Doing the RIGHT thing Vs doing what you WANT to do...

While in an effort to try and explain a lot of things that I do, a lot of decisions that I made and a sort of self-convincing that what I did was for the good, I realized the subtle differences between the things we do and how hard it actually is to do the right thing. So I concluded that it’s about time that I did a bit of a philosophical post.

Gyan Funda: As far as I have seen, whatever we do can be categorized into two things: Things that we WANT to do and Things that are the RIGHT thing to do

I have noticed that many a time, we want to do something and it’s not the right thing to do at that moment. And most of the times, we don’t want to do the right thing because it is not favorable to us. Unfortunately for me (and very fortunately for others around me), I have always wanted and have tried to do the right thing. Of course, I haven’t been completely successful at it, but, so far, the times that I actually indulged in doing the wrong thing that I wanted to do are quite few and very less damaging. And to be frank, I haven’t regretted doing any of the “right” things that I have done even though I may have wondered why I am doing it at the time of actually doing it.


Anyways, let’s get back to the point. I will depict what I want to say, with the following Venn diagram:
 

Things we want to do: These are things that we really desire and are positively favorable to us. 70% of the times, this thing involves a small loss or negative effect to others around us.

The right thing to do: These are the right thing to do in a particular situation. This means that outside the scenario, they may not seem right. And most of the times (approx 58%), this does not have any positive effect on the one doing it.

We want to do and is the right thing: This is the ideal situation wherein you want to do it and it’s also the right thing to do. This kind of “things” are actually rare.

Now why did I go to this extent to describe it? Coz of my belief. I believe that true satisfaction/ happiness/ peace of mind come by doing the right thing, even when it’s not what we want to do. When we do what we want to do, we are content but this is short lived if what we did was not the right thing (unless ofcourse, you are completely conscience-free and you are not like me who feels guilty for the smallest of hurt given to others) Doing the right thing may be hard coz of the situation or how it affects you and may not feel grateful in anyway. But in the long run, having done such things are the true key to happiness.

For the very few who are actually reading this and wondering what I am blabbering about, a hypothetical situation would probably help you understand. And to make sure you comprehend correctly, I have thought of a scenario that you can easily relate yourself to - Consider you have two very good friends of which one is a male and another is a female and both of them are interested in each other. Now, as a mutual good friend to both, you realize that the closer to each other they get, the farther they will move away from you (And you can’t really blame them for it coz they won’t be doing it intentionally). At this point, you have a chance to talk either/ both out of it and they would listen to you if they didn't know your true motive. And considering the alternative, you would probably want to do it too. But the question is, is that the right thing to do? Will you really be able to do it and be happy about it for long? If you are like me, you would answer no. And that’s when you realize the difference between doing things that you want and doing the right thing.

A long time back, I had written the following lines that describes this. A lot of ppl didn’t understand then. Hopefully, they would be able to do so now:

Kabhi aata hai zindagi mein aisa bhi ek pal,
Jab tumare ek galati se mil sakti ho kushi,
Ek pal jisme tum ji sakte ho poori zindagi,
Us pal mein ho saken tumara sapna sach,
Aisa pal jo tumare intezaar ka jawab ho,
Tumara barson ke kwaab ho,
Par us galati se is pal ko zindagi bar pachtaoge,
Ye jaanke bhi kya tum us galati ko kar paaoge?

So, always remember to do the right thing even if it hurts you a bit. You never know how much that would help you in the long run. And trust me on this, it will… even if it takes a bit longer to realize…

Two States...

I recently read the book Two states by Chetan Bhagat… As usual, a bit of a prelude before I start telling about the book... I haven’t read any of Chetan Bhagat’s books before… But I knew every title… From everyone around me… which is very surprising… coz ppl around me are definitely not the bookworms that I consider myself to be… and yet all of them had read almost all his books… to put things into perspective, here is an encounter between me and my friend (A):

A: Hey, have you read the latest book by Chetan Bhagat?
Moi: Chetan who?
A: Are! The guy who wrote five point something and one night @ the call center and the three mistakes of my life!!
Moi: Ah.. that guy… so he has released another book?
A: Yes and it is supposed to be very good. So I and two of my team mates have each bought the book.
Moi: Why would three of you in the same team buy the same book? Couldn’t you guys buy 3 different books and thereby read more at the same price?
A: No, I really wanted to buy this book. It’s more like a collection…
Moi: Oh, so you have his other books too?
A: No, this is the first book. Although I have read all his other books
Moi: So you are starting the collection with this book? Are his books that good?
A: Actually, five point something is the only book I liked. One night at the call center was just okay.
Moi: ?!?!?!?

