written on Dec 5,'08
My connection with Bombay (I still feel this sounds better than Mumbai) has been quite strange. I attended a play school here when I was 2.Bombay to me was much of a summer affair. Every time during summer vacations I and my brother would accompany mother to nani's house. I still remember my fights with my cousin over over marbles and cricket. I was fascinated by double-decker buses and thoroughly enjoyed camel rides, pav bhaji and Kalla khatta at the Juhu-beach (I somehow disliked Chowpati). This was the time when Mc.Ds and malls had not reached Bombay.
As I grew, my attraction towards this maximum city started fading. Mumbai (as it was now called ) had no time for me. My cousins were busy with their tuitions, art classes, skating and what not. There were no camels at the Juhu Beach now (thanks to Menaka Gandhi). Even the kala Khatta didn't taste the same. I remember traveling in local trains sitting next to my mother and looking out of the window, reading bill boards and seeing the slum areas and the tall buildings with a certain awe. But things had changed, getting a foot hold in local train was now more of a battle with commuters trying their best to make sure that I missed the train. I was more happy spending my summer vacations playing cricket in Bhopal rather than doing nothing in the overcrowded Mumbai.
26/11 has changed many things along with my perception towards this city. I have not seen the Gateway of India (and now I wonder why my uncle never took me there).I do want to visit this city again but not like I had done in the past, paying visits to relatives' houses. I would like to visit Bombay as a tourist. I would like to sit in cafe Leopald and spend hours at the Gateway of India. I would again like to make my way through the crowded Kandivali station, take a local to ChurniRoad and walk to the Marine Drive to enjoy the sunset. I would again like to go to the Haji Ali and to the Siddhivinayak temple. I would again like to travel by a double- decker and eat dosas at the Anand Bhavan, Matunga. I would like to book a taxi from CST station and get a feel of traveling by a limousine. This for me will be the best way to contribute to an answer that all of us together have to give to the fanatics who were responsible for 26/11.
Let us not confine ourselves to our homes. Let us not be afraid by bomb threats. Let us promise ourselves that we will not break the traffic rules, that we will cooperate with the security agencies, that we will buy platform tickets ever time we go to a railway station, that we will not forward any smses or emails that are meant to create rumours and above all we will not make an opinion about a person based on his or her name or by the version of God he or she believes in.
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Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Wanna Play ?
This probably is the toughest playground....you win here and you can conquer the world.
Let us not go into the intricacies(it is prohibited). Let's talk business. Here are the rules of the game*:-
1. You will be held responsible for anything that goes wrong and if anything constructive happens..then it is expected.
2. You cannot cheat. It's unethical but if someone else does you are suppose (read forced) to ignore it.
3. Players can join/quit the game at their will (which is subject to prior permissions from the organizers and is conspicuously denied in your case.)
4. You can speak but only the written text. Any diversion from this will be penalized severely.
5. You are not aware of the team for which you are playing for. Your role/team can change depending upon the circumstances and prophecy of the consequences.
6. It is mandatory for you to be a good sport because you are not entitled to win.
7. You always have to be on backfoot. You cannot play aggressively.
8. You can think.
9. You can act but not according to what you think.
10. You can appeal.
11. Your appeal should not be heard.
12. You can read.
13. You have to ignore contentious writings on the wall.
14. You have to play safe even if it means risking yourself.
*Above rules are subject to change without prior notification.
This probably is the toughest playground....you win here and you can conquer the world...but then you have to 'win' here...Wanna play?
Cheers!
********
(You cannot name anyone except yourself)
Let us not go into the intricacies(it is prohibited). Let's talk business. Here are the rules of the game*:-
1. You will be held responsible for anything that goes wrong and if anything constructive happens..then it is expected.
2. You cannot cheat. It's unethical but if someone else does you are suppose (read forced) to ignore it.
3. Players can join/quit the game at their will (which is subject to prior permissions from the organizers and is conspicuously denied in your case.)
4. You can speak but only the written text. Any diversion from this will be penalized severely.
5. You are not aware of the team for which you are playing for. Your role/team can change depending upon the circumstances and prophecy of the consequences.
6. It is mandatory for you to be a good sport because you are not entitled to win.
7. You always have to be on backfoot. You cannot play aggressively.
8. You can think.
9. You can act but not according to what you think.
10. You can appeal.
11. Your appeal should not be heard.
12. You can read.
13. You have to ignore contentious writings on the wall.
14. You have to play safe even if it means risking yourself.
*Above rules are subject to change without prior notification.
This probably is the toughest playground....you win here and you can conquer the world...but then you have to 'win' here...Wanna play?
Cheers!
********
(You cannot name anyone except yourself)
Friday, December 7, 2007
Chalti Ka Naam Gaadi
Far from the congested alleys and cacophonous markets when you step on highways there is a completely different world waiting for you. But it is amazing to notice that each highway offers more or less the same panorama .Same petrol pumps, identical road strips , sign boards just differ in contents otherwise the style is the same and the most important aspect of this different world it's citizen the Truck waalas (we all who travel once in a while are just like tourists).
Myriads of times we see trucks passing by and think it was just facsimile of one that passed previously. It hard to differentiate between the trucks. Most of them are painted red, have this antenna kinda thing attached to the bonnet usually wrapped with red cloth which has some religious significance, and then they have this silver number plate with vehicle no. written in black (this is on the front side at the back it is yellow) , if you have ever been into driver's cabin you would have notice numerous small idols and lots of stickers on top of the glass, even the way they are sticked does not vary too much usually in contiguous fashion and one with greater importance placed separately to specify its significance. You will never find a water bottle instead will see a big water container for the purpose. Not going into the tools and all. Sideways, they are painted in three colours white at the top, red in between and then orange or green at last. But the best thing about them is the quotes that are written at back of the truck on wooden plank that is tied to chains.
Whenever a truck passes by I try my best to look for the caption at the back of this monster vehicle. While most of the time you will find them same sometimes you will get reward for your search. The most commonly used tags are:-
"Buri nazar waale tera mooh kaala"
"Maa ki dua"
"Fir milenge"
The one that I liked the most and have found it just on one truck goes like this
"Buri Nazar waale tere bhi bacche jiye
Bade ho kar desi sharab piye"
I later came to know that truck owner had a small liquor shop so that's great way to create customers. You bless your foes and get their kids as customers.
We have frequent encounters with truck waalas in Bollywood movies and they always depict them as jolly characters invariably having a great vocal chord. Well, I haven't met a single truck driver who sings while driving. At times they are as jolly as Parikshit Sahani in Kaala Pathar (one of my favourite movies) but they are never as cool as Shahrukh Khan of Chalte-Chalte. One movie that showed a different but close to real side of truck drivers was Dushman Chacha starring Rajesh Khanna. Then we have movies such as Gadar and Mama Bhanja (starring Randhir Kapoor) where truck drivers are heroes of the community.
