Taking Off........

THE IDIOTS

2013-10-15T21:44:00.002+05:30

“Life is a race. Bhaago !! Tez nahi bhaagoge toh you will be like a broken anda.” Famous quote from the meticulous Viru Sahastrabuddhe aka VIRUS in 3 Idiots. True ?? seems like it. Cut throat competition, dwindling markets, dollar doing its ding-dong with the rupee. Hell ! where are we headed to. With the placement season on the horizon, the question becomes all the more gruesome. And like a true MBA, whenever these thoughts cross my mind, I pick up my laptop and open up FACEBOOK & TWITTER. Voila ! The world ain’t that bad either.

Lalu Yadav was finally convicted in the fodderscam. Bovine justice to say the least. But the funny part was the court imposing a fine of 25 lakhs on the convicts. Seriously ?? For a 900 crore scam. Quite a bargain. Tendulkar decided to call it a day on his international career. Wonder what impact it would have on the poor Critics who made a life out of criticising the great man. Still remember Virat Kohli’s statement after the 2011 world cup triumph about the Master- “ He’s carried the weight of 100 crore expectations for two decades on his shoulders. It’s time we carried him on our shoulders ”

The mystery of Asaram’s antics has been touching new heights. From being approached by companies to endorse Viagra products to the demand of his genitals being placed in the Madame Tussauds. Everyone wants a piece of Asaram. But Indian men have always been horny. Grand Masti didn’t gross 100 crores for nothing. The same however can’t be said about Rahul Gandhi though. Lecturing poor villagers in terms of Escape velocity of Jupiter. WDF? He would have been far better off tearing another useless Cabinet bill. kam se kam taaliyaa toh bajti.

But the ROFL moment of the month was Mallika Sherawat feeling offended by a contestant’s facebook picture sitting with two girls. Agreed the man is here to marry you. But what about her makeouts in the elevators, on public beaches, on the roofs and where not. And then they call the Indian men hypocrites. Now that we are talking about TV shows, how could one forget the oh so delightful “Comedy Nights with Kapil” Ain’t it the best feeling to see the entire family having a laugh. A word of caution. Don’t try using the BABA JEE KA THULLU on a girl. You might not get the same response as Kapil does.

And just like that the mind is at peace and out comes another piece of filmy advice. Let’s put the metal on the pedal and as Baba Ranchoddas said “Job ka kya hai. Job toh mil hi jayegi. I guarantee it.”

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Life of an Intern

2013-05-05T20:08:00.002+05:30

When Gmail replaces Facebook as the first tab on your Chrome page, you know life’s gotten busy. When bites of the Leather replace the comfort of Chappals and Sneakers on your feet, you know life’s gotten busy. When you prefer catching an expensive matinee show instead of the cheaper morning one, you know life’s gotten busy. When a few extra hours of sleep replace the things you loved doing most, well, life’s gotten busy.

Life, for sure has changed. For the good or the bad. Well can’t say. The powerpoint skills have improved. So has typing speed on the keyboard. Can’t say the same for Excel though. Abhi bhi Autosum se aage kuch nahi seekha. The checks on the shirts have given way to a range of linen. The late night TV series takes weeks to get over with. Deadlines ki toh Maa ki.. Friday night has become the most celebrated moment of the week. Bottle kholing Daaru pouring..

But all is not gloom in this new phase of life. You have your share of fun too. The smile when you hear your Boss say “Bhenchod !!! Hum Chutiye baithe hai yaha !!!” when the client postpones a meeting. Priceless!! The smirks you exchange with the your mates when the Manager talks about doing it for the Company. The On-going crushes and romances in the cafeteria. The thumping in the Chest when you finally manage a Well Done pat from your Boss.

Woahh. Got a little philosophical. Too much actually. But Who cares. Life ka toh pata nahi, the world has been changing dramatically. The Country is headed for a new Prime Minister who will be either a Pappu or a Feku. Kudos to the nicknames. Sir Jadeja is winning matches for his team. Tusshar Kapoor ko bhi dialogue mil gye yaar ab toh. Sunny Leone is wearing clothes. Formality ke lie hi sahi. So there’s still hope. Life ain’t that bad either. And as they say, like everything else, this too shall pass.

An OdE to the Sessionals....