So, as you can see, when A gave me the book, I had an over-hyped author’s under-expected book… But what was unexpected was that it was actually good. Or maybe I have just become a bit rusty with my reading… or maybe it’s the genre that I didn’t have much exposure to... Whatever may be the reason, the book seemed to hold me…

For one, the stereotypical description of tamilian and punjabis were actually hilarious and some of them I had actually experienced myself (directly or indirectly). Probably, the love story involving inter-region marriage evoked some deep hidden fantasy - The prospect of parents not accepting but the duo still not wanting to fight & run away from parents struck right at home (Not that I have anything planned like that now or the near future or that I am in any such situation. But if at any point in future, I do happen to be in a similar situation, I would try to convince my parents too) And the portrayal of the Chennai auto wala’s was actually an understatement :P

So much for the good of the book… So where does this awe wane off? That would be some places in between where the guy is trying to win the hearts of the girl’s parents… some pretty easily guessable scenarios… and the major thing would obviously be the ending… as usual… not that it was the expected… but coz it did not hold a strong reason… Without trying to break the “twist” in the story, I will try to explain what I felt went wrong. This might actually be a spoiler and I refrain you from reading further unless you have already read the book. 

The whole book shows the father and the son not meeting eye and arguing over everything. Then, with no special deed done by the son, or for no strong reason to like the girl, why would the father do what he did? How did the father-son love and affection suddenly bloom and surface? Except for the logical flaw on that part, the book is worth a read.

Rating: Read if you want to pass time

The girl of my dreams...

Before you jump to conclusions, let me clarify... The title is intentionally misleading... and no... I haven’t found anyone yet... actually, I m not at all looking for anyone... so it's fine... that brings us to what I am writing...

A bit of a prelude before I start... Like all guys, I have had numerous crushes and I still do (Any guy saying he hasn’t had a crush yet is definitely lying and any guy reading this and still denying it is actually thinking “Damn him!!! Y did he have to tell the truth like this!!!”)...

Sometimes, I feel I have a crush on every good looking girl that passes by... But like all crushes that I have had, none of them last more than a week or so... except one... my last crush is so humongous (I mean the crush, not the person!!!) that I haven’t gotten over it still... and its almost a year now... All those who are starting to think I m a loser for having a crush for such a long time and not doing anything should take some deep breaths, calm down and read what I wrote.. it’s a CRUSH.. Just a crush... Nothing less, nothing more... So what if my heart stops every time she passes by... What if my heart suddenly starts beating faster when she smiles... What if I cant look away from her eyes... What if all I want to do is just sit with her and look at her glowing face... Ahem... Like I said, it's just a crush... And I m quite sure of that...

Besides, there are too many factors that ensure that this will remain a crush (Apart from certain choices of mine, there s also the age and marital status of the crush that s quite bothersome and somehow also includes the fact that a very good friend of mine shares the same intensity of crush for that person...)

Now back to the main story... I had a dream today morning involving the crush (henceforth known simply as C to prevent any kind of discomfort to the crush), the very good friend mentioned earlier (P), another very good friend (A), some unknown friend who I can feel is beside me but cant recognize who it is (X) and at later stages of the dream, a recently made kid sister (N)...

A Note before I start: All descriptions are as far as I can remember from the dream and since it’s a dream it may not make any sense whatsoever...