These men live in two different worlds one with loads of disturbance and is moving aimlessly and one which they drive on their on own. Always wanting to beat the scorching heat, chilly winds, turbulent rains, intruding check posts, fellow trucks and most important of them all the deadlines. Reaching destinations just to plan for another voyage, meeting close ones just to tell them about yet another parting and igniting the engine just to shut it off on reaching the destination this is all they do and in the process they gather knowledge that none of us can ever achieve about the "Real World".
Myriads of times we see trucks passing by and think it was just facsimile of one that passed previously. It hard to differentiate between the trucks. Most of them are painted red, have this antenna kinda thing attached to the bonnet usually wrapped with red cloth which has some religious significance, and then they have this silver number plate with vehicle no. written in black (this is on the front side at the back it is yellow) , if you have ever been into driver's cabin you would have notice numerous small idols and lots of stickers on top of the glass, even the way they are sticked does not vary too much usually in contiguous fashion and one with greater importance placed separately to specify its significance. You will never find a water bottle instead will see a big water container for the purpose. Not going into the tools and all. Sideways, they are painted in three colours white at the top, red in between and then orange or green at last. But the best thing about them is the quotes that are written at back of the truck on wooden plank that is tied to chains.
Whenever a truck passes by I try my best to look for the caption at the back of this monster vehicle. While most of the time you will find them same sometimes you will get reward for your search. The most commonly used tags are:-
"Buri nazar waale tera mooh kaala"
"Maa ki dua"
"Fir milenge"
The one that I liked the most and have found it just on one truck goes like this
"Buri Nazar waale tere bhi bacche jiye
Bade ho kar desi sharab piye"
I later came to know that truck owner had a small liquor shop so that's great way to create customers. You bless your foes and get their kids as customers.
We have frequent encounters with truck waalas in Bollywood movies and they always depict them as jolly characters invariably having a great vocal chord. Well, I haven't met a single truck driver who sings while driving. At times they are as jolly as Parikshit Sahani in Kaala Pathar (one of my favourite movies) but they are never as cool as Shahrukh Khan of Chalte-Chalte. One movie that showed a different but close to real side of truck drivers was Dushman Chacha starring Rajesh Khanna. Then we have movies such as Gadar and Mama Bhanja (starring Randhir Kapoor) where truck drivers are heroes of the community.
These men live in two different worlds one with loads of disturbance and is moving aimlessly and one which they drive on their on own. Always wanting to beat the scorching heat, chilly winds, turbulent rains, intruding check posts, fellow trucks and most important of them all the deadlines. Reaching destinations just to plan for another voyage, meeting close ones just to tell them about yet another parting and igniting the engine just to shut it off on reaching the destination this is all they do and in the process they gather knowledge that none of us can ever achieve about the "Real World".
Friday, November 30, 2007
Mr. Feynman U must have been joking
At times you get inspired by what you see, hear or read. You try to imitate things that leave mark on your thoughts. At times you get things right while sometimes you land up in complete mess.During Diwali vacations I was reading this wonderful book about physicists Richard Feynman. I was truly amazed by the way he thought. Observing each and every thing with immense scrutiny, trying new things and applying commonsense to solve even the most difficult of problems. A true genius he was.
Now, two days before Diwali I was suppose to fix up a series of holders as few of the holders weren't proper. All I had to do was to call an electrician and give him the series and then collect it from him in couple hours of time. Simple enough, right. But then came Mr. Feynman. I thought why not try it myself after all I supposedly will be an engineer some time from now. What I didn't realize that it was not ICT engineer's domain that I was stepping in (quite true, till now I haven't done anything that an ICT engineer would do or I still don't know what they are suppose to do or are they suppose to do anything?). So, here I was with series of holders and dozens of bulbs checking each of them .Everything was fine till I tested 3 of them but then it was boom bam bam bam boooo...(a bulb broke).......aaaaaaa (cousin shouted) and (dhamdham dham dham dham...)I zipped to turn off the main switch downstairs and when I rushed back into the room it was smoke all over the place. In short I turned a series of holders which was not properly working to not completely working. So, my curiosity landed me in complete mess. I was exaggeratedly counseled for next next half an hour and then to cool my counselors down I told them that it was nothing but a few crackers before Diwali :P.Next day dad called up the electrician and then we had a brand new series for Diwali this time. It looked great on Diwali night :).
Now, two days before Diwali I was suppose to fix up a series of holders as few of the holders weren't proper. All I had to do was to call an electrician and give him the series and then collect it from him in couple hours of time. Simple enough, right. But then came Mr. Feynman. I thought why not try it myself after all I supposedly will be an engineer some time from now. What I didn't realize that it was not ICT engineer's domain that I was stepping in (quite true, till now I haven't done anything that an ICT engineer would do or I still don't know what they are suppose to do or are they suppose to do anything?). So, here I was with series of holders and dozens of bulbs checking each of them .Everything was fine till I tested 3 of them but then it was boom bam bam bam boooo...(a bulb broke).......aaaaaaa (cousin shouted) and (dhamdham dham dham dham...)I zipped to turn off the main switch downstairs and when I rushed back into the room it was smoke all over the place. In short I turned a series of holders which was not properly working to not completely working. So, my curiosity landed me in complete mess. I was exaggeratedly counseled for next next half an hour and then to cool my counselors down I told them that it was nothing but a few crackers before Diwali :P.Next day dad called up the electrician and then we had a brand new series for Diwali this time. It looked great on Diwali night :).
Friday, September 14, 2007
These days...
I know what are the paths to walk on but then they are too many . They seem to run in parallel yet giving me illusions that somewhere ,sometime ,somehow they will reach the same destination .
I decide to chose one of them only to find others more alluring .Then sometimes I change course ,sometimes I move on ,sometimes I remain stagnant .
I have seen dead ends and decided to stop until I saw jets flying over me .I was stuck in middle of the road until I was able to apprehend the signboard .I decided to halt until I found that I was just a few miles short ...
Friday, September 7, 2007
3 Bs
*ring
B1 - The Ingenious Stooge
B2 - The Manager
B3 - The Public Relation officer
B4 - Bugger One
B5 - Big Bugger One
J1 - Rakshash (Ghost)
J2 - Devi...naam hi kaafi hai
Written & Directed by - Sivaji
After analyzing networks across the world and untangling themselves with subtle threads the three B's (1,2 and 3) decided to focus on task that Sivaji ordered .Though the mission was nontrivial but this probably was a great opportunity for Company B to settle their scores against their arch rivals 'Devi & Associates' .The task could have been over well before it started with a click if any of them had a gf (all three of them are 'forced' members of All India Lukka Society).
Daunted by past defeats they were desperate to turn tables this time .B1 who wanted this mission to be appearing cumbersome at least took latter Bs(2 & 3) and exposed them to grueling realities and made them work just like RajBabbar did in his movies(finishing his homework under streetlights).
Stakes were high this time and so were the hurdles .Not only they had to beat the Js but also take care of the two Bs.So, 3 of them started their work sometime around 1 o'clock and were doing it well until they found whole ambience glistening .They were quick to guess that FC had been transformed to a sanctum by aura of "devi" .Just to feign the world that she was indeed one of the mortal souls she came along with a devil .
