One of the hazards of travelling alone in a flight is that if the flight gets delayed, YOU ARE SCREWED!! If you happen to be flying from Mumbai, be absolutely sure to book a flight at around 3 in the night and if you are lucky, you might be able to avoid “TRAFFIC CONGESTION”.
I don’t understand how we can have traffic congestion at airports. Don’t the airports have the same number of flights coming in and going out on a particular day? If yes, then how the traffic congestion? For some unfathomable reason, The Mumbai airport seems to be functioning with only one runway. I mean, it’s supposed to be one of busiest in India and it has only 1 runway? Way to go to becoming a superpower on time (as the tag line goes for one of the stupid airlines). Actually the Mumbai airport has 2 runways but one of them has been “UNDER MAINTAINCE” for like, forever! How can a airport which sees so much density of air traffic have one of its runways not functioning on a Friday when so many people are flying out!
This is the 2nd time that this has happened to me. I waited at the airport for an extra hour and another hour and an half inside the aircraft just waiting for it to take-off! If this won’t get you pissed, what will? Wait, I know the answer to that as I am experiencing that problem right now. The answer ladies and gentlemen is annoying co-passengers! The dumbass sitting in my front can’t sit still for a moment and has been playing with his seat since the time he got in and then there’s the noisy Jackass troika sitting behind me. One of them actually on seeing that I was trying to connect to the net commented with such a witty comment “Net laga raha hai. Hope he opens some INTRESTING sites” I mean, really? I comment on people but that’s always in an undertone, not loud enough for all the people inside the aircraft to be able to hear it!
And finally, congrats to Go Air on killing the concept of AIR HOSTESSES. Right now there are 4 men serving the amazingly LOWLY priced food onboard! I am so bloody glad that I am returning by Kingfisher! Atleast, there will be air hostesses there. Fingers crossed for that!
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Thursday, October 14, 2010
An Ode to LEGEN-wait for it- DARY “BARNEY STINSON”
I believe that who so ever reads this post on my blog has seen “How I met your mother” at least once in their life. If you haven’t, please take Chullu bhar paani and then do the needful.
Anyways, for people who follow HIMYM, you guys will know Barney Stinson. Awesome!! So Barney Stinson is a guy who’s SUITED UP all the time, is after every girl and is always AWESOME!! He infact has a whole playbook which lists all his tricks to bed the girls with maneuvers like “The Ted Mosby”, “The Lorenzo Von Matterhorn” and the best of them all “The Scuba Diver”. He is the scotch drinking, cigar smoking smooth talker who loves to play laser tag.
He’s one of the guys who is always ready with his opinion (unwanted most of the times), always up to a challenge (as his catch phase goes “Challenge accepted”) be it running the New York Marathon or getting laid in his overalls. He has bit of a gambling problem.
Although many people will think that Barney is without any morals but his life is governed by the “BRO CODE” and the various other rules created by him like the Lemon Law. Barney comes up with the most outlandish stories to score with women be it “I am an astronaut” or “I am a pitcher for New York Yankees”. He also has elaborate plans how to get rid of the girls the following morning.
Barney is also a great magician and his magic tricks are a sure way of getting the girls. He also speaks many languages and is very well connected. No one knows what he really does apart from the fact that he works for GNB (The most Evil Bank of the world in Marshall’s own words). He is surely the richest among all of the gang. He has an awesome video CV in which he comes up with the word “Possimpible”.
He’s a guy every guy one time or the other aspires to be. The best wingman in history and maybe Ted’s best friend. So, a day after the “SUIT UP” day, let’s try to be more AWESOME like Barney Stinson.
P.S: Here are a few of my favorite articles from the Bro Code:
ARTICLE 1:
Bros before hoes. I cannot stress this enough. Always remember, girlfriends come and go, but your boys are always there. Breaking this rule is to commit the cardinal sin against Team Testosterone.
ARTICLE 2:
Never drink the last beer, unless you’ve been granted specific permission that it’s OK.
ARTICLE 3:
If a girl falls into the following criteria, she is off limits forever until the end of time:
A. Was an ex-girlfriend
B. Your friend specifically told you he wanted her
C. Is your buddy’s sister (However, if it’s your buddy’s cousin, well she’s up for grabs, and you’re welcome to rub it in his face for years to come)
ARTICLE 4:
Never diss a guy whose team just lost a crushing game. Just leave it alone, it’s kinder to pick on them for a dead relative
ARTICLE 6:
If you get 2 tickets to the big game/gig/event, the priority list for granting the second ticket is as follows:
1. Your best friends (in order of how long you’ve known them)
2. Your acquaintances
3. Your co-workers
4. The mailman
5. The UPS guy
6. NASA
7. John Kerry
…
1,485,726. Your girlfriend
ARTICLE 7:
You are allowed to enjoy exactly one chick TV show, and one chick flick. You may have no more. And if you like Grease, well, we’re already too late
ARTICLE 8:
Birthday and Christmas presents for your guy friends are optional. Beer always makes a great gift
ARTICLE 12:
Standard shotgun rules are as follows:
A. Shotgun may only be called within full sight of the car
B. Shotgun must be called outside
C. Shotgun calls last approximately ten minutes
D. Shotgun never carries over to a second ride
ARTICLE 13:
NO PDA (Public Displays of Affection), even if John Legend says they just don’t care. I mean, congratulations, another girl can stand the sight of you. You don’t need to wear her like a ******* trophy.
ARTICLE 14:
It’s alright to cheat at any game where money isn’t involved. In certain circumstances, relationships may be classified as “games”.
ARTICLE 16:
Never openly question another guy’s sports wisdom, unless said information specifically pertains to your favorite team.
ARTICLE 17:
When out with the guys, never accept a call from your girlfriend—unless she’s dying or trapped under a burning fuel truck, and if that’s the case, make it quick
ARTICLE 20:
Bros before Hoes. I know, I already used it. I can’t stress it enough, though. It is absolutely infuriating how many of my guy friends have become insufferable dicks since they’ve gone out with someone
ARTICLE 21
Bros will not be assumed to be exclusive unless each has explicitly granted the other exclusive Bro rights. If a Bro is not exclusive then a Bro may have more than one Bro. However, upon becoming exclusive, said Bro must break any Bro ties with all other Bros.
ARTICLE 26:
A bro will, in a timely manner, alert his bro to the existence of a girl fight
ARTICLE 37
If one Bro calls another Bro a douche then said naming must be confirmed by another Bro even if the third Bro is a chick. This naming only requires a “second” by any Bro and does not require a majority vote by all Bros involved.