Here it goes...
Me, P, A and X are coming out of a theater in some mall... we come out and immediately find C standing there looking for someone. We exchange pleasantries and start talking general stuff... that’s when C mentions that she was doing shopping and that it was her & her hubby’s birthday the next day (which for some reason is Jan 30)... I look at P and share a smile... We knew that... we know everything about her (it’s a dream so we are allowed to be over confident about things :P)

All of us start walking together and that’s when we come across a small attraction... like the ones in the amusement parks and exhibitions... this one is a bit different... there is a screen on which some old video is going on... suddenly it’s like a quiz of optical illusions... a picture comes up and I just know what they are asking even though the question is not written anywhere or being read out by anyone... and there are buttons in front that I can press and give the answer with... One picture is slightly darkened and has a group of ppl in it; some sitting and some standing and I know that the question is whether the person sitting in the middle is an old lady or an old guy... I press the answer for old lady and it turns out to be an old guy... and I suddenly realize that I have already taken this before and I had given the same wrong answer earlier too... After that the game seemed very boring and I just answered anything; some right, some wrong...

After that, I, P, A & X came out and found C lying on a sofa outside the exit (a sofa that resembled the one in many office receptions)... Hearing us come, C got up and feeling a bit embarrassed, said that she was very tired and that it had never happened before that she had fallen asleep like this after coming for an outing... for some reason P and I knew that she had already done it once (I mean going out somewhere and then falling asleep)... I gave a knowing glance to P who was smiling again, letting him know, I too remember that she had done it before...

Soon the topic changed to leaving and when I asked where we had to go, P said "Mahabalipuram" (Which is actually a place near Chennai, connected by the East Coast Road, better known as ECR and known for the pleasant long ride)

It's then I realized that we had only two bikes – mine and P’s and there were 6 of us. This is where I noticed the presence of N in the situation. Debating whether to leave a good friend like A and pick up C or leave C with P and take A, I was also wondering how come there is a Mahabalipuram in Bangalore... That's when P suggested that I drop N. That was a bolt from the blue.. coz I had never considered dropping N... Completely shocked, I asked why and P said that she needed to go to KR Puram (which is so close to where I stay that it can be considered that I stay there)... N too pleaded "Yes Vivek, please drop me at KR Puram"...

And that's when the disaster got averted thanks to my roomie S and I woke up with a start... I say disaster coz knowing P and his effect on women and considering my luck (or the complete lack of it), I knew that the dream could have ended with A & C both going with P or any other outcome that I would later on wish I had been in P's place...

Now that you have completely wasted your time reading this, I will tell you the only good thing I can think of... I can finally... truthfully... honestly... say... that C is the girl of my dreams :P :P :P

The more things change, the more they remain the same...

When I read this somewhere, the first thought that came to my mind was - how paradoxical... or at the very least, self-contradictory... But then, when I thought some more, I realized it is indeed true... With changing time, situations change, people change, our perceptions change and even our earlier decisions and principles... So what remains the same? In the end, we do... We are still here, doing what we do.. Maybe differently, but to achieve the same thing... So, what changes is the means but not the end result... And without the change, we wouldn't be able to achieve the end at all... Change is to just to adapt what we do and how we are so that we can continue to remain how we are and do what we do...

For all those who think I have gone bonkers (which I have, but not to be mistaken by this), here is a real life example... In the beginning, people used to be in touch with Snail Mails, Telegraphs, then telephones, then mobiles, and now the internet; chat and email... So much has changed... But all this change hasn't changed the reason - communication... It might have made communicating faster and easier and cheaper, but it's still just a means for communication... Likewise, weapons have changed, but wars haven't... Variety of food has changed but not the hunger... The meaning of power has changed but not the greed... Lifestyles have changed but not lives... The more things change, the more they remain the same... Yes... Indeed...

Queen of Hearts...

Okay... This is getting a bit out of hand now... If I post this, it would mean that officially, Abel has posted more than me on MY OWN blog!!! So, why am I doing it? Because of one small thing... he writes it the way I feel it. I read what he has written and I know exactly what he means coz I felt the same.. the same feelings, the same intensity, the same situation... Abel - Kudos to you...
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The birthday that took long to end…..