15 minutes passed listening to the pious preachings but soon devi disappeared in style similar to that of Frodo Baggins and so did the devil.Every thing was going well but distances are seldom covered without hitches and B2 was quick to spot the first one .B4 chitchatting with Manu bhaiya .If B4 had spotted the other Bs the consequences could have been catastrophic .The working rate would have dwindled the same way that sensex did in early 90's .But God helps those who hide themselves .3Bs decide to halt the process till their subject kin departed from the battle field .
Now it was just a matter of coup de grâce before three dwellers could have attained tranquility but then movie without a twist is seldom remembered and the twist was waving at them from distance of 50 mts .The smiles were replaced by melancholy faces in span of few seconds. But B3 was up to his
task just as an agile cat is while preying for rats .Just as a good PRO he didn't allowed B5 to make any relation with the project and literally took him for a walk .
Just as candle flames flitters just before dying off B5 was back again but not for long .It took just one sentence from otherwise quite B1 to make them see his back .The next few minutes saw them talking in numbers and they finally completed the mission .Neither any of them threw their arms in air nor they took off their T-shirts
like Dada but satisfaction on their face and sleep in their eyes was clearly visible .But like fairly tales they didn't lived happily every after .Actually it was just the beginning of worse time to come as they all were being forked for continuous 3 days ...
Ps:-
1. The Devi design failed miserably .The group members were boasting heavily about the work done by Gudadi ka lal Truck driver from past few days before they were shown the ground realities by Sivaji's Assistant .
2. The members of B and J companies nearly went into coma after seeing design by another South Indian company .
3.Now for all those who have taken pain to read the passage here is the time to gain. Identify all the characters and win a free trip to Sivaji's office .Please post your queries about the competition as comments .
B1 - The Ingenious Stooge
B2 - The Manager
B3 - The Public Relation officer
B4 - Bugger One
B5 - Big Bugger One
J1 - Rakshash (Ghost)
J2 - Devi...naam hi kaafi hai
Written & Directed by - Sivaji
After analyzing networks across the world and untangling themselves with subtle threads the three B's (1,2 and 3) decided to focus on task that Sivaji ordered .Though the mission was nontrivial but this probably was a great opportunity for Company B to settle their scores against their arch rivals 'Devi & Associates' .The task could have been over well before it started with a click if any of them had a gf (all three of them are 'forced' members of All India Lukka Society).
Daunted by past defeats they were desperate to turn tables this time .B1 who wanted this mission to be appearing cumbersome at least took latter Bs(2 & 3) and exposed them to grueling realities and made them work just like RajBabbar did in his movies(finishing his homework under streetlights).
Stakes were high this time and so were the hurdles .Not only they had to beat the Js but also take care of the two Bs.So, 3 of them started their work sometime around 1 o'clock and were doing it well until they found whole ambience glistening .They were quick to guess that FC had been transformed to a sanctum by aura of "devi" .Just to feign the world that she was indeed one of the mortal souls she came along with a devil .
15 minutes passed listening to the pious preachings but soon devi disappeared in style similar to that of Frodo Baggins and so did the devil.Every thing was going well but distances are seldom covered without hitches and B2 was quick to spot the first one .B4 chitchatting with Manu bhaiya .If B4 had spotted the other Bs the consequences could have been catastrophic .The working rate would have dwindled the same way that sensex did in early 90's .But God helps those who hide themselves .3Bs decide to halt the process till their subject kin departed from the battle field .
Now it was just a matter of coup de grâce before three dwellers could have attained tranquility but then movie without a twist is seldom remembered and the twist was waving at them from distance of 50 mts .The smiles were replaced by melancholy faces in span of few seconds. But B3 was up to his
task just as an agile cat is while preying for rats .Just as a good PRO he didn't allowed B5 to make any relation with the project and literally took him for a walk .
Just as candle flames flitters just before dying off B5 was back again but not for long .It took just one sentence from otherwise quite B1 to make them see his back .The next few minutes saw them talking in numbers and they finally completed the mission .Neither any of them threw their arms in air nor they took off their T-shirts
like Dada but satisfaction on their face and sleep in their eyes was clearly visible .But like fairly tales they didn't lived happily every after .Actually it was just the beginning of worse time to come as they all were being forked for continuous 3 days ...
Ps:-
1. The Devi design failed miserably .The group members were boasting heavily about the work done by Gudadi ka lal Truck driver from past few days before they were shown the ground realities by Sivaji's Assistant .
2. The members of B and J companies nearly went into coma after seeing design by another South Indian company .
3.Now for all those who have taken pain to read the passage here is the time to gain. Identify all the characters and win a free trip to Sivaji's office .Please post your queries about the competition as comments .
Friday, August 24, 2007
Choice
Choices .As you grow each year,each day,each moment you think, you decide and you chose .You chose from what is with you ,you chose what you want to be with you and you chose what you don't want to be with you .You chose for yourself ,your friends and for your foes .
Choices are based on interests, disinterests ,neutralities ,experiences or just propositions by your fellows .Choices may be fascinating ,envious or dopey .Your choices can infatuate you ,they can soar you ,they can make others adore you or detest you ,they can instigate you or they can slump you .
Your hunt to chose begin as soon you wish yourself good morning (evening /afternoon/ night depending which upon class nocturnal or diurnal you belong). For few of us here in campus the first choiceof the day is the most difficult .We have to chose between the blissful pillow and the bugging alarm .Choice you might have guessed sets itinerary for rest of the day(night if former is the choice) .Other major choice that leaves me stranded is my meal .One thing that I hate is to stand before the brajwasi counter and think of my repast (actually looking closely I realise that I don't have any choices here .All the 'sabzis' taste the same).Coming back to haven (read room) you chose between the shelves infested with books and the second idiot box .These choices seem trivial but real test comes when you don't want to chose between the available choices .
A hell lot of things are expected from you .You are not recognized as an individual but your choices becomes your identity .They say that one choice can make or break your life .I don't know much about making the life part but I do believe that none of your choices can be worse enough to make you an all time loser .If you think that at some point of time in your life you took a step on path which at present seems to be heading towards dead end then there might be a way to go back and if not then keep moving till you find a turning that will usher you away from the dead end .Having born we have all the right to make choices whether right or wrong no one on this planet can tell at the time we actually have to make it .
Time of your life -Green day
Choices are based on interests, disinterests ,neutralities ,experiences or just propositions by your fellows .Choices may be fascinating ,envious or dopey .Your choices can infatuate you ,they can soar you ,they can make others adore you or detest you ,they can instigate you or they can slump you .
Your hunt to chose begin as soon you wish yourself good morning (evening /afternoon/ night depending which upon class nocturnal or diurnal you belong). For few of us here in campus the first choiceof the day is the most difficult .We have to chose between the blissful pillow and the bugging alarm .Choice you might have guessed sets itinerary for rest of the day(night if former is the choice) .Other major choice that leaves me stranded is my meal .One thing that I hate is to stand before the brajwasi counter and think of my repast (actually looking closely I realise that I don't have any choices here .All the 'sabzis' taste the same).Coming back to haven (read room) you chose between the shelves infested with books and the second idiot box .These choices seem trivial but real test comes when you don't want to chose between the available choices .