ARTICLE 40
Love thy neigh-bro
ARTICLE 53:
A Bro will, whenever possible, provide his Bro with protection
ARTICLE 58:
If a Bro, for whatever reason, becomes aware of another Bro’s girlfriend’s birthday and / or anniversary date, he shall endeavor to make that information available to his Bro, regardless whether he thinks his Bro already knows
ARTICLE 59:
One Bro makes a solo chick attack
A second Bro provides a crutch
A third Bro rounds out the pack
But a fourth Bro is one too much
ARTICLE 60:
Should a Bro be near to closing with a girl, his Bro shall do anything within his means to ensure the desired outcome, up to and including the seduction of said girl’s wildly unattractive cousin / friend / mother.
ARTICLE 62:
In the event that two Bros acquire the same target, the Bro with the longer dry spell has dibs. Should the dry spells be of equal length, a game of discreet roshambo shall determine the outcome.
ARTICLE 63:
In a scenario in which two or more Bros are engaged in entertainment of the adult variety, one Bro is forbidden from intentionally or unintentionally touching another Bro in ANY capacity, including but not limited to; the high five, the fist bump, or the congratulatory gluteal pat. Winking is also kind of a no-no.
ARTICLE 66:
If a Bro suffers pain from a permanent dissolution of a relationship with a lady friend, a Bro shall offer nothing more than a “that sucks, man” and copious quantities of beer
ARTICLE 67:
Should a Bro pick up a guitar at a party and commence playing, another Bro shall point out that he is a tool
ARTICLE 68:
If a Bro is on a hot streak, another Bro will do everything possibly to ensure its longevity, even if that includes jeopardizing his own records, the missing of work, or temporarily immigrating to a foreign country.
ARTICLE 80:
When in a slap bet thy bro must always obey the rules of the slap bet. If caught cheating in a slap bet the selected slap bet coordinator must rule the consequences of how many more slaps must be given to thy cheater
ARTICLE 87:
A Bro shall at all times say ‘Yes’
ARTICLE 89:
A Bro may never pursue the mom of another Bro. Be it here resolved that at no point is it permissible for one Bro to engage in carnal delicacies with another Bro’s mother. It is, however, allowed and encouraged for one Bro to graphically suggest to a Bro the athletic feats, animalia, and/or machinery utilized during a fictional encounter with his mom. Should a Bro discover his Bro is in fact adopted, he is free to pursue his Bro’s adoptive mother, but only after first corroborating non-biological parentage through notarized birth certificates, hospital records, or comparative deoxyribonucleic acid gel electrophoresis, whichever is easiest. Since the adopted Bro cannot legitimately claim to have shared a canal with his Bro,
ARTICLE 89 expressly prohibits the adopted Bro from invoking the Sloppy Second clause in any related filings with the International Court of Bros. Though the mom of a Bro is always off limits, the step-mom of a Bro is allowed if she initiates it and/or is wearing at least one article of leopard print clothing. If she looks good in it.
So, here the best Bro-Code Articles. Hope you guys enjoyed it.
So guys “SUIT UP!!"
Anyways, for people who follow HIMYM, you guys will know Barney Stinson. Awesome!! So Barney Stinson is a guy who’s SUITED UP all the time, is after every girl and is always AWESOME!! He infact has a whole playbook which lists all his tricks to bed the girls with maneuvers like “The Ted Mosby”, “The Lorenzo Von Matterhorn” and the best of them all “The Scuba Diver”. He is the scotch drinking, cigar smoking smooth talker who loves to play laser tag.
He’s one of the guys who is always ready with his opinion (unwanted most of the times), always up to a challenge (as his catch phase goes “Challenge accepted”) be it running the New York Marathon or getting laid in his overalls. He has bit of a gambling problem.
Although many people will think that Barney is without any morals but his life is governed by the “BRO CODE” and the various other rules created by him like the Lemon Law. Barney comes up with the most outlandish stories to score with women be it “I am an astronaut” or “I am a pitcher for New York Yankees”. He also has elaborate plans how to get rid of the girls the following morning.
Barney is also a great magician and his magic tricks are a sure way of getting the girls. He also speaks many languages and is very well connected. No one knows what he really does apart from the fact that he works for GNB (The most Evil Bank of the world in Marshall’s own words). He is surely the richest among all of the gang. He has an awesome video CV in which he comes up with the word “Possimpible”.
He’s a guy every guy one time or the other aspires to be. The best wingman in history and maybe Ted’s best friend. So, a day after the “SUIT UP” day, let’s try to be more AWESOME like Barney Stinson.
P.S: Here are a few of my favorite articles from the Bro Code:
ARTICLE 1:
Bros before hoes. I cannot stress this enough. Always remember, girlfriends come and go, but your boys are always there. Breaking this rule is to commit the cardinal sin against Team Testosterone.
ARTICLE 2:
Never drink the last beer, unless you’ve been granted specific permission that it’s OK.
ARTICLE 3:
If a girl falls into the following criteria, she is off limits forever until the end of time:
A. Was an ex-girlfriend
B. Your friend specifically told you he wanted her
C. Is your buddy’s sister (However, if it’s your buddy’s cousin, well she’s up for grabs, and you’re welcome to rub it in his face for years to come)
ARTICLE 4:
Never diss a guy whose team just lost a crushing game. Just leave it alone, it’s kinder to pick on them for a dead relative
ARTICLE 6:
If you get 2 tickets to the big game/gig/event, the priority list for granting the second ticket is as follows:
1. Your best friends (in order of how long you’ve known them)
2. Your acquaintances
3. Your co-workers
4. The mailman
5. The UPS guy
6. NASA
7. John Kerry
…
1,485,726. Your girlfriend
ARTICLE 7:
You are allowed to enjoy exactly one chick TV show, and one chick flick. You may have no more. And if you like Grease, well, we’re already too late
ARTICLE 8:
Birthday and Christmas presents for your guy friends are optional. Beer always makes a great gift
ARTICLE 12:
Standard shotgun rules are as follows:
A. Shotgun may only be called within full sight of the car
B. Shotgun must be called outside
C. Shotgun calls last approximately ten minutes
D. Shotgun never carries over to a second ride
ARTICLE 13:
NO PDA (Public Displays of Affection), even if John Legend says they just don’t care. I mean, congratulations, another girl can stand the sight of you. You don’t need to wear her like a ******* trophy.
ARTICLE 14:
It’s alright to cheat at any game where money isn’t involved. In certain circumstances, relationships may be classified as “games”.