Wat if ur bday took long to finish, how wud u like it? Ok I knw thts a stupid question to evn consider. Ne1 wud love it, tats y keep ur bdays on weekdays(hehe). N guess wat the Lady got hers extended (the name Lady was a lil injustice so accrdin to a few now it is Queen of hearts aka Queen,lazy to type the whole name always). So finally again the day came for us to b wid each othr. Ooh the waiting finally ovr (although it was jus one day away frm the prev togetherness,it felt lyk it was ages ago).

The planning was done widout the queens knowledge. Queen had left home early the prev nite of her bday. V wr getting ready (to leave office),the ladies man,fairy girl and V man(the reason V man has the name V bcos he is VERY for everydin,very swt ,very considerate, very ……) had left for gift hunting which the ladies man already had in mind. The macho man n me had work so a lil delayd v left office. Got the cake and den a small idea popped in his head, 101 roses to sum1 spl(cool heh, mixed roses). On our way to NGV, v pit stopped for a meeting with the othr 3 and had a snack. And off to NGV.

Waiting at the terrace, v wr doin the necessary prep for the party.11.55 pm th fairy girl wen to call the bday gal, our queen for the lil surprise which was so unexpected cos he had already slept off. She came up wid a lil surprise on her face,which led to the cake. She made her wish and tastd the cake which was on the face,not jus hers but all of ours, even our clothes wr not spared. The love n excitement was taken to a level tat, all of us wr xtra swt tat day (not oly cos of the cake but also bcos of the hearts tat wr content tat v cud express the love).

Wid an additional cake frm her roomies, much more swtness.
With a lil cleanin up, v drifted off to dinner. Tats wen our Mr L makes his entrance with a lil surprise of his own, hand made cake. It was swt and strong ( as strong as our bond, $%&*@ to ne1 who lays an evil eye on our love). Dinner was again with family with a whole hearted content to the tummy.

It was late, n wat happens wen v get late, off to paradise all of us 2gether. Deciding not to sleep, we snugged close to each othr and I drifted off to sleep, in the comfort tat I hvnt felt for a while b4 they came into ma lyf. Woken up and carried along wid Mr L for another surprise to our queen, huge bouquets for her cube. Ooh she must ve felt lyk sittin in a garden. Off to office and a lil more to wait for the party,the next day. Yet again met her in her cube, she lyk a cute swthrt with the news clothes gifted to her. She was happy and trust me the joy in her eyes made her so beautiful tat ne1 wud ve longed for her.

And yet again v met again n wen for shopping, a small huntin for the ladies man, for his sis weddin. You knw something, thr r ppl in this world,who wear nedin n they look dashin,he was one f dem(m so jealous). The evil V man, yet again had a plan which I was on the receiving end of it(u ll get to knw it a lil later at the party).And a huge dinner in chinese, exquisitely good. And again off to sleep, waiting for the party.

The day startd off wid the ladies man n macho man, gift hunting for the queen,yet again. At tyms u feel tat watevr u give for a person if nvr enuf, and trust me dey do give a lot. Followd by a lil cleanin and again collecting the gift. V wr back decoratin the paradise further more for the queen. As she entered to the paradise evn more surprised to the huge heart of balloons for her(is how big our heart ll look wen combined). The bday is nvr complete widout a card, so a swt card to her (oh god, don cry ,control urself). And here comes a big surprise for me, gifts for me for my bday, which I had gladly kept it a lil silent and in solitude, now it was screamin out loud. A huge card which had greetings for a yr long on all occasions and a whole set of complete wear( jeans, t shrit, jacket and a pair of socks, they missd shoes and inner,hehe kiddin). Ok now I lost it, I was in tears, i cudnt stop maself frm kissin everybody. Got so carried away, it kinda ended up in section 377 for ladies man and macho man.

Off to the booze wid celebration in the hearts. This tym it din take long and v wr already hi on the 2nd round. A lil music n dance, with fairy girl takin the floor so graciously.and den v all to the terrace,so unstable n unsteady, again on top whr the climate was good. I sat along wid fairy girl and shard a lil pain,which eased out a lil on me. With her consolation, again had a bondin tym wid othrs and a fag. The climate was getting cold, so again back down for another round along with some dinner, again prep by the macho man. it gets better everytym he cooks. Again another round for the terrace,but many had slept off. A lil bit of bonding,guess now v can stand for the fevicol ad. Again the chill and tireness,got the best of us and v decided to crash. Prep the bed v slowly drifted off to sleep.

