this strategy works only when KKR bat first.-

Send Powar to open. That McCulluam is an idoit. Gayle-Powar should open. Make Powar run on the pitch. The pitch will crumble under his weight. When we come to bowl we have a minefield of a pitch. Make Powar open the bowling too. On a cracked pitch even Murli Karthik can be fatal, toh Powar ki toh baat hi alag hai. Powar will end up picking up 10 wickets in 4 overs.


Powar se yaad aaya, do you guys remember which bat Sachin Tendulkar used before he started using MRF ka balla? Yes guessed it right! Power!

Sachin used to feature in print ads of Power, he also used to feature in that Action shoes wala comercial - "Joota hai ya light.. joote main hai light!" Do you know who was the girl in that commercial? Socho socho.. shenaz!! Yeah, that Ishq Vishq wali girl.. She played Shahid Kapoor's girlfriend, second girlfriend actually.. The first one was that Parkinsson disease wali girl, whats her name, yeah, Amrita Rao, she shakes her head a lot when she delivers her dialogues, next time, kindly note.


Note se yaad aaya, MBA education is very costly yaar.. Majak-majak mein bahut kharcha hone wala hai. And because of this recession I am not even sure if I will be able to recover the money that I have put in. Now only if I had done some ghootala or something, I would have a lot of black money to splurge...


Black se yaad aaya, Obama (I am so racist) should come up with something to resurrect this recession thingy. He should take our PM's help if necessary, afterall Manmohan singh is by far the best Finance minister we had.

If Obama can have a cup of tea with him, they will definitely come up with some solution. All we need is some Tea, marie biscuits and some baat-cheet...


Baat se yaad aaya, I have to take a bath.. Bahut din ho gaye..


Warnings:
1.Reading this post can cause temporary neuron damage. What? You already read it and are cursing your friend who recommended you this blog? Please dont, your friend's intentions were good, mine werent!
2.This blog takes no responsibility for the low marks scored by students due to the brain damage caused by this post

Learn to play, play to learn

The age old saying ‘All work and no play make jack a dull boy’ hovers around my mind as I head away from the crossroad of life that I was few months back. The heady feeling of finally having a goal in life(actually a short term one) to CRACK THE CAT has finally subsided. Pending assignments , vivas approaching at break-neck speed, projects that need to be completed and also the tests that are thrown to us -the so called MODATs have all bottled up . And the ‘trying –to- be -perfectionist’ that I am just makes me feel I am in deeper shit .

As I sit wid books strewn all over trying to figure out the basic concepts of my subjects I see children playing some game that I just don’t understand…my inner voice asks me…

When was the last time you played with the water in your shower?
When was the last time you threw stone-chips in the lake to see them bounce?
When was the last time you played something that is neither a sport, a video game, nor a board or card game? Say not even a game?

Remember childhood? Yeah? We used to play with our G.I.Joe and our toy car, and for some, the doll and the soft toys. We would pick up a stick while walking and we would play with that. We made stories related to them, put the action figure into the bathtub, and it would start swimming, covering the whole length, ready to fight the enemy on the other side. Our batmans used to travel from one building to another on a manja(dats what I call doing it the Badri way!!!) Our car could speed down the walls, fly in the air. These stories didn't have a name. They couldn't be classified as games.

What made us do that? Why the hell did we play with such things?

Yes, there is a simple answer. We were kids. We weren't old enough to know that it made no sense.

Or are we assuming so?
When school started, we were taught things. Science and Maths and language. School was the way to make us learn and grow - Be someone.
We started to study. Spent a lot of years studying after that.
Then we came to college. College was fun. We would hardly even study.
But by the time we stepped in college, we had stopped learning. For our tenth standard, there was hardly anything new to learn for us. We refreshed our knowledge, applied it to our old concepts and scored very good marks.

Now we turn back to the questions at the top. At that time, we knew absolutely nothing. About animals, things, dreams, enemies, people- nothing. And we wanted to know. We were curious, about everything. 'How was I born?' to 'Where did grandpa go? Why doesn't he ever visit?'.

Now, in present, that we know the facts, we link them to things, and things to things, and so on.
We play games now. Using a set of rules, with the goal to win. All games fall under this same category. We don't play to lose. Doesn't make sense.

Completely agree that we need to come of age. Need to take things in life as and when they come but...What if we started playing a no-game, again?
We could create a new world for ourselves. At the same time, we could apply our learnt facts to this new world, whenever we wanted. Doing this, we could just learn something new. Something that never struck. Same as we did when we were kids.

What do we have to do?
As the caption for Nirmaan 08 went ’Unleash the child within' And don't let the child grow ever. Start with half your age, and work your way down to the toddler you were.

Play with Lego. You could learn design.
Fight with the shower-water like Ishaan does in Taare Zameen Par. You could learn anger management.
Scribble on the paper like a toddler learns to hold a pencil. You could master the art of Calligraphy.

A New Beginning

Hey people welcome to my new blog. ..NEW!!!!! New template , new name , new URL but the same old me...I get this feeling of have been there done that as i write this post. Creating a new profile, filling in details, selecting templates is actually pretty boring...especially for people lyk me how aren't so good at writing about themselves. Not new to the art of writing nor for that matter blogging. I have had a pretty good blog( it feels so nice to say that!) which as a matter of fact is a thing of the past. Thanks to some stupid , good-for-nothing assole who got it deleted... People don't understand what it feels when your blog that you care so much about, something that you've done so passionately just vanishes.

So there comes my new blog with a new title "A New Beginning"...See,I have shown the true mumbaikar spirit of just moving on. But then as my friend Gaurav had told me one should not take things lying down but do fight back...

This to all those fucking bastards, scumbags the so called spammers who hav job in life but to harass people.

You may have suceeded in watever shit u'll wanted to achieve but all i can tell you is...

TAKE THIS
I AM BACK