ARTICLE 16:
Never openly question another guy’s sports wisdom, unless said information specifically pertains to your favorite team.
ARTICLE 17:
When out with the guys, never accept a call from your girlfriend—unless she’s dying or trapped under a burning fuel truck, and if that’s the case, make it quick
ARTICLE 20:
Bros before Hoes. I know, I already used it. I can’t stress it enough, though. It is absolutely infuriating how many of my guy friends have become insufferable dicks since they’ve gone out with someone
ARTICLE 21
Bros will not be assumed to be exclusive unless each has explicitly granted the other exclusive Bro rights. If a Bro is not exclusive then a Bro may have more than one Bro. However, upon becoming exclusive, said Bro must break any Bro ties with all other Bros.
ARTICLE 26:
A bro will, in a timely manner, alert his bro to the existence of a girl fight
ARTICLE 37
If one Bro calls another Bro a douche then said naming must be confirmed by another Bro even if the third Bro is a chick. This naming only requires a “second” by any Bro and does not require a majority vote by all Bros involved.
ARTICLE 40
Love thy neigh-bro
ARTICLE 53:
A Bro will, whenever possible, provide his Bro with protection
ARTICLE 58:
If a Bro, for whatever reason, becomes aware of another Bro’s girlfriend’s birthday and / or anniversary date, he shall endeavor to make that information available to his Bro, regardless whether he thinks his Bro already knows
ARTICLE 59:
One Bro makes a solo chick attack
A second Bro provides a crutch
A third Bro rounds out the pack
But a fourth Bro is one too much
ARTICLE 60:
Should a Bro be near to closing with a girl, his Bro shall do anything within his means to ensure the desired outcome, up to and including the seduction of said girl’s wildly unattractive cousin / friend / mother.
ARTICLE 62:
In the event that two Bros acquire the same target, the Bro with the longer dry spell has dibs. Should the dry spells be of equal length, a game of discreet roshambo shall determine the outcome.
ARTICLE 63:
In a scenario in which two or more Bros are engaged in entertainment of the adult variety, one Bro is forbidden from intentionally or unintentionally touching another Bro in ANY capacity, including but not limited to; the high five, the fist bump, or the congratulatory gluteal pat. Winking is also kind of a no-no.
ARTICLE 66:
If a Bro suffers pain from a permanent dissolution of a relationship with a lady friend, a Bro shall offer nothing more than a “that sucks, man” and copious quantities of beer
ARTICLE 67:
Should a Bro pick up a guitar at a party and commence playing, another Bro shall point out that he is a tool
ARTICLE 68:
If a Bro is on a hot streak, another Bro will do everything possibly to ensure its longevity, even if that includes jeopardizing his own records, the missing of work, or temporarily immigrating to a foreign country.
ARTICLE 80:
When in a slap bet thy bro must always obey the rules of the slap bet. If caught cheating in a slap bet the selected slap bet coordinator must rule the consequences of how many more slaps must be given to thy cheater
ARTICLE 87:
A Bro shall at all times say ‘Yes’
ARTICLE 89:
A Bro may never pursue the mom of another Bro. Be it here resolved that at no point is it permissible for one Bro to engage in carnal delicacies with another Bro’s mother. It is, however, allowed and encouraged for one Bro to graphically suggest to a Bro the athletic feats, animalia, and/or machinery utilized during a fictional encounter with his mom. Should a Bro discover his Bro is in fact adopted, he is free to pursue his Bro’s adoptive mother, but only after first corroborating non-biological parentage through notarized birth certificates, hospital records, or comparative deoxyribonucleic acid gel electrophoresis, whichever is easiest. Since the adopted Bro cannot legitimately claim to have shared a canal with his Bro,
ARTICLE 89 expressly prohibits the adopted Bro from invoking the Sloppy Second clause in any related filings with the International Court of Bros. Though the mom of a Bro is always off limits, the step-mom of a Bro is allowed if she initiates it and/or is wearing at least one article of leopard print clothing. If she looks good in it.
So, here the best Bro-Code Articles. Hope you guys enjoyed it.
So guys “SUIT UP!!"
Thursday, July 8, 2010
I MISS….
I haven’t done any cribbing for a long long time now. And everything has been boiling inside of me. So I thought of letting it all out on my blog because I know nobody reads it anyway, so my misgivings will go unnoticed (Thank God for that). Anyways, without much further ado, here’s a list of 50 things I miss:
1) I miss my home.
2) I miss my family.
3) I miss Ranchi.
4) I miss DPS.
5) I miss my school friends.
6) I miss driving my car.
7) I miss hanging out with my friends at my place after school playing carom or hockey or just chatting.
8) I miss my dogs.
9) I miss sleeping on the last bench of my physics tuitions.
10)I miss those wonderful scooter rides in the evening.
11)I miss having cold-drinks in the evening with my friends.
12)I miss the mad rush for each other’s tiffin during recess.
13)I miss the last bench.
14)I miss sitting at our bus stop and discussing everything under the sun.
15)I miss Kaveri.
16)I miss playing cricket on terrace in the night under the lights.
17)I miss all the unnecessary telephone chats.
18)I miss the return gifts of the b’day parties.
19)I miss the school picnics.
20)I miss the month long holidays.
21)I miss my hostel.
22)I miss my hostel friends.
23)I miss the hostel days.
24)I miss writing assignments in the lectures.
25)I miss all the booze nights.
26)I miss Native Roots.
27)I miss Manohar Mishtan.
28)I miss crispy chicken of Meenakshi.
29)I miss those heart-to-heart talks in the middle of the night.
30)I miss going from room to room looking for a new movie.
31)I miss just sitting there in 308 and listening to music.
32)I miss those walks to the tapri after every meal.
33)I miss French fries of my hostel mess.
34)I miss sitting in canteen and wasting time in college.
35)I miss the bus-rides to college and the lifts while coming back to hostel.
36)I miss the late nights at my hostel.
37)I miss interface.
38)I miss batch 3.
39)I miss my desks in interface.
40)I miss the small rickshaw drive from my place to Interface.
41)I miss being a skeleton.
42)I miss the jokes.
43)I miss travelling from Napean Sea Road to work.
44)I miss the Napean Sea Road apartment.
45)I miss my Uncle in Mumbai.
46)I miss South Bombay.
47)I miss Regal and Eros.
48)I miss bowling at Phoenix Mills.
49)I miss the laughter.
50)I miss……….MYSELF.
1) I miss my home.
2) I miss my family.
3) I miss Ranchi.