A hell lot of things are expected from you .You are not recognized as an individual but your choices becomes your identity .They say that one choice can make or break your life .I don't know much about making the life part but I do believe that none of your choices can be worse enough to make you an all time loser .If you think that at some point of time in your life you took a step on path which at present seems to be heading towards dead end then there might be a way to go back and if not then keep moving till you find a turning that will usher you away from the dead end .Having born we have all the right to make choices whether right or wrong no one on this planet can tell at the time we actually have to make it .
Another turning point;
a fork stuck in the road.
Time grabs you by the wrist;
directs you where to go.
So make the best of this test
and don't ask why.
It's not a question
but a lesson learned in time.
It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
Time of your life -Green day
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Bavra mann.....
Few minutes back I got a message from Appy telling me to listen to the song 'Bavra mann..' from Hazaaron Khwaishein Aise .From the moment my player started ticking I fell in love with dis master piece .Not in mood to write much today I sign out with lyrics of the song I feel will rule my playlist for time to come .
Bavra Mann Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna
Bavra Mann Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna
Bavre Se Mann Ki Dekho Bavri Hain Baatein
Bavre Se Mann Ki Dekho Bavri Hain Baatein
Bavri Se Dhadkaane Hain, Bavri Hain Saansen
Bavri Si Karwaton Se, Nindiya Door Bhaage
Bavre Se Nain Chaahe, Bavre Jharokhon Se, Bavre Nazaron Ko Takna
Bavra Mann Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna
Bavre Se Is Jahan Main Bavra Ek Saath Ho
Is Sayani Bheed Main Bas Haathon Mein Tera Haath Ho
Bavri Si Dhun Ho Koi, Bavra Ek Raag Ho
O Bavri Si Dhun Ho Koi, Bavra Ek Raag Ho
Bavre Se Pair Chahen, Baavron Tarano Ke, Bavre Se Bol Pe Thirakna
Bavra Mann, Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna
Bavra Sa Ho Andhera, Bavri Khamoshiyan
Bavra Sa Ho Andhera, Bavri Khamoshiyan
Thartharati Lou Ho Maddham, Bavri Madhoshiyan
Bavra Ek Ghooghta Chahe, Haule Haule Bin Bataye
Bavra Ek Ghooghta Chahe, Haule Haule Bin Bataye, Bavre Se Mukhde Se Sarakana
Bavra Mann, Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna
Bavra Mann, Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna
Bavra Mann, Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna
Bavra Mann, Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna
Thanks appy :)
and ya ,Happy Independence day
Bavra Mann Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna
Bavra Mann Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna
Bavre Se Mann Ki Dekho Bavri Hain Baatein
Bavre Se Mann Ki Dekho Bavri Hain Baatein
Bavri Se Dhadkaane Hain, Bavri Hain Saansen
Bavri Si Karwaton Se, Nindiya Door Bhaage
Bavre Se Nain Chaahe, Bavre Jharokhon Se, Bavre Nazaron Ko Takna
Bavra Mann Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna
Bavre Se Is Jahan Main Bavra Ek Saath Ho
Is Sayani Bheed Main Bas Haathon Mein Tera Haath Ho
Bavri Si Dhun Ho Koi, Bavra Ek Raag Ho
O Bavri Si Dhun Ho Koi, Bavra Ek Raag Ho
Bavre Se Pair Chahen, Baavron Tarano Ke, Bavre Se Bol Pe Thirakna
Bavra Mann, Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna
Bavra Sa Ho Andhera, Bavri Khamoshiyan
Bavra Sa Ho Andhera, Bavri Khamoshiyan
Thartharati Lou Ho Maddham, Bavri Madhoshiyan
Bavra Ek Ghooghta Chahe, Haule Haule Bin Bataye
Bavra Ek Ghooghta Chahe, Haule Haule Bin Bataye, Bavre Se Mukhde Se Sarakana
Bavra Mann, Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna
Bavra Mann, Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna
Bavra Mann, Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna
Bavra Mann, Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna
Thanks appy :)
and ya ,Happy Independence day
Monday, August 6, 2007
Monday, July 30, 2007
Typical Bhopali
After abeyance I am back to the blogging world with different background colour and a header pic.To be frank I was relaxing all this time at home and was too busy to write something but definitely was not short of thoughts any time.
Sem 5 has already started and in midst of deciding electives I thought of keying the masses I have seen evolving in front of my eyes .The word 'Bhopali' literary means someone coming from Bhopal but if you ask a person who has grown old playing and listening to verses of Urdu in congested corridors of this ancient city, he will tell you that this word carries much deeper meaning. Owing to all technological bugging the number of people for whom the tag 'Bhopali' suits best are dwindling at an alarming rate .
Masses which were once renowned for their austere ethics and conduct are slowing creating a new place for themselves which neither is fully drooled by the west nor is it ready to accept things which are quondam .
A typical Shaver residing in Bhopal would have his own bike or jeep which is modified ostentatiously and would shed loads of bucks to maintain it but surprisingly he would
never spend more than Rs.20 (well this figure may vary but not too great extent) to refill his fuel tank .A typical Bhopali is die hard Salman Khan fan and would take even extralegal means to watch his movies on first day of release as if it is a matter of pride .He would spend his evenings hovering around beautiful lakes or sweating in gyms .He follows cricket with scrutiny and would cheer for Pakistani team expect for their matches against India .
Apart from all this notoriety he acquires great knowledge of Urdu (something I regret not to have), great taste for music, is obstinate about religious beliefs and is connoisseur of tea and non veg food .Like a stooge he would never deny an offered cup of tea even if it was preceded by myriads of cups .I am completely unaware of
sources from which Vidhu Vinod Chopra borrowed the word 'Mamu' but I have been listening to this word since my stay in Bhopal and it doesn't refer to a clod as depicted in movie .In fact it is one of the inevitable tags you hear from a Bhopali when he is talking to his colleague or his junior .It is great to talk and explore a Bhopali and you would find him raving about almost anything and everything and will definitely be mesmerized with his accent (The one Jagdeep (Surma Bhoapli)used in Sholay).
Ps:- Those who know me will agree that I am not a typical Bhopali as I do not own a bike nor do I like Salman Khan and on top of it I hate watching cricket nowadays but I love this city and am proud to have friends which are Bhopali in true sense.
Sem 5 has already started and in midst of deciding electives I thought of keying the masses I have seen evolving in front of my eyes .The word 'Bhopali' literary means someone coming from Bhopal but if you ask a person who has grown old playing and listening to verses of Urdu in congested corridors of this ancient city, he will tell you that this word carries much deeper meaning. Owing to all technological bugging the number of people for whom the tag 'Bhopali' suits best are dwindling at an alarming rate .
Masses which were once renowned for their austere ethics and conduct are slowing creating a new place for themselves which neither is fully drooled by the west nor is it ready to accept things which are quondam .