The alarm in ma mob woke sum1 up(sry forgot abt the alarm),but still I slept off. The rest woke up , Mr L prep tea to start the day n den chit chat, wit queens pamperin and massage from many heads on ma back, I din wanna wake up. Again yet another long day ahead wid a lil bidding farewells. I hate it wen this happens Mr L,fairy gal , v man on their way home. And me n ladies man wid a lil shoppin along wid macho and the queen started off wid barista and the provogue next door,literally. Ok shop looting had a meanin now, these guys wen on wit buyin stuff tat caught their eyes. Oh god tat was so funny. Finally ended up getting a few free stuff including a lil earring of hearts. Next was up for a change in look for our ladies man. Ooh the Ranbir look,he was lookin dashing and funk. Slowly it was time for yet again another farewell. V dropped ladies man at the station,as he was leavin for his hometown for a week wit regard to his sis wedding, hopin to meet us thr in another week. Finally we parted our ways, for the day was done. “All tat has a beginning has an end” did make sense now.

U knw something, each day v part, it feels lyk goin away frm a family. Each minute away frm dem meant another struggle wid the world alone. A lot has happened and lot has not happened, but thru out all dis it was feeling of assurance “buddy go ahead, v got ur back”. N wen they re not thr, I feel a lil exposed. Y does god play such games wid a person? Its not of the short tym parting m talkin abt but the parting whr I have to say goodbye to these ppl. It hurts a hell lot and makes me not wanna leave, but I cnt help it cos ma family ve put a lot of effort in this long tym parting plan. If at all I bid ma farewell to you ppl, ll always love you and ll nvr forget tat I had n still have a family lyk dis tat well wished me as much as ma parental family did. Hoping for wats up next, waiting………………..

The weekend that didn't seem to end at all...

Once again, I find myself at loss of words when I read Abel's recounting of what happened... No, it's not really loss of words... It's more like I feel incompetent when I read this.. Like, whatever I may have to express, however I may have thought of penning it down, this guy just supersedes it... So effortlessly, so nicely... No hard feelings... No shame in admitting.. This guy is better when it comes to writing things down... Here is the other part of what happened...

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………. bakhi ki kahani.

Funny thing aint it, lyf is. At tyms u think it over but its not over and here I am again writing my thoughts on it. y?. I don’t knw,cos most things in lyf I do, its jus spontaneous and some things the things I don also. But m not here to talk abt me, its abt the weekend that took a lil LONGER to end.

It was Monday and v wr tired and weary n v r in office. But the weekend had left such an impact on us tht it kept us alive thru out. But the day’s work did a lil heavy load on some, so to change the mood again another plan. Beautiful aint it,how the minds of the trinity(trimurthi) works. Lets go for “Ajab Prem Ki Ghazab Kahani”. Waitin for a while (Funny aint it u feel tym go slow wen u wait for somthin)and it was time to make a move. 3 byks 7 of us and awesome rain, it was already 7.15 pm and the show at 8.00 pm, poor Ladies man waiting in the rain with the tickets(Sry dude). It was a wet ride and cos of tht the V man worked his brain yet again ”postpone to next show”(mind it, tym already 7.55 pm and v r not half way thr,which is doubtfully possible) and Ladies man came to the rescue, skillfully postponed to 9.15 pm(Hallelujah,Dude u the MAN).