4) I miss DPS.
5) I miss my school friends.
6) I miss driving my car.
7) I miss hanging out with my friends at my place after school playing carom or hockey or just chatting.
8) I miss my dogs.
9) I miss sleeping on the last bench of my physics tuitions.
10)I miss those wonderful scooter rides in the evening.
11)I miss having cold-drinks in the evening with my friends.
12)I miss the mad rush for each other’s tiffin during recess.
13)I miss the last bench.
14)I miss sitting at our bus stop and discussing everything under the sun.
15)I miss Kaveri.
16)I miss playing cricket on terrace in the night under the lights.
17)I miss all the unnecessary telephone chats.
18)I miss the return gifts of the b’day parties.
19)I miss the school picnics.
20)I miss the month long holidays.
21)I miss my hostel.
22)I miss my hostel friends.
23)I miss the hostel days.
24)I miss writing assignments in the lectures.
25)I miss all the booze nights.
26)I miss Native Roots.
27)I miss Manohar Mishtan.
28)I miss crispy chicken of Meenakshi.
29)I miss those heart-to-heart talks in the middle of the night.
30)I miss going from room to room looking for a new movie.
31)I miss just sitting there in 308 and listening to music.
32)I miss those walks to the tapri after every meal.
33)I miss French fries of my hostel mess.
34)I miss sitting in canteen and wasting time in college.
35)I miss the bus-rides to college and the lifts while coming back to hostel.
36)I miss the late nights at my hostel.
37)I miss interface.
38)I miss batch 3.
39)I miss my desks in interface.
40)I miss the small rickshaw drive from my place to Interface.
41)I miss being a skeleton.
42)I miss the jokes.
43)I miss travelling from Napean Sea Road to work.
44)I miss the Napean Sea Road apartment.
45)I miss my Uncle in Mumbai.
46)I miss South Bombay.
47)I miss Regal and Eros.
48)I miss bowling at Phoenix Mills.
49)I miss the laughter.
50)I miss……….MYSELF.
Friday, May 14, 2010
BACK IN TIME
Yesterday one of my friends called me up who is doing his MS from the US of A. We were very thick friends in school and till now we are. I don’t know what’s it about my school friends but whenever I talk to any one of them, I feel calm. That’s maybe because we have spent too much time together in the past and shared some really unforgettable moments. I sometimes really wish that I could go back in time and live through school again. Maybe not the thing like exams and stuff but certainly all the good times.
The times were so simpler then. We only had to worry about doing well in exams. Apart from that everything was taken care of and we didn’t have any other worries. Okay, maybe some issues like “I really like this girl” or something on similar lines. As I said earlier “Simpler Times”.
Today when I look back, I smile on my school days. My school gave me my best friends, friends I would keep for the rest of my life, friends with whom I could share anything with and who wouldn’t judge me, friends who had my back, friends who go to any lengths to help me out and I will go out to any lengths to help them out.
I still remember my 1st day at DPS. Anju ma’am took me to class 3-B where I met the most amazing people whom I have the honour of calling my friends. Coming into a new school and settling in can be very stressful. Especially for a kid who was so shy that he couldn’t even talk properly (that was me BTW). But the way you guys made sure I felt a part of the group was amazing. All my friends were in DPS since Prep. So they were already well set. But welcoming an outsider to the group was just……well…all I can say is “Thank You guys”.
As the time went by we all became a more exclusive group. All of us from Ashok Nagar always hanged out together after school playing cricket or just roaming about looking at girls. I can still remember all of us on our cycles riding through the roads of Ashok Nagar, having cold-drinks in the evening after playing cricket, playing carom at my place, TT at the club, hockey in my room (awesome fun) and many other things like Kittu trying to teach Utkarsh chemistry.
As we grew older we started going to Shyamli and SAIL colonies. Some of my best friends were from these colonies. Too many memories from these places also. Actually too many to point out any one of them.
And there are many memories from school also. Utkarsh and Gagan fighting, Ravi asking me on my 2nd day of school “Nikhil….what’s your name?”(I know for a fact that Ravi won’t remember this), the great red and white bravery award incident, the rakhi tragedy, the class picnics, Uts’s love story, many other love stories also for that matter.
I am what I am today is because of my friends from school. They took a really shy kid who couldn’t even talk when someone he didn’t know was in the room and turned him to one of the most talkative persons. My friends made me believe that I was not just some random kid. I felt special with them. I still feel like I own this world when I meet these guys. Sadly, now it’s not that frequently.
So, in the end I would end this piece by saying that thanks a lot guys….if it wasn’t for you guys, I would have still been a shy kid who would freeze up every time he had to speak with a stranger. I miss you guys a lot. Thanks for all the wonderful memories. And yes, if I had a chance I would surely go back in time and live through school again without any complains.
The times were so simpler then. We only had to worry about doing well in exams. Apart from that everything was taken care of and we didn’t have any other worries. Okay, maybe some issues like “I really like this girl” or something on similar lines. As I said earlier “Simpler Times”.
Today when I look back, I smile on my school days. My school gave me my best friends, friends I would keep for the rest of my life, friends with whom I could share anything with and who wouldn’t judge me, friends who had my back, friends who go to any lengths to help me out and I will go out to any lengths to help them out.
I still remember my 1st day at DPS. Anju ma’am took me to class 3-B where I met the most amazing people whom I have the honour of calling my friends. Coming into a new school and settling in can be very stressful. Especially for a kid who was so shy that he couldn’t even talk properly (that was me BTW). But the way you guys made sure I felt a part of the group was amazing. All my friends were in DPS since Prep. So they were already well set. But welcoming an outsider to the group was just……well…all I can say is “Thank You guys”.
As the time went by we all became a more exclusive group. All of us from Ashok Nagar always hanged out together after school playing cricket or just roaming about looking at girls. I can still remember all of us on our cycles riding through the roads of Ashok Nagar, having cold-drinks in the evening after playing cricket, playing carom at my place, TT at the club, hockey in my room (awesome fun) and many other things like Kittu trying to teach Utkarsh chemistry.
As we grew older we started going to Shyamli and SAIL colonies. Some of my best friends were from these colonies. Too many memories from these places also. Actually too many to point out any one of them.
And there are many memories from school also. Utkarsh and Gagan fighting, Ravi asking me on my 2nd day of school “Nikhil….what’s your name?”(I know for a fact that Ravi won’t remember this), the great red and white bravery award incident, the rakhi tragedy, the class picnics, Uts’s love story, many other love stories also for that matter.