A typical Shaver residing in Bhopal would have his own bike or jeep which is modified ostentatiously and would shed loads of bucks to maintain it but surprisingly he would
never spend more than Rs.20 (well this figure may vary but not too great extent) to refill his fuel tank .A typical Bhopali is die hard Salman Khan fan and would take even extralegal means to watch his movies on first day of release as if it is a matter of pride .He would spend his evenings hovering around beautiful lakes or sweating in gyms .He follows cricket with scrutiny and would cheer for Pakistani team expect for their matches against India .
Apart from all this notoriety he acquires great knowledge of Urdu (something I regret not to have), great taste for music, is obstinate about religious beliefs and is connoisseur of tea and non veg food .Like a stooge he would never deny an offered cup of tea even if it was preceded by myriads of cups .I am completely unaware of
sources from which Vidhu Vinod Chopra borrowed the word 'Mamu' but I have been listening to this word since my stay in Bhopal and it doesn't refer to a clod as depicted in movie .In fact it is one of the inevitable tags you hear from a Bhopali when he is talking to his colleague or his junior .It is great to talk and explore a Bhopali and you would find him raving about almost anything and everything and will definitely be mesmerized with his accent (The one Jagdeep (Surma Bhoapli)used in Sholay).
Ps:- Those who know me will agree that I am not a typical Bhopali as I do not own a bike nor do I like Salman Khan and on top of it I hate watching cricket nowadays but I love this city and am proud to have friends which are Bhopali in true sense.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Gods do love Federer
Stakes were high this time . Being thrashed by Spanish Bullin Paris Federer had to bounce back to settle scores at Wimbledon .The finalists were more or less decided
even before the tournament started but may be there was slightest of doubts whether Nadal would make it to the centre court as wise men still consider him as clay court wonder but then having edge over Fed-Ex (7-6) in head to head combats is definitely not a fluke and I was certain that he would make it to the finals .Well there is no doubt that Federer is one of the most successful player ever to step on court and his sheer presence can benumb his counterparts specially on grass where he can play his shots at will .But fight put up by Nadal deserves accolades and for the first time in six years we saw Wimbledon final being stretched to 5 sets .It’s irony on part of sportsmen that despite of being talented they do not get praises they deserve not because they are not good enough but just because there is someone who is better than they are .
Umpteen spinners have constantly been knocking doors of Indian cricket team since past 18 years but all their efforts to fetch that coveted blue jersey have failed just because they were born in era when Anil Kumble is providing his services to Indian Cricket team. Achievements of Jimmy Connors were always overshadowed by Borg’s talent .The great Rivalado was considered only the second best after Ronaldo. My apologies from deflecting away from the topic but the point is who’s better of the two one who is blessed with talent or one who works hard to be a prodigy? Nadal puts in lots of efforts to achieve his points and this is visible from all the running he does and ooo’s and aaaah’s he extrudes while playing his shots .On the other hand Federer has his own class and it’s sheer pleasure to watch how he maneuvers his opponents moves as if it was all pre-decided. Twice in final set Federer was behind with score board projecting 15-40 and in front of him was a man who didn’t miss a break point just month ago and still at the end of the day Swiss boy was able to hold most prestigious trophy in Tennis arena. It requires more than talent to reach altitudes that this man has reached . Nadal might be a great player but he is definitely not the greatest whereas Federer is blessed and therefore churches near Wimbledon say –“Gods love Federer”.
even before the tournament started but may be there was slightest of doubts whether Nadal would make it to the centre court as wise men still consider him as clay court wonder but then having edge over Fed-Ex (7-6) in head to head combats is definitely not a fluke and I was certain that he would make it to the finals .Well there is no doubt that Federer is one of the most successful player ever to step on court and his sheer presence can benumb his counterparts specially on grass where he can play his shots at will .But fight put up by Nadal deserves accolades and for the first time in six years we saw Wimbledon final being stretched to 5 sets .It’s irony on part of sportsmen that despite of being talented they do not get praises they deserve not because they are not good enough but just because there is someone who is better than they are .
Umpteen spinners have constantly been knocking doors of Indian cricket team since past 18 years but all their efforts to fetch that coveted blue jersey have failed just because they were born in era when Anil Kumble is providing his services to Indian Cricket team. Achievements of Jimmy Connors were always overshadowed by Borg’s talent .The great Rivalado was considered only the second best after Ronaldo. My apologies from deflecting away from the topic but the point is who’s better of the two one who is blessed with talent or one who works hard to be a prodigy? Nadal puts in lots of efforts to achieve his points and this is visible from all the running he does and ooo’s and aaaah’s he extrudes while playing his shots .On the other hand Federer has his own class and it’s sheer pleasure to watch how he maneuvers his opponents moves as if it was all pre-decided. Twice in final set Federer was behind with score board projecting 15-40 and in front of him was a man who didn’t miss a break point just month ago and still at the end of the day Swiss boy was able to hold most prestigious trophy in Tennis arena. It requires more than talent to reach altitudes that this man has reached . Nadal might be a great player but he is definitely not the greatest whereas Federer is blessed and therefore churches near Wimbledon say –“Gods love Federer”.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Paraphernalia ~ Potli baba ki
"Igatpuri - A perfect place to be on your honeynoon" as eulogized by one my colleagues (he is from Orissa) and rightly so as you cannot except anyone to bug you here .A beauteous place surrounded by hills and lakes can appear to be a paradise during first few days of your stay but as time passes you land on pragmatic grounds and realize that this stupendous doze of natural beauty is hard to digest and you are desperate to make your way back to mortal lands .
An excerpt from E-wing DA-IICT community written by Maddy aka Abhinav Shrivastav with few modifications by me ...
Bhai logo.... E-wing mein aapka swagat hai....
yeh woh wing hai jiski charcha Korea se lekar berlin tak ki jaati hai....
is wing ke bade bade bakar yodhdhaon ne saare jagat mein da-iict ka naam roshan karne ka beda uthaya hua hai....
yeh woh wing hai jisme desi jaise aur PK mahan bakarbaaz aur rajeev ranjan jaise casanova ka niwaas tha/hai....
yeh woh wing hai jisme chappy jindal jaise soor vir aur babu jaise mahan neta rahete hai .Saath hi saath is wing ne is prathvi k bahar k praniyo ko bhi aasra diya hai(ajeet)
bhaiyon, is samay is baare mein poori tarah se comprehensive hona to thoda mushkil hai par yeh samajh liyije ki is wing ka ek-ek niwaasi ek tarasha hua heera hai....
is wing ke itehaas ka to kya kehna.... DA-IICTY2K1 ke mahantam chhatr isi wing mein pale badhe huen hain.... aur technically speaking yeh ek samay par ek co-ed wing bhi reh chuka hai jahan ek hi chhat ke niche purushon aur mahilaon dono ka niwaas tha....
to bhaiyon garv se kahen.... hum E-wing waasi hain!!
[The following is written in HUMOUR and should be taken as that]
Completely smitten by the above article I decided to dedicate few songs to past and present members of this great dynasty .