Altho still wet and messy, v made it long b4 the postponed show. Ladies man n me went for a breather n b4 that a leak(A man had to go wen a man has to go,the reason I said dis was it was on an open space,very open but dark).Bac in CCD v sat n ordered for a snack, thts wen a slight spark(Oh god,fear kicked in me). The Ladies on fire n guys helpless. Slightly solved v in for movie but ma mind was not thr. I was very disturbd, the thots goin thru was is this it, r v done bein each othrs fav n it did roll a few down my cheek. Hid them and enjoyd the movie, “u jenny god,my god konewala shivmandir, his 3rd eye open I ‘Foosh’”, “Boss sab note 1000 ka hain, aur sab ka no. ek hi hain”.That did cheer the mood. By the end of the movie all had settled down n was getting bac on track (M lighting a candle for u god). Thats wen
I realized the truth, ”You always hurt the one u loved”, if not y wud even bother.
As it was late oly option for dinner was Paradise(yeah goin bac home). So once again all bac to wr it startd. The Macho Man ‘Big bro’ bac to cookin with expertise. The talent of a chef is not wid wat exotic he made but wat he made delicious with wat he had in a jiff, and he was the Man for the job(if I was a girl, I wud fall for him). That was some exquisite dinner, trust me more better than ne restaurant cud feed us. Finally all of to bed, crowded and snugged but to each othr in the hall, even fur ball.

Was it over, HELL NO, the brains work again, lets bunk and do nothing but rest next day. Finally the words of REST n with each othr (music to ma ears, bittersweet symphony). Again all too excited to sleep,thts wen fairy girl asked wat had happnd to ma tragedy n how(nothing compared to theirs). Either cos ma story was so boring or too soothing, every1 drifted to their dreams (I must b a bad story teller).

Next thing I rem was a few ppl not in their beds. Ok it was morning, jus a few mins from noon. Again back to our world of music n stories n philosophy. Cuddling next to each othr, v kept movin d day wishin it cud go a lil bit slow. Yet another tea(giner this tym) frm the Lady to brighten the day.Then a game of spin the bottle startin off wid the Lady with a hard question, n she was honest. The game went on with words of wisdom from the elders (I must be a good interrogator,cos the answers made a lot of sense) n bare truth frm me.

Hungry again (as always) v orderd pizza. Getting prep for lunch, v pulled off small stunts endin with Mr L fallin on his ass. Ooh havin food wid loved ones always drives u to Cloud 9. Now it was tym to separate. With unsuccessful attempts to extend the weekend ne further, but v din wan to provoke fate. So gave it a rest and decided to wind it up. The V man n fairy girl left early for they had long journey ahead. As an occasion was up ahead the Ladies Man had a certain errand to run, he was accompanied by Lady , Macho n L. I had to separate as I was lil behind ma washing n cleanin, so backed out on it. And we separated, hopin and waiting for the next reunion. Waiting……….

My piece of mind on this event…… v r not a group but a family made up of ppl from diff parts of the nation, diff culture and diff mindset yet v r together as whole. It’s a bliss having ppl like this with u, ppl who don’t misunderstand u. As far as my lyf, understanding is easy so also is misunderstanding, which wud u prefer to,to not understand or to not misunderstand. Neways m blessed with a mature ppl lookin after me n ovr me, keepin an eye out for me. Fites do happen in families, so wat it doesn’t mean v r fed up wid each othr, its jus to ventilate a lil bit of exhaustion on the mind. N I doesn’t take tym to resolve issues, so did ours too. In the end all it matters is, wen v r not wid each othr v feel incomplete, doesn’t it mean sumdin. Hell Yeah. Let this love and trust go on n no matter wat lets us jus be thr for each othr. May b now m bein ignorant and childish, but trust me all famous personality wr once ignorant for the reason of success they r now. Compared to theirs mine is jus a simple n small. Here I am again waiting, don knw how long m here wid them, but let it jus stay. Waiting………….

A weekend that was...

I was about to write about one of the best weekends I had ever had... That is until the sweetest & most adorable guy in our group wrote it out better than I ever I could.
Abel means "Breathe" in Hebrew... And what he has written just took my breathe away... A fitting honor and a monument of sorts to the finest time spent with the best of ppl... Abel - We love you!!!


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This is a small piece of ma mind for the weekend.

The characters in this piece are not fictional n they do resemble real ppl. To protect the privacy the synonyms have been used. Forgive for not doin justice to the weekend by such a short description.


A long but short weekend....

I'm tired n weak n ma eyes r heavy. But.....