2012-04-12T23:09:00.004+05:30

Disclaimer: This Article is not a work of fiction...Any resemblance to any place or person,living or dead, would be dead,could be dead...(if you don't click on the like button) is purely "not" co-incidental..I hope you people feel the same elation on this momentous day of our life...The last Sessional...yess guys...Done and dusted...hi5...

I still fondly remember the first year of my B.Tech…After an initial settling in period came the dreaded Exams (yess..at that time the Sessionals deserved that status..)

6 papers in 6 days…that’s so not fair…”saans lene ka bhi time nhi milega” quoted one of my dear friends…”Arey there would be mass bunk the week before the exams(again yess..examss..:P)…Time enough for preparation” came the answer..

Well in the years gone by…the period stretching over three and a half years and as counted by my statistician Nanda, 87 papers (omg…realllyyy…87…n that’s just the count of sessionals…LOL) , people have realised the true worth( or the lack of it) of the sessionals..

“Arey this name in itself is misleading…Sessionals nhi..Minors is the name apt for these little ones..itni hi Aukaat h inki… ” quoted my friend before today’s paper…

“Mam ye question out of syllabus h..”

Our response to such a query in the examination hall in the initial years was somewhat anxious...Not knowing an answer,or the question in itself, deserves that reaction...But now it's more of a relief...cos there is something in the paper "jo aur kisi ko bhi nahi aata.." what's even better is the thought of getting some grace marks..(Bhaiya Ravi Shastri ne kaha h.."No matter how they come...As long as they are runs." well, marks in our case)

But one thing that these Sessionals have taught us in life....and that might one day just turn out to be the biggest learning of our life...that is the introduction to "JUGAAD Technology"...For those who think there's no such subject...check out the Oxford Dictionary...Jugaad is the second thing India has invented after Aryabhatta's zero..(and 1.2 billion people ofcourse)

In the Sessionals, it doesn't matter what the question asked is...The answer is anything one can remotely remember and fit into the frame...and who isn't familiar with the Jigsaw puzzle..plus one can always sneak a peek into the neighbour's sheet...Even the Examiners know "sab fatte hi toh chala rahe h...Ki farak penda hain..."

But there are things that haven't changed as well...The girl sitting 5 inches from you during the paper is still hot if not hotter...Your mate on the right or the left don't know the answer to the same question that you yourself are clueless about...The feeling of punching that asshole discussing the paper once it is over..The one bigger asshole who always completes the paper in half the time and leaves making you feel small...(apologies to my dear friend Mayank but yess it's not funny...) and the biggest of Assholes who would ask for an extra sheet...wdf...that's against the rules...nobody can crap so much in an hour and a half...

Anywayssss...the journey has been good...great infact...and one can go on and on and on about these days...I am sure one of these days or nights would stick in our grey cells forever...the late night 10 paisa conference calls...the mugs of coffee...the early morning splashes...but most of all....the memorable quotes... "abey fatti padi h bhai...","kamina sab padh k aaya h", "saale paper me gaane likh rha tha.." And as much as it pains me to say this but with a twinkle in the corner of my eye...(ha ha ha)

Dear Sessionals... you will be missed...

INTER_ViEW

2012-03-22T23:31:00.000+05:30

So the season is nearing its end now...arey woi apna MBA season..must say it's been a hell of a ride...from tadka daal to chikni chameli to Justin Beiber...bloody Interviewers want to know it all..(Tharki Buddhe).."Beta college kitna dur h ghar se?" asked one.."Sir Aadha Ghanta" came the casual reply.."Acha what is the unit of Current?"..."Ampere"..."and Distance?"..."Sir Kilometer"..."Abhi toh aapne kaha Ghanta...sorry aadha ghanta"...said the Asshole with a cunning grin on his face...okay one up to you I told myself...

"Acha beta watching Cricket is your hobby??"..."Yes Sir.I am a passionate Cricket follower"..."ha ha..national hobby h..ok tell me the difference between a Doosra and Googly?...in one line only." he said throwing me a googly (or doosra watever).."Sir A doosra is A Off Spinner's leg spin delivery and A googly is a Leg Spinner's off spin" (up yours smartass...) I mentally updated the score to one each..."Ha Ha Ha...beta ye baat apni Girlfriend to samjhaani ho toh ??" came the teesra.."Sir kyu breakup karwa rhe ho..?"I replied with a cheeky one..Yess they took it well..The monsters had a sense of humor..2-1..I was in the lead...not for long though..But they say these Interview battles are better lost...(n we all know Haar k jeetne wale ko....) Anyways I lost the score count after a while...