4 Maddy (Abhinav Srivastav) - "mehengi bahut hai sharab k thodi-2 piya karo,piyo lekin rakho hisaab k thodi-2 piya karo.."
4 Desi (Abhishek Deshpande) - "Aate jaate hue mein sab pe nazar rakta hoon naam desi hai mera kya sabki khabar rakhta hoon ."
4 Sharma bhaiya - "yaaro sun lo jaara apna yeh kehena jeena ho toh apun k jaise hi jeena ..."
4 PK bhaiya - "yahan k hum sikandar chahey toh rakh le sabko apni jeb k andar arrey humse panga mat lena meri jaan ."
4 IshBish - "I m the ishky i the bisky rock star superstar"
4 Mundra - "Mast baharo ka mein aashiq mein jo chahe yaar karu.....saara jahan hai mere liye haan mere liye ."
4 Ajeet - "jab tak suraj chand rahega Nadal tera naam rahega " arrey yeh gana hai i saphat himesh bhai k agle album mein aane wala hai
4 Shekhar - "Humka aisa waisa na samjho hum bade kaam ki chiz haan-2 baade kam ki chiz"
4 anurag (my roomie) - "nanha munna rahi hoon desh ka sipahi hoon bolo mere sang jai hind jai hind...jai hind... jai hind jai hind...jai hind"
and last but not the least for chappy jindal -"dham dham dham dham dham dham dhadiya re sabse badi ladiyaa re omkara hai omkara..."
well I think it's enough for now .I m leaving for home tomorrow after completing my internship .So, this post v'll probably rememebered as my last post from 10.5.4.82 (IP assigned to my pc) unless I have to share something really interesting and that too in next 36 hrs .
Goodbye! for now and if any of you want to dedicate a song for me well I am not going to charge a penny just drop it in as comments .
An excerpt from E-wing DA-IICT community written by Maddy aka Abhinav Shrivastav with few modifications by me ...
Bhai logo.... E-wing mein aapka swagat hai....
yeh woh wing hai jiski charcha Korea se lekar berlin tak ki jaati hai....
is wing ke bade bade bakar yodhdhaon ne saare jagat mein da-iict ka naam roshan karne ka beda uthaya hua hai....
yeh woh wing hai jisme desi jaise aur PK mahan bakarbaaz aur rajeev ranjan jaise casanova ka niwaas tha/hai....
yeh woh wing hai jisme chappy jindal jaise soor vir aur babu jaise mahan neta rahete hai .Saath hi saath is wing ne is prathvi k bahar k praniyo ko bhi aasra diya hai(ajeet)
bhaiyon, is samay is baare mein poori tarah se comprehensive hona to thoda mushkil hai par yeh samajh liyije ki is wing ka ek-ek niwaasi ek tarasha hua heera hai....
is wing ke itehaas ka to kya kehna.... DA-IICTY2K1 ke mahantam chhatr isi wing mein pale badhe huen hain.... aur technically speaking yeh ek samay par ek co-ed wing bhi reh chuka hai jahan ek hi chhat ke niche purushon aur mahilaon dono ka niwaas tha....
to bhaiyon garv se kahen.... hum E-wing waasi hain!!
[The following is written in HUMOUR and should be taken as that]
Completely smitten by the above article I decided to dedicate few songs to past and present members of this great dynasty .
4 Maddy (Abhinav Srivastav) - "mehengi bahut hai sharab k thodi-2 piya karo,piyo lekin rakho hisaab k thodi-2 piya karo.."
4 Desi (Abhishek Deshpande) - "Aate jaate hue mein sab pe nazar rakta hoon naam desi hai mera kya sabki khabar rakhta hoon ."
4 Sharma bhaiya - "yaaro sun lo jaara apna yeh kehena jeena ho toh apun k jaise hi jeena ..."
4 PK bhaiya - "yahan k hum sikandar chahey toh rakh le sabko apni jeb k andar arrey humse panga mat lena meri jaan ."
4 IshBish - "I m the ishky i the bisky rock star superstar"
4 Mundra - "Mast baharo ka mein aashiq mein jo chahe yaar karu.....saara jahan hai mere liye haan mere liye ."
4 Ajeet - "jab tak suraj chand rahega Nadal tera naam rahega " arrey yeh gana hai i saphat himesh bhai k agle album mein aane wala hai
4 Shekhar - "Humka aisa waisa na samjho hum bade kaam ki chiz haan-2 baade kam ki chiz"
4 anurag (my roomie) - "nanha munna rahi hoon desh ka sipahi hoon bolo mere sang jai hind jai hind...jai hind... jai hind jai hind...jai hind"
and last but not the least for chappy jindal -"dham dham dham dham dham dham dhadiya re sabse badi ladiyaa re omkara hai omkara..."
well I think it's enough for now .I m leaving for home tomorrow after completing my internship .So, this post v'll probably rememebered as my last post from 10.5.4.82 (IP assigned to my pc) unless I have to share something really interesting and that too in next 36 hrs .
Goodbye! for now and if any of you want to dedicate a song for me well I am not going to charge a penny just drop it in as comments .
Friday, June 22, 2007
Dil ko tumse pyaar hua....
I was heading towards bus stop after quite an interesting day at work (something which is rare) when suddenly I started humming this wonderful song and inadvertently it brought smile to my face .I have quite fascinating bonding with this particular song .
The story goes back to Synapse'06 when I was in my first year .Five of us Su du,Rathi,Anurag ,Sana and urs' truly being inspired by Sharma bhaiya decided to participate in footloose .It's still a mystery for me as how Rathi was able to convince me on this (may be I was doped).So, here were four newbie and Rathi as somewhat decent dancer under surveilliance of dance Guru Sharma bhaiya practised day and night to get the steps right .Rathi was the one for whom the task was a cinch but for rest of us it was like climbing a ben .It was not as if we had no experience of tapping our legs previously but it was more or less confined to DJ parties and shaadis .
After all the hard work came the big day .One thing good about all of us was that we all were well aware of our limitations and knew that we didn't even had the wildest chance to put up some kind of competition .And organizers did help us by allowing us to start the proceedings .Actually It really was a boon cuz by that time cameras weren't flashing (so there is no legtimate proof that we actually danced :Yes!:).Well I wasn't nervous that night but it was more that I wanted to prove something but to whom is what I haven't found .Special thanks to Rathi cuz of his impeccable movements he generated most of the attention and my awful performance was more or less unnoticed .After my horrendous show was over I did receive all kinds of comments from "Well Done!" to "Kya gand tha be" .The song "Dil ko tumse pyaar hua.."will remain special for me and will remind me of biggest folly in daiict(so far)...
The story goes back to Synapse'06 when I was in my first year .Five of us Su du,Rathi,Anurag ,Sana and urs' truly being inspired by Sharma bhaiya decided to participate in footloose .It's still a mystery for me as how Rathi was able to convince me on this (may be I was doped).So, here were four newbie and Rathi as somewhat decent dancer under surveilliance of dance Guru Sharma bhaiya practised day and night to get the steps right .Rathi was the one for whom the task was a cinch but for rest of us it was like climbing a ben .It was not as if we had no experience of tapping our legs previously but it was more or less confined to DJ parties and shaadis .