This was just a planned but probable weekend out. I was unsure it was gonna happen, for i long waited for this weekend. It was supposedly to be my treat and guess wat, it was a booze treat. As Macho Man had named it Vodka-Tequila bash. Cool heh. Trust me it was more than cool, I don think I can do justice to this weekend with my small description of the weekend.

Ladies man had picked me up frm office after a boring day in office to get the LIQUIDs. V wr getting prepared for the nite to go all out with the necessary resources v had planned. V reached home(Macho man’s paradise, where things wr kept in the ryt place for the ryt ppl). Slowly the crowd of 3 had gone upto 7,pretty small crowd heh??, sry u r wrong that was huge crowd any group of 7 could make.

It started with a small gift from the Macho Man as make me realize tat if at all m to US it is 2 study,a parker pen.The prep wr made and all sat together wid the LIQUIDs and SOLIDs. V startd off with vodka and it went smooth with no discrimination made on any basis except Alco & Non-Alco (Just one guy, the V man but in the end he was jus lyk us wasted). It all went smooth and easy and the mood was going off the roof. By the 2nd round the Hi was HI. The music was on n so did the feet moved the ground. The most breath taking was the gracious movements of the (Oh god m outta words to describe this person,ok lets go with Fairy girl, now m feelin silly for using these funny names) Fairy girl and also her “tokens of affection”. She danced so divine and ne1 thr even with 2 left feet would not NOT join her.

Now all wr tired and then the mood was so happy tat the pain inside us popped out. V had tears for v realized tat a part of our lyf was getting lost cos of a loved one in our past. I learnd an inevitable truth ppl cry wen they r hurt n thrs nothing to be ashamed of it. For some reason I din cry n it was doubtful y, may b its tat I din feel such a pain or ma pain was feeble n insignificant from the pain tat I saw in their eyes. It was so emotional, Mr L had left the building cos he couldn’t bear d pain and the Lady too let it all out. It was like kindergarten all over again jus lyk wen d children lost a favorite toy and V man the teacher running around to keep us calm(Poor he). Me being the 2nd youngest (Fur Ball the youngest) and child jus had to run arnd knwin tat I knw oly a lil in lyf. N deep down in inside sumdin kept building in me.

V decided to wash down our system the pain, so the medicine was tequila shots. Trust me dry ones with lime and salt did change our faces and forget the pain. Now v wr hi, so hi tat Macho Man decided to take 50 dips to for a change of SPORT(I barely took 12 dips). The final shot of the day down n Macho Man in the BUCKET(tat was cos physical strain) n more worries n tears frm Fairy girl. Among all this ran our lil Fur Ball, tryin to grasp the essence of the celebration,sorrow or joy.Poor thing, if I cud bark I wud ve told him “bro m along wid u, I don get wats goin on”(Hehe ,jus for the fun).W/o ne1 notice me n Ladies Man snuck out for a fag n poor thing he was pulled in bac by Fairy girl,I was smart hid from her view. N den me, lady n macho man stood out in the rain had a chit chat abt the stupidities in our lyfs and some crap lyk tat hehe. V wr now cold n inside v snugged next to each othr and tats all I rem of the day, I drifted off to sleep, may b bcos I wanted to live in this moment of bliss tat I was goin thru. The rest of the story frm ladies man would do justice to tat part tat I missed.

It was bright again around 11.30 am n tv runnin I dink Mr L was awake. Wake up calls disturbd the mood n all wr awake n wakin each othr. Many disturbed n awake n to lighten up the mood the lady with her glorious Tea for a bright day. Tat did lighten the mood and v wr hungry, so the macho man decided for his hand made chicken n rice, along with some horror 1408. Oh god it was so good, if not for liquor in ma tummy I wud have gone for a few more rounds.