I am what I am today is because of my friends from school. They took a really shy kid who couldn’t even talk when someone he didn’t know was in the room and turned him to one of the most talkative persons. My friends made me believe that I was not just some random kid. I felt special with them. I still feel like I own this world when I meet these guys. Sadly, now it’s not that frequently.
So, in the end I would end this piece by saying that thanks a lot guys….if it wasn’t for you guys, I would have still been a shy kid who would freeze up every time he had to speak with a stranger. I miss you guys a lot. Thanks for all the wonderful memories. And yes, if I had a chance I would surely go back in time and live through school again without any complains.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
In The Loving Memory of BATCH-3
This has to be the hardest post I have written for my blog. When I think of BATCH-3, I remember the day when we all met in that conference room at Interface. It was 18th July 2008. And for the next 1 month, we had a lot of fun.
Now after an year and a half, as Arvind leaves the office, I guess that it’s over for us as BATCH-3. We will always be known as BATCH-3 but now there are very few of us left.
When I look back at the time we all have spent together for the last 18 months or so, I can’t help but smile, infact laugh. I still remember our first outing as a group. It was when we had walked all the way to Inorbit from Interface and at that very time the Electronics results came out. Then came going for movies. And what all movies we saw together. I guess the best one had to be “Rock On” and the worst would be “Heroes” or “Drona” or “CC2C”. I still can’t get why did we went for Heroes or CC2C for that matter.
Then there were the B-n-B (Bowling and Beer). Nearly every weekend meeting up at Phoenix for bowling at COs (which has been closed down) and then moving to Sports Bar or The Brew Bar for drinks. Another vivid memory is of going for the Manchester United v/s Liverpool games to Sports Bar which unfortunately Man-U lost. Infact, Liverpool scored a double over Man-U. It was after the 2nd game, I decided I am never ever going to watch a Man-U match again with my friends (specifically Ari). Then, there were the b’days which were always celebrated with much enthusiasm. The planning for the gifts, the ordering of the cake, the treat, everything was so awesome. The Annual day was also worth remembering. The Daman trip was one trip which is really close to my heart. Amazing times.
And then people started leaving.
The 1st one to go was Karan. My bro in office. He left and went back to Lucknow to help his Dad in business. Right now, he is doing a course in XLRI, Jamshedpur. After you left Karey, there never was a B-n-B combo, it was only bowling.
Then, Anupam left and joined SITM where he doing pretty well for himself.
And then there was a spate of Farewells. Nipun, Liana and Abhishek left in a span of days. Nipun and Abhi went to the States to pursue MS while Liana got into Welingkar’s.
And then there was a lull. As it was, very few of us were left. Jidda was in Logi and me, Ari, Manan, Mark, Santy and Nisha in interface.
But today everything changes. Ari leaves us with a big hole in BATCH-3. Ari, Who is going to book the tickets now? Me and Mark are going to our new Powai Office where we start working from tomorrow. So, that leaves only Manan, Santy and Nisha in Interface as the remains of BATCH-3.
If you ask me, it was the perfect script. We had our run. Today when I look back at the best times I had after school I have a very bittersweet feeling. Sweet because it was unadulterated fun for the last 18 months or so and bitter because today it ends. We will still all meet up once in a while and have fun but still the breakfast, lunch, TT, carom will never be the same. Today while leaving Interface, I felt I was leaving a part of me behind in that office. It seemed as if I was 18 all over again, standing in front of my beloved school and looking at it for the very last time knowing I will be return to visit but never ever study again there. Today I had a similar feeling. I knew I would visit again but not work here.
Some wise person once said “Everything comes to an End”. I guess he was right. As I move on to the new office, Ari to an IIM (dude, you will make it, don’t worry), I look back and feel happy for everyone. Each one got what they wanted. Nisha is finally a DBA, Manan will leave in sometime and join a good MBA college and Santy will move on. After everything is done and dusted, there will always be a table in the cafeteria which will remember BATCH-3 sitting together, talking, cracking jokes, eating and just enjoying without a care in the world….
Now after an year and a half, as Arvind leaves the office, I guess that it’s over for us as BATCH-3. We will always be known as BATCH-3 but now there are very few of us left.
When I look back at the time we all have spent together for the last 18 months or so, I can’t help but smile, infact laugh. I still remember our first outing as a group. It was when we had walked all the way to Inorbit from Interface and at that very time the Electronics results came out. Then came going for movies. And what all movies we saw together. I guess the best one had to be “Rock On” and the worst would be “Heroes” or “Drona” or “CC2C”. I still can’t get why did we went for Heroes or CC2C for that matter.
Then there were the B-n-B (Bowling and Beer). Nearly every weekend meeting up at Phoenix for bowling at COs (which has been closed down) and then moving to Sports Bar or The Brew Bar for drinks. Another vivid memory is of going for the Manchester United v/s Liverpool games to Sports Bar which unfortunately Man-U lost. Infact, Liverpool scored a double over Man-U. It was after the 2nd game, I decided I am never ever going to watch a Man-U match again with my friends (specifically Ari). Then, there were the b’days which were always celebrated with much enthusiasm. The planning for the gifts, the ordering of the cake, the treat, everything was so awesome. The Annual day was also worth remembering. The Daman trip was one trip which is really close to my heart. Amazing times.
And then people started leaving.
The 1st one to go was Karan. My bro in office. He left and went back to Lucknow to help his Dad in business. Right now, he is doing a course in XLRI, Jamshedpur. After you left Karey, there never was a B-n-B combo, it was only bowling.
Then, Anupam left and joined SITM where he doing pretty well for himself.
And then there was a spate of Farewells. Nipun, Liana and Abhishek left in a span of days. Nipun and Abhi went to the States to pursue MS while Liana got into Welingkar’s.
And then there was a lull. As it was, very few of us were left. Jidda was in Logi and me, Ari, Manan, Mark, Santy and Nisha in interface.
But today everything changes. Ari leaves us with a big hole in BATCH-3. Ari, Who is going to book the tickets now? Me and Mark are going to our new Powai Office where we start working from tomorrow. So, that leaves only Manan, Santy and Nisha in Interface as the remains of BATCH-3.
If you ask me, it was the perfect script. We had our run. Today when I look back at the best times I had after school I have a very bittersweet feeling. Sweet because it was unadulterated fun for the last 18 months or so and bitter because today it ends. We will still all meet up once in a while and have fun but still the breakfast, lunch, TT, carom will never be the same. Today while leaving Interface, I felt I was leaving a part of me behind in that office. It seemed as if I was 18 all over again, standing in front of my beloved school and looking at it for the very last time knowing I will be return to visit but never ever study again there. Today I had a similar feeling. I knew I would visit again but not work here.