After all the hard work came the big day .One thing good about all of us was that we all were well aware of our limitations and knew that we didn't even had the wildest chance to put up some kind of competition .And organizers did help us by allowing us to start the proceedings .Actually It really was a boon cuz by that time cameras weren't flashing (so there is no legtimate proof that we actually danced :Yes!:).Well I wasn't nervous that night but it was more that I wanted to prove something but to whom is what I haven't found .Special thanks to Rathi cuz of his impeccable movements he generated most of the attention and my awful performance was more or less unnoticed .After my horrendous show was over I did receive all kinds of comments from "Well Done!" to "Kya gand tha be" .The song "Dil ko tumse pyaar hua.."will remain special for me and will remind me of biggest folly in daiict(so far)...
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Finding Nemo
Start of another sulking day in Igatpuri with even cozy weather outside not able to motivate me to be optimistic about next 11 hrs at work .I get up from bed doing routine things and rush to the gate only to find that I missed the bus .Doesn't matter I was anyway not in a hurry to go to my cubicle .With one of my friend heading towards the club to have breakfast I decided to accompany him as there was quite some time before the next bus arrived.
Sitting with a cup of tea, surrounded by guys having their breakfast I had nothing much to ponder about before my eyes were fixed on small aquarium placed at the corner of the room .It was matter of nanoseconds and my mind was overflowing with thoughts about four fishes strolling in that closed container .I stated analyzing their movements and somehow got the feeling that everytime they were near the glass they tried to push it in hope to achieve amnesty but all their efforts were futile .
Being a movie freak my thoughts inadvertently focused on the animated movie "Finding Nemo" .I remember that after watching that movie I started to hate those sophisticated tanks filled with water containing pisceses, employed only to add beauty to their surrounding .
Coming back to the topic, Finding Nemo is one of best animations that I have ever seen .An austere story presented in most sorcerous manner compels you to hold on to your seat before Nemo is eventually free .The movie actually makes you realize the importance of freedom which seems so trivial for us that we feel short even to imagine our lives without it and hence are incognisant towards plight of those who are deprived of it.Apart from this the story efficaciously potrays father-son relationship .Expression of too caring father for his incapacitated son and Nemo's desires to pursue daring acts reminds you of time when you weren't even allowed to venture to the shop at stone's throw from you house alone .Ignoring his foster's words and trying to be at par with his mates Nemo is caught in net and his future lies in peril .But then comes the twist .With his indomitable spirit to achieve freedom and his love for his fathers he is able raise the exit bar to meet his father who has come all the way riding on the pacific currents and travelling a poignant but courageous and adventuruous journey only too see his son fit and fine.
If you haven't seen the movie yet I hope I have been able to instigate you enough to get hold of this one and for those who have seen it you all must be aware that it's worth watching it again and again and again....
Sitting with a cup of tea, surrounded by guys having their breakfast I had nothing much to ponder about before my eyes were fixed on small aquarium placed at the corner of the room .It was matter of nanoseconds and my mind was overflowing with thoughts about four fishes strolling in that closed container .I stated analyzing their movements and somehow got the feeling that everytime they were near the glass they tried to push it in hope to achieve amnesty but all their efforts were futile .
Being a movie freak my thoughts inadvertently focused on the animated movie "Finding Nemo" .I remember that after watching that movie I started to hate those sophisticated tanks filled with water containing pisceses, employed only to add beauty to their surrounding .
Coming back to the topic, Finding Nemo is one of best animations that I have ever seen .An austere story presented in most sorcerous manner compels you to hold on to your seat before Nemo is eventually free .The movie actually makes you realize the importance of freedom which seems so trivial for us that we feel short even to imagine our lives without it and hence are incognisant towards plight of those who are deprived of it.Apart from this the story efficaciously potrays father-son relationship .Expression of too caring father for his incapacitated son and Nemo's desires to pursue daring acts reminds you of time when you weren't even allowed to venture to the shop at stone's throw from you house alone .Ignoring his foster's words and trying to be at par with his mates Nemo is caught in net and his future lies in peril .But then comes the twist .With his indomitable spirit to achieve freedom and his love for his fathers he is able raise the exit bar to meet his father who has come all the way riding on the pacific currents and travelling a poignant but courageous and adventuruous journey only too see his son fit and fine.
If you haven't seen the movie yet I hope I have been able to instigate you enough to get hold of this one and for those who have seen it you all must be aware that it's worth watching it again and again and again....
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
changingG Guards
I have never been a great follower of Tennis but past few months have witnessed my interest burgeoning towards this wonderful game .The reason for my hosility was not that I didn't had any intrest in the game but it was more to do with my passion towards cricket .But now slowly but surely my interest towards cricket seems to be dwindling .There are so many reasons behind this and one of the primary reason being that of India's debacle in recent WC.I haven't played since quite some time and I hope to see myself sprinting in the fields soon ,bending my legs and kicking the ball but then I am not sure whether I will be able to do this cuz in past I have seen my plans being thrased quite brutally .
Coming back to my growing intrest towards Tennis the credit goes to Mr. Ajeet Singh Sekhawat and his droolmaal Federer .It was fun arguing with him .Arguments started with any small talks or his patent actions but then they needed some weird counterpoints to survive for long and in midst of all this bak going on ,mention of his madness towards Fed-Ex was mandatory .Well this might not be convincing reason to follow Tennis and fairly so I mean you don't need any reason to watch Sharapova play (playing is not an important part).After watching few games I was gaining interest in the technical aspects of the game .When should a player charge at the net or why it is impotant to rally or player's position on court while playing a volly all these questions existed before but may be I wasn't aware of them .And thanks to my encounter with Bjorn Borg's autobiography which only aggravated my affection towards the game I decided to keep track of The French Open and though I wasn't able to follow all the tennis action but I certainly was enthralled by few matches that I saw .It was great to see Henin playing some extraordinary backhands and in the final Federer being crucified by the Spaniard(well may be I am exaggerating it a bit but then it's ok when you have Ajeet as one your blog's reader).Now ,I am desperately waiting for the Wimbledon to start and more importantly I want to be at home during the tournament so that I can catch up with all the action .Competition at Wimbledon as always would be tough and with Fed-Ex desperate for vengeance against Nadal we might expect great Tennis.I would like to see Carlos Moya advancing atleast to the semis .I saw one his matches and he was simply outstanding .As far as women's category is concern I definitely don't want the Russian gal to lose before the finals and sincerely hope to see Sania Mirza forging into 3rd round .This is my first post related to game other than cricket and I hope to come up with few more in near future.