"How was it...What are they asking...Acads puch rhe h...???" asked a pretty girl from Chandigarh(and yess...she was hot too) who had given me company earlier during the day...The hurt male ego did not allow the truth to come out...So decided to answer her diplomatically..."It was okkay " I said with a sigh..."They just want to know you..." But her expectant eyes wanted more from my lips(pun intended) as she took a chair beside me..."Yaar dhang se bata naa..Jyada le rhe hain...??" she asked...Excuse me..."Yaar"..."le rhe hain"...Aint u getting a little too casual already...I said to myself..But apna Dil bhi toh bachha hain jee...So gave her some real advice "YAAR..They will try to stress u a little...Stay calm...I could not...and don't mention hobbies that u don't actually have.."...She seemed content..

I wished her all the Best and wandered across to the College Canteen...which turned out to be a delight...The Banana Shake with some real desi bashing of the Interviewers and their pathetic understanding of the world's most talented(now disgruntled) souls helped relax my mind...I realised that no matter the fancy suits...on the inside the true Indian was still alive and kicking...I can't recall all the names but the feelings at that time were quite mutual..."Abey Inko aata kya hain..Saale CAT me 50 percent nhi laa sakte teeno mil ke bhi.." said one with a red tie..."Arey bhaiya Jharkhand se yha aane tak kitne station aaye...kya fark padta hain...saala humko ticket collector samjhe hain.." quipped another one with a shiny shirt..."arey bhai wo bandi mast thi yaar.. tere saath jo bethi thi...what's her name..Local h??" a guy asked me...I realised the testosterone rich environment had indeed thrown me some attention since the morning...mostly cos of the Chandigarh chick.. "Chandigarh" I replied..."Lag hi rha tha..Dilli ka toh paani hi kharaab hogya hain.." pat came the reply...

The day came to an end with some more banter and curses...Still provided me the stuff for this post...So start pressing the like button people...(Marketing nahi aati bhai mje abhi islie seedha hi kehna padta hain..)

It's not a changing world after all...

2012-02-02T16:47:00.002+05:30

woohooo...1000 hits on the blog..really took so long..(even longer than Sachin's 100th ton).But what difference does the number make?? The truth of the matter is the last post on my blog was quite some time ago.."Did your girlfriend dump you??" I remember one of my friends asking me the question when I first took up blogging..(toote hue dil se hi sachi awaaz nikalti hain..aka Ranbir Kapoor's Rockstar)

Anyways not much seems to have changed around the world.SRK is still fighting at parties.."Salman ho ya Sirish ki fark penda hain" I quoted jokingly to my friend.."Hume toh nhi padta..but had it really been Salman this time,then SRK ko toh padtaaaa..." came the reply...Well talking about fighting,there seems to be some kind of feud brewing up in the Indian Team touring down under.. Apparently, nothing much has changed with them too..Then it was England,now it's Australia..Deja vu..(Yahan bhi chamatkaar pe chamatkaar horha h)...Even with the reality shows...Yet another Indian Television's "Adarsh Bahu" bagged the Big Boss title..Though she was given a close run by another global "Adarsh" by the name of Sunny Leone..But unfortunately her true antics could not be aired on National Television..

People were dying to get into an MBA College..and we still are..The only difference being the Pre-CAT era and the Post-CAT era..No one knew the answer to the question "Why MBA?" then and no one still does..But we, the Engineers(the supposedly "technically sound ones" would eventually figure something out) Some of the popular answers doing the rounds are "Entrepreneur banna h..Corporate world ko lead krna h..Society me respect chahie"..Ultimately even the Interviewers know that we all are in here for precisely the same reason..GREED..for money, for appreciation,for recognition...and as the lines of a certain Gordon Gekko state.."GREED IS GOOD" and "MONEY IS WHAT MAKES THE WORLD GO AROUND"...(thodi jyada philosophy ho gyi..hush..)Saying these things won't take you through any B-school interview..Better stick to the tried and tested Lies..