Some wise person once said “Everything comes to an End”. I guess he was right. As I move on to the new office, Ari to an IIM (dude, you will make it, don’t worry), I look back and feel happy for everyone. Each one got what they wanted. Nisha is finally a DBA, Manan will leave in sometime and join a good MBA college and Santy will move on. After everything is done and dusted, there will always be a table in the cafeteria which will remember BATCH-3 sitting together, talking, cracking jokes, eating and just enjoying without a care in the world….
Friday, March 19, 2010
THE IPL Experience
Disclaimer: The events listed below are absolutely true.
So the IPL is back for season 3 and thankfully it’s being held in India this time around. Every team is looking strong this time apart from Rajasthan Royals.
Anyways I was at the Brabourne for the Mumbai Indians VS Rajasthan Royals game, which can very well turn out to be the match of the season.
Now, you will think that it very simple to go for a IPL match. Just get the tickets and turn up at the stadium and that’s it.
Well, my dear friends, the only problem is it’s not that simple.
So we or should I say THE PLANNER thought of going for this match. It was Mumbai Indians first match and all of us except for 1 or 2 (maybe) support MI. It just felt right.
So when the tickets finally came online, we started to ask people who were interested in coming for the match. The tickets were priced starting from Rs. 500 and onwards. Initially, we were thinking of going for the 1000 bucks ticket. But, 1 of us said a firm “NO” (called “CHINDI” from here on in) which was right in the end but at that time it felt as if he was acting a bit stingy. So, it was decided that we will buy the 500 bucks ticket. But still after that, we didn’t have the COUNT.
The COUNT can be defined as the number of people who want to come for the match. The COUNT is also of two types:
1) Accurate Count: This type of COUNT refers to people who eventually turned up for the match which was 19 in our case.
2) Initial Count: This is the number of people who said at first that they will be there. But some have emergencies on that very day of the game which they had forgotten while saying “YES” in the 1st place.
3) Unexpected Increase: This in essence is not a type of COUNT but consists of the people who just say “I want to come for the game tomorrow”. Well, for starters, my advice for such people is that please receive your calls and even if you don’t, call back on the number.
So one fine morning a month before the match, we booked our tickets. While booking tickets, we had to keep in mind all the permutations and combinations like “If she/he is coming, only then I am coming” and “if she/he‘s coming I am not coming”. So we booked 9 tickets for us and another 10 for LAMBU’s Friends.
So after booking the tickets, we suddenly realized that we haven’t asked one of our friends who doesn’t work with us anymore (called EX-EMPLOYEE from here on in). So, we asked her/him. She/he said “YES”. And just like that we were two tickets short. Now, you will ask how 2 tickets short! Didn’t he just write “they asked one of his friends”?? Well, the answer to that question is there was another friend of ours who had said that if the friend we had asked to come will come then, she/he would also come. I know it sounds pretty confusing. But, come on use your grey cells for crying out loud. But, then one of our friends from office backed out. So, we had 1 ticket free and we just assumed because of the earlier Permutations and combinations that another friend of ours won’t come (called “UNDECIDED” from here on in). So we gave their tickets to our other two friends mentioned above. But, you should never ever in a zillion years ASSUME anything. ASSUME: ASS+U+ME….even the word says “Don’t bloody ASSUME”… so “UNDECIDED” said she/he wanted to come. So, again we were back at being 1 ticket short. We let the situation simmer for sometime as we were pretty sure that someone will backout in the end. And one of our friends did, so we were again at the same count. All tickets had a person’s name on it.
And then came the twist. The evening before the game one of our other friends (called “LATE LAATIF” from here on in) comes up and says “what about the tickets, dude? I so want to come for the match”. So dumbass, receive your calls when we call you. He was the unexpected increase as mentioned above. So the evening before the match we are all of a sudden a ticket short. After a lot of backroom politics, like CHINDI calling up UNDECIDED and asking him/her to come so that LATE-LAATIF won’t get to come. Finally, we came to know that the friend “UNDECIDED” has finally decided not to come for match. So that ticket was snapped up by “LATE LAATIF”.
So, finally the match day was here. We had decided to meet up at the stadium gates by 1300 hrs because the seats we booked were in the stand where there was “FREE SEATING”. So before that me, “THE PLANNER” (the guy/girl who had planned everything) and my other friend “KHAZAKISTAN” met up for lunch. As we were scouting for the Gate no. 7 we saw a guy selling MI jerseys. Me and THE PLANNER got ourselves MI jerseys for 200 bucks…(I know….True Story). Then we picked up our other Friend “HARDWORKER” from Churchgate and finally reached Gate No. 7. There we saw our friends “LAMBU”, “STUD” and CHINDI waiting for us. Now, CHINDI is RR’s supporters so he was not cool about our jerseys. And then the most embarrassing thing happened. CHINDI pointed out that the “A” was missing from “Adidas” making it “Didas” on the jersey. Anyways after we were made fun of, we gave a few interviews to some News Channels (Hope you guys saw me on TV), we realized it was already 1400 hrs and we might not get good seats. And we couldn’t go in because EX-EMPLOYEE and LATE LAATIF hadn’t come yet. So, a decision was made after CHINDI kept complaining that I and THE PLANNER will wait for the people who hadn’t come yet while the rest of them would go in and get good seats. After this was decided we called up LATE LAATIF and asked him where he was. He said he was nearby and will reach before the match started. But Alas, that was not true. In reality he was still a long way from the stadium. Also, LATE LAATIF told us that he had stomach ache or something and wasn’t feeling well. Finally, around 1445 hrs EX-EMPLOYEE reached the stadium and I escorted him/her inside the stadium. We met up with our friends there. I felt really bad for leaving behind THE PLANNER to wait for LATE LAATIF but I also didn’t want to miss the action. In the meantime, THE PLANNER standing outside the stadium was pissed off at LATE LAATIF and to spend his/her time updated his Facebook status. I saw LATE LAATIF and THE PLANNER in the stands after 5 overs were already bowled. As soon as LATE LAATIF sat down or should I say stood in front of us Sachin got out! We already wanted to beat LATE LAATIF up and this gave us a good enough reason to beat (as if arriving like royalty 2 hours late wasn’t enough) him/her. It seemed as if LATE LAATIF just couldn’t sit. The people sitting next to him actually got scared and changed their seats. The people behind kept on telling him to sit but he just couldn’t. Maybe his ASS was hurting.