Coming back to my growing intrest towards Tennis the credit goes to Mr. Ajeet Singh Sekhawat and his droolmaal Federer .It was fun arguing with him .Arguments started with any small talks or his patent actions but then they needed some weird counterpoints to survive for long and in midst of all this bak going on ,mention of his madness towards Fed-Ex was mandatory .Well this might not be convincing reason to follow Tennis and fairly so I mean you don't need any reason to watch Sharapova play (playing is not an important part).After watching few games I was gaining interest in the technical aspects of the game .When should a player charge at the net or why it is impotant to rally or player's position on court while playing a volly all these questions existed before but may be I wasn't aware of them .And thanks to my encounter with Bjorn Borg's autobiography which only aggravated my affection towards the game I decided to keep track of The French Open and though I wasn't able to follow all the tennis action but I certainly was enthralled by few matches that I saw .It was great to see Henin playing some extraordinary backhands and in the final Federer being crucified by the Spaniard(well may be I am exaggerating it a bit but then it's ok when you have Ajeet as one your blog's reader).Now ,I am desperately waiting for the Wimbledon to start and more importantly I want to be at home during the tournament so that I can catch up with all the action .Competition at Wimbledon as always would be tough and with Fed-Ex desperate for vengeance against Nadal we might expect great Tennis.I would like to see Carlos Moya advancing atleast to the semis .I saw one his matches and he was simply outstanding .As far as women's category is concern I definitely don't want the Russian gal to lose before the finals and sincerely hope to see Sania Mirza forging into 3rd round .This is my first post related to game other than cricket and I hope to come up with few more in near future.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Bo 10.12 F00
C 10.15 F3,V 10.17 F5,N 10.25 S13 these might appear to you as indecipherable codes if you are not a mumbaikar.These actually are the variables specifying timings for the local train and their destination .
Let me tell you the algorithm to decode this .The first alaphbet points to the destination of the train,the second place is for the time of arrival,the alphabet following it specifies whether the upcoming train is fast or slow .Fast train halts only at major stations till second last major station and at every station then onwards till the last station whereas slow train stops at every station between the starting and the final point .The final coloumn indicates no. of minutes left for the arrival .
I was smitten by the local train's working pattern when I tripped in it for the first time and my admiration for it has only grown as time has passed .I remember throwing challenges to myself as to learn the itinerary of locals from Borivali to Churchgate .Though it seemed to be a clinch but somehow I used to forget it everytime my tenure in mumbai ended and I had to start the whole exercise from ground zero next time I came to the city .But time has made me wise and now I even know the routes for the central line .
Nothing much has changed since my first interaction with the locals except for the introduction of grills in windows and setting of loud speakers in the compartment which are meant to yell out the upcoming station (this is futile cuz of the cacophony going in the compartment) .The sudden rise and fall in no. of people on the platform just before and after local has arrived may surprise a newbie .But this phenomena is contiguous from 4 in the morning till 1.40 at night till the last local departs for it's destination .The most amazing part of travelling in local is that unlike normal trains where you find experts raving about each and every thing from politics to cricket and from panipuri to hajmola, such highly qualified intellectualls sit(or stand most of the time) secluded from the strangers and most of them utilize this short journey for taking a nap.
Passengers travelling in locals are master in laws of mechanics and use their skills to the best .Running couple of meters while catching the moving train and coursing along the platform just cuz you aborted the journey before train came to a still so as to avoid the voracious herd running on to you to start their journey may seem obvious but if not done with perfection can be precarious .Travelling in locals may be an austere task but there are couple of things which makes it complicated and troublesome .First of all it is the change of tracks that you have do if you have to travel from a station in western line to a station in central line and vice versa.Lack of knowledge might lead you in unwanting circumstances.Secondly ,long and aeonian ques might exasperate you and you actaully decide not to travel in locals unless it is matter of life and death.Despite these minor obstacles you still tend to enjoy your ride til you get bored of it with frequent encounters.So, next time you visit this glam-sham city and if you haven't yet taken a ride in local, go ahead and enjoy it....
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Pigeon Hole....
I was just sitting on the dinning table when this title struck me.I regret not to have posted this earlier but nevertheless I am here paying tributes to this legend .He was lethal cuz he was simple .Yes ,accuracy was the only weapon he had and he used it to the best .He could bowl at one spot throughout the day and still come out with the best economy rate at the end of the day .I remember during WC finals earlier this year when he was little wayward with his line and length Prateek Khurana commented that "Yaar ,lagta hai Pointing ne sikka(coin) guma diya " and not long after that we had Pointing jumping all around (Mc.Grath was back in rhythm).Not may sportsmen have fate to say final good-bye at the pinacle point of their career but he definitely was a exception .To leave international arena with bag full of wickets,having snatched Man of the Tournament award in your farewell tournament and too a WC and more importantly to be a part of team tagged as World Champions, well you can't ask for anymore .It will take great endeavour and patience for anyone to fill in his vacated place on international stage.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
They said it in style..
Here are quotes from my favourite sportsmen .These legends have been tested time and again and every time they passed with flying colours .Salute to their indomitable spirit..
The mark of great sportsmen is not how good they are at their best, but how good they are their worst.
-Martina Navratilova
You have to expect things of yourselves before you can do them.
-Michael Jordan
Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually it will subside and something else will take its place. If I quit, however, it lasts forever.
-Lance Armstrong
For myself, losing is not coming second. It's getting out of the water knowing you could have done better. For myself, I have won every race I've been in.
-Ian Thorpe
You should live your own life and live up to your own expectations, and those are the only things I really care about it.
-Tiger Woods
Scientists have proven that it's impossible to long-jump 30 feet, but I don't listen to that kind of talk. Thoughts like that have a way of sinking into your feet.
-Carl Lewis
Never say die .
-Steve Waugh
At least with me, the match starts much, much earlier than the actual match.
-Sachin Tendulkar
and this one is my favourite..
I wanted my macho moment in winner's enclosure rather than during a few isolated points in the match .
Bjorn Borg
The mark of great sportsmen is not how good they are at their best, but how good they are their worst.
-Martina Navratilova
You have to expect things of yourselves before you can do them.
-Michael Jordan
Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually it will subside and something else will take its place. If I quit, however, it lasts forever.
-Lance Armstrong
For myself, losing is not coming second. It's getting out of the water knowing you could have done better. For myself, I have won every race I've been in.
-Ian Thorpe
You should live your own life and live up to your own expectations, and those are the only things I really care about it.
-Tiger Woods
Scientists have proven that it's impossible to long-jump 30 feet, but I don't listen to that kind of talk. Thoughts like that have a way of sinking into your feet.
-Carl Lewis
Never say die .
-Steve Waugh
At least with me, the match starts much, much earlier than the actual match.
-Sachin Tendulkar
and this one is my favourite..
I wanted my macho moment in winner's enclosure rather than during a few isolated points in the match .
Bjorn Borg
Friday, May 18, 2007
Enigma of being Second...
Long was the race
It was stamina that mattered and not the pace
I ran till my last breath
But fate did not ordain the wreath.
At a point I was ahead
Swirling across the oval land
I thought victory was in my hand
But it squeezed pass as sand.
I crossed streams, rivers and forest
Gave it in my best
Wanted to unchain procure moments of ecstasy
But luck was the missing key.
Now I am standing beside the winner
Only solaces to hear.
They say I won silver
But I know I lost the coveted metallic colour.
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