Well, some would say it's a dynamic, ever changing world..I tend to disagree...It depends on how you view it...Just remember, A Bend in the road is not the end of the road..(unless you stop walking)...Let's not worry about the results for a bit..Why not enjoy the journey...Have some real fun..Who knows when this all might end..(According to India TV,it will be in December this year..) So let's get a move on people...2000 hits is the new target...

Do We Deserve to be the No 1 “TEST” team????

2011-08-02T00:13:00.002+05:30

Well, As of now. We quite simply don’t. Take it with a pinch of salt. But it is so true. Yes we have more than 30000 Test runs in our middle order. We have a spinner with more than 400 Test scalps…and a pace trio capable of troubling any batting lineup..and to top it all..A World Conquering Captain..Indeed, All the qualities of a top team. But then why not ??? To answer this rather complicated question let’s look at the current contender to the top slot….the England Team and its scheme of things.

While our Indian Superstars jumped directly into the IPL mayhem after a hectic n gruelling World Cup..(they didn’t even get the opportunity to bask in the glory of their amazing triumph),the English players opted to stay out of the IPL and give their bodies the much needed Recovery period.Something which the Indian players wish for by skipping International Commitments.The Indian team badly missed its famed Viru-Gauti opening partnership.Yes Injuries are part and parcel of any Sportsman's Career..But it is important to remember here that Sehwag opted to have the surgery on his shoulder (which by the way was long overdue) only when his IPL team had been knocked completely out of contention.Gambhir on the other hand skipped the Windies tour to overcome an injury suffered during the IPL and looked awfully short of Match practice.As was the case with the pace spearhead Zaheer …It seems quite amazing how none of them cared to rest for even a single IPL match.

Poor Starters..A tag that has long been attached to the Indian team..But how long can a team be the numero uno of world cricket if it continues to hand the initial advantage to its opponents just like that, over and over again. Again we need to look at how the England Team prepared when it toured Australia for the Ashes series last year. They landed there a good month before the first test and went on to play 3 practice games and got themselves Battle ready before going to war. No wonder, They did not just win the Ashes. They hammered the Aussies.. 3-1..Something this Indian side is very improbable to achieve with just a leisurely 3 day warm up game.

But it would be completely unfair just to blame the players for their decisions(wrong as they may appear) The scheduling of the Indian team’s tours is something the BCCI takes care of (or rather does not care for)The Sehwags and the Gambhirs are auctioned for millions before the IPL and naturally they feel a moral obligation not to leave their franchisee in the lurch even if it means risking their International Careers. And not only the BCCI. Do we, the Indian viewers, deserve a side that is No 1???Don’t remember the last time we had a full house in any test match featuring India at home. And again, The English public pours in large numbers to pack the stadiums, even if it turns out to be a frustrating rain delayed day. The News Channels hire experts from Foreign Countries to analyse each IPL game 5 times a day, but for the test matches, well the good old Indian Ranji players would do.

Coming back to the Indian Team. Yes, it has been outplayed so far in the series and probably would be outplayed in the remainder of the matches too(which I so dearly hope is not the case..but that’s just an optimist Cricket crazy Indian),what it should look at is something our Captain Cool so often talks about…his often repeated ”It’s not about the result, it’s about the process” The Team needs to get its act together and its got to do it quickly. No more hiding the injuries(resulting in break downs on the first morning of a match) No more hiding behind the Poor Starters Tag..And most of all..It has to get its priorities right. Are we happy of being the ODI Champions and possessing a cash rich Cricket league that further strengthens our control on World Cricket. Do we just want to bask in the glory of once being the World Champions or do we believe that we can go on to become the Great team that once Australia were in the era of McGrath and Warne. Well, we have got the perfect team to be so but do we have the attitude or for that matter the passion to be the best “TEST” side???

The Indian Irony

2011-07-17T03:08:00.000+05:30

To do Injustice is a Sin – but to Tolerate Injustice is a Bigger Sin..once said the father of a nation..But evidently he was a preacher of non-violence..didn't care to wreck the kids with a stick and consequently they did not learn the lesson..

Injustice..what injustice..we all get our share of rights..hell we now even have what is popularly known as the RTI...but the fact is that we have gotten so used to tolerating injustice that we