As the match continued, CHINDI went through various expressions of disappointment as MI batsmen were murdering the RR bowlers. So to please himself, CHINDI kept staring at the cheerleaders and waving out to them to keep his spirits up.
Then came Yousuf Pathan and scored a century of 37 balls and CHINDI had the smuggest expression on his face. But thankfully Pathan got out. The last over was very tense. As Malinga was warming up, EX-EMPLOYEE started shouting “MALINGA, MALINGA”, we joined in, then the whole stand started shouting and then the whole stadium. For 6 deliveries, we shouted ourselves hoarse “MALINGA MALINGA MALINGA!!” When MI finally won it was pure Joy and relief. In the earlier seasons MI had snatched defeat from the jaws of Victory but finally they had won a close game. We waited till the presentation was over. Then we left.
All in all it was an amazing experience. There were a few lessons to be learnt in man-management which we all will keep in mind going forward. But, come on it was the game to watch this season.
P.S: This blog has been inspired by the fakeiplplayer’s Blog.
So the IPL is back for season 3 and thankfully it’s being held in India this time around. Every team is looking strong this time apart from Rajasthan Royals.
Anyways I was at the Brabourne for the Mumbai Indians VS Rajasthan Royals game, which can very well turn out to be the match of the season.
Now, you will think that it very simple to go for a IPL match. Just get the tickets and turn up at the stadium and that’s it.
Well, my dear friends, the only problem is it’s not that simple.
So we or should I say THE PLANNER thought of going for this match. It was Mumbai Indians first match and all of us except for 1 or 2 (maybe) support MI. It just felt right.
So when the tickets finally came online, we started to ask people who were interested in coming for the match. The tickets were priced starting from Rs. 500 and onwards. Initially, we were thinking of going for the 1000 bucks ticket. But, 1 of us said a firm “NO” (called “CHINDI” from here on in) which was right in the end but at that time it felt as if he was acting a bit stingy. So, it was decided that we will buy the 500 bucks ticket. But still after that, we didn’t have the COUNT.
The COUNT can be defined as the number of people who want to come for the match. The COUNT is also of two types:
1) Accurate Count: This type of COUNT refers to people who eventually turned up for the match which was 19 in our case.
2) Initial Count: This is the number of people who said at first that they will be there. But some have emergencies on that very day of the game which they had forgotten while saying “YES” in the 1st place.
3) Unexpected Increase: This in essence is not a type of COUNT but consists of the people who just say “I want to come for the game tomorrow”. Well, for starters, my advice for such people is that please receive your calls and even if you don’t, call back on the number.
So one fine morning a month before the match, we booked our tickets. While booking tickets, we had to keep in mind all the permutations and combinations like “If she/he is coming, only then I am coming” and “if she/he‘s coming I am not coming”. So we booked 9 tickets for us and another 10 for LAMBU’s Friends.
So after booking the tickets, we suddenly realized that we haven’t asked one of our friends who doesn’t work with us anymore (called EX-EMPLOYEE from here on in). So, we asked her/him. She/he said “YES”. And just like that we were two tickets short. Now, you will ask how 2 tickets short! Didn’t he just write “they asked one of his friends”?? Well, the answer to that question is there was another friend of ours who had said that if the friend we had asked to come will come then, she/he would also come. I know it sounds pretty confusing. But, come on use your grey cells for crying out loud. But, then one of our friends from office backed out. So, we had 1 ticket free and we just assumed because of the earlier Permutations and combinations that another friend of ours won’t come (called “UNDECIDED” from here on in). So we gave their tickets to our other two friends mentioned above. But, you should never ever in a zillion years ASSUME anything. ASSUME: ASS+U+ME….even the word says “Don’t bloody ASSUME”… so “UNDECIDED” said she/he wanted to come. So, again we were back at being 1 ticket short. We let the situation simmer for sometime as we were pretty sure that someone will backout in the end. And one of our friends did, so we were again at the same count. All tickets had a person’s name on it.
And then came the twist. The evening before the game one of our other friends (called “LATE LAATIF” from here on in) comes up and says “what about the tickets, dude? I so want to come for the match”. So dumbass, receive your calls when we call you. He was the unexpected increase as mentioned above. So the evening before the match we are all of a sudden a ticket short. After a lot of backroom politics, like CHINDI calling up UNDECIDED and asking him/her to come so that LATE-LAATIF won’t get to come. Finally, we came to know that the friend “UNDECIDED” has finally decided not to come for match. So that ticket was snapped up by “LATE LAATIF”.
So, finally the match day was here. We had decided to meet up at the stadium gates by 1300 hrs because the seats we booked were in the stand where there was “FREE SEATING”. So before that me, “THE PLANNER” (the guy/girl who had planned everything) and my other friend “KHAZAKISTAN” met up for lunch. As we were scouting for the Gate no. 7 we saw a guy selling MI jerseys. Me and THE PLANNER got ourselves MI jerseys for 200 bucks…(I know….True Story). Then we picked up our other Friend “HARDWORKER” from Churchgate and finally reached Gate No. 7. There we saw our friends “LAMBU”, “STUD” and CHINDI waiting for us. Now, CHINDI is RR’s supporters so he was not cool about our jerseys. And then the most embarrassing thing happened. CHINDI pointed out that the “A” was missing from “Adidas” making it “Didas” on the jersey. Anyways after we were made fun of, we gave a few interviews to some News Channels (Hope you guys saw me on TV), we realized it was already 1400 hrs and we might not get good seats. And we couldn’t go in because EX-EMPLOYEE and LATE LAATIF hadn’t come yet. So, a decision was made after CHINDI kept complaining that I and THE PLANNER will wait for the people who hadn’t come yet while the rest of them would go in and get good seats. After this was decided we called up LATE LAATIF and asked him where he was. He said he was nearby and will reach before the match started. But Alas, that was not true. In reality he was still a long way from the stadium. Also, LATE LAATIF told us that he had stomach ache or something and wasn’t feeling well. Finally, around 1445 hrs EX-EMPLOYEE reached the stadium and I escorted him/her inside the stadium. We met up with our friends there. I felt really bad for leaving behind THE PLANNER to wait for LATE LAATIF but I also didn’t want to miss the action. In the meantime, THE PLANNER standing outside the stadium was pissed off at LATE LAATIF and to spend his/her time updated his Facebook status. I saw LATE LAATIF and THE PLANNER in the stands after 5 overs were already bowled. As soon as LATE LAATIF sat down or should I say stood in front of us Sachin got out! We already wanted to beat LATE LAATIF up and this gave us a good enough reason to beat (as if arriving like royalty 2 hours late wasn’t enough) him/her. It seemed as if LATE LAATIF just couldn’t sit. The people sitting next to him actually got scared and changed their seats. The people behind kept on telling him to sit but he just couldn’t. Maybe his ASS was hurting.