New plans came up and I was pulled in (A colleague of the rest not mine, her marriage reception), which was jus the 10% part of the plan. So v parted our ways for the time being, got geared up for the evenin all looking so dashing (tat includes me, thanks to macho man).The ladies wr more than angels,so enchanting in their sarees,ne1 would ve jus looked at them on n on (Phew tat was hot, sry ladies, honestly clean thoughts). The 10% plan was jus for a few mins n v wr on our way for a classy dinner at Millers 46. Mmmmmmm still mouth watering aroma lingers in ma mind. The diff dishes of sizzlers tat sizzled our mind with a lil fluid to add to taste. Finally at NGV so late around 12.30 am, not ready to part with each othr chit chatting n teasing n recollectin the prev day, which I knw I still hvnt done justice to (sry the liquor had wiped the memories, hehe). That wen the ever brilliant V man comes up with “Ladies! Pack to Macho Man’s place n go office frm thr”. Once again roadies mid nite as if they wr eloping off wid us. Finally home chit chat to The Ring and slowly the tireness of the weekend kicked into our eyes. V drifted, all of us 2gether to our world of dreams(3.30 am with alarms set on 6.45 am).

Next thing in the morning Fairy girl cribin abt her shift allowance hehe n making a move to office. With some good tea from Mr L. N on their ways to the Monday work (F***). All good things last short, n end with a memory to drive us to another good things till it approaches. Even the Fur Ball realized the pain in separation for it din wan us to leave paradise.

I’m tired and weak n ma eyes r heavy. But the ecstasy of the long weekend with the loved ones kept ma mind Hi enuf to face the long n sad day even with a tired n sleepless body. Macho Man has said one of us will fall in love soon enuf, n I dink I did with the whole pack, the pure and unconditional true love called Friendship. Till date ve always prayed tat I wanna fall in love, but this tym I pray don let me fall in love lyk dis with another.

The unbelievable cricket match on Thursday...

Before I start, let’s get some facts straight. I am not a cricket fan. I won’t die for cricket or even lose my sleep/ food over it. And my knowledge on cricket is as much as your understanding of the theory of relativity. Or why the Mayans suddenly disappeared. Or how the universe and life began. But having said that, I can’t believe what a wonderful match it was.

Thursday’s match made even a non-cricket buff like me shiver with excitement and anticipation… with a score of 350, the challenge faced by the Indians were truly commendable and the odds seemed against us (based on my very limited knowledge of the capability, availability and “form” of the Indian players). But what a showmanship by Sachin! I finally understood why Sachin is considered the God of cricket. Here is a guy, 20 yrs into playing cricket, chronologically quite senior in the game(read: old), making records with every run and then going and breaking them himself and still goes ahead scoring half the required runs on his own. On the other hand, we have 9 other players who together couldn’t get the other half of the scores.

I am not sure about India, but Sachin definitely didn’t deserve it. His disappointment was quite evident during the award ceremony. And he should be disappointed. There is only so much that a man can do (considering the responsibility he has on his shoulders and not to mention, the expectation that everyone has on a single person from a team of 11 players!!!)

But what is truly so endearing about Sachin is that he may play lousily in 4-5 matches but in a match that he plays well, he plays so well that everyone forgets the previous bad performances. I think he is the only one capable of such a love-hate reaction. And I think we can all learn a little about humility and humbleness from the way he responded when asked about his driving force to play like he did.

The match was narrowly lost by very bad playing by the others and especially one or two in particular who have consistently proven that they can’t handle the pressure (I am sure you know who I am talking about. Here I would again like to bring your attention to my negative GK abt cricket and hence the avoiding of names)

But, like it was said in Wednesday (and in the tamil version – unnai pol oruvan) the country is plagued by bad memory and irrespective of whether we forgive anyone, we do forget… and life conveniently goes on. After all, India is a country where cricket is given more preference than its national game. And ppl will continue cheering… and continue expecting even more from Sachin… EAT CRICKET, SLEEP CRICKET, LIVE CRICKET! No thanks… I will continue doing other things till I am bitten by the cricketing bug and get the cricket fever…

What am I doing here?

 

Like most things that we do in life, this one doesn’t have a motto. It wasn’t a dream… it wasn’t a goal… it wasn’t planned. Not unreasonable… but not with a reason either. Inspired by others… driven by a sudden urge… faced with a convenient opportunity… This blog is like the pensive from Harry Potter – just a collection of thoughts… Incidents, events, situations… things I can come back to later… things I can relive when I feel like… things I don’t mind telling to complete strangers… my take on things… my point of view… my thoughts… I, me, myself…