As the match continued, CHINDI went through various expressions of disappointment as MI batsmen were murdering the RR bowlers. So to please himself, CHINDI kept staring at the cheerleaders and waving out to them to keep his spirits up.
Then came Yousuf Pathan and scored a century of 37 balls and CHINDI had the smuggest expression on his face. But thankfully Pathan got out. The last over was very tense. As Malinga was warming up, EX-EMPLOYEE started shouting “MALINGA, MALINGA”, we joined in, then the whole stand started shouting and then the whole stadium. For 6 deliveries, we shouted ourselves hoarse “MALINGA MALINGA MALINGA!!” When MI finally won it was pure Joy and relief. In the earlier seasons MI had snatched defeat from the jaws of Victory but finally they had won a close game. We waited till the presentation was over. Then we left.
All in all it was an amazing experience. There were a few lessons to be learnt in man-management which we all will keep in mind going forward. But, come on it was the game to watch this season.
P.S: This blog has been inspired by the fakeiplplayer’s Blog.
Friday, February 5, 2010
A New Blog
I know it has been long, infact make that really long since I updated my blog. But I finally decided to update my blog.
It seems a lot is happening these days. Especially the Shiv Sena gunning for anyone they think can get them some primetime airwaves. Be it attacking Sachin Tendulkar who said “Mumbai belongs to all”, to SRK for saying he would have wanted Pakistan players for his IPL team, to Saif Ali Khan not deserving a Padma Shree, to Mukesh Ambani for again saying that Mumbai belongs to all Indians, to Aamir and then finally Rahul Gandhi and even calling P. Chidambaram “Home Minister of Pakistan”. The Sena needs political leverage of some kind after they suffered massive defeats in the Lok Sabha elections and then the Maharastra State Assembly elections which saw them reduced to the junior partner status in the Sena-BJP coalition. So it seems they have taken to take pot shots on all famous personalities.
The Rahul Gandhi episode was the worst one. There was no need of making a comment about the NSG commandos. On 26/11, it was not only Mumbai which was under attack but it was India as a whole which was under attack. The NSG commandos defended India that day no matter which state they hailed from. The speech in which Rahul Gandhi commented on this issue was delievered in Bihar. With the State Elections due in Bihar this November it seems as if he was just trying to sway the voters towards Congress. And then he was called a frustrated 36 year old bachelor. What good did it do apart from nearly dividing the defense forces on regional lines and showing to which level our esteemed politicians can stoop to?
And if Rahul Gandhi is so concerned about the non-maharastrians residing in Maharastra, why doesn’t he ask the state government which is of Congress do something about it? Something seems fishy in this controversy.
Moving on, I never knew that only 1411 tigers were left in India. Wow. The National Animal is on the verge of extinction just like the national game hockey. I have seen tigers in national reserves like Kanha and Pench (both in M.P.) and tigers are one of the most royal of animals. When you look at them in the wild, you feel insignificant in front of them. This is one animal which has to be saved at any cost.
Apart from these there’s the India-South Africa test series starting in a few days. With no Dravid and Yuvraj it would be a difficult task for the Indians to beat the Proteas. Hope the Indian batsmen can come to the party.
And with that, I will end this piece.
P.S: Manchester United showed why they are the champions last weekend when they tore apart Arsenal at the Emirates. Special mention for Wayne Rooney who scored his 100th EPL goal. Go, ROONEY!!
And congrats to Roger Federer for sweet 16. Murray put it really well when he was on verge of tears “I can cry like Roger, it’s a shame I can’t play like him.” I am definitely supporting Murray when he gets to a final not featuring Federer at the other end of the court.
Disclaimer: This was written on the 4th Feb night.
It seems a lot is happening these days. Especially the Shiv Sena gunning for anyone they think can get them some primetime airwaves. Be it attacking Sachin Tendulkar who said “Mumbai belongs to all”, to SRK for saying he would have wanted Pakistan players for his IPL team, to Saif Ali Khan not deserving a Padma Shree, to Mukesh Ambani for again saying that Mumbai belongs to all Indians, to Aamir and then finally Rahul Gandhi and even calling P. Chidambaram “Home Minister of Pakistan”. The Sena needs political leverage of some kind after they suffered massive defeats in the Lok Sabha elections and then the Maharastra State Assembly elections which saw them reduced to the junior partner status in the Sena-BJP coalition. So it seems they have taken to take pot shots on all famous personalities.
The Rahul Gandhi episode was the worst one. There was no need of making a comment about the NSG commandos. On 26/11, it was not only Mumbai which was under attack but it was India as a whole which was under attack. The NSG commandos defended India that day no matter which state they hailed from. The speech in which Rahul Gandhi commented on this issue was delievered in Bihar. With the State Elections due in Bihar this November it seems as if he was just trying to sway the voters towards Congress. And then he was called a frustrated 36 year old bachelor. What good did it do apart from nearly dividing the defense forces on regional lines and showing to which level our esteemed politicians can stoop to?
And if Rahul Gandhi is so concerned about the non-maharastrians residing in Maharastra, why doesn’t he ask the state government which is of Congress do something about it? Something seems fishy in this controversy.
Moving on, I never knew that only 1411 tigers were left in India. Wow. The National Animal is on the verge of extinction just like the national game hockey. I have seen tigers in national reserves like Kanha and Pench (both in M.P.) and tigers are one of the most royal of animals. When you look at them in the wild, you feel insignificant in front of them. This is one animal which has to be saved at any cost.
Apart from these there’s the India-South Africa test series starting in a few days. With no Dravid and Yuvraj it would be a difficult task for the Indians to beat the Proteas. Hope the Indian batsmen can come to the party.
And with that, I will end this piece.
P.S: Manchester United showed why they are the champions last weekend when they tore apart Arsenal at the Emirates. Special mention for Wayne Rooney who scored his 100th EPL goal. Go, ROONEY!!
And congrats to Roger Federer for sweet 16. Murray put it really well when he was on verge of tears “I can cry like Roger, it’s a shame I can’t play like him.” I am definitely supporting Murray when he gets to a final not featuring Federer at the other end of the court.
Disclaimer: This was written on the 4th Feb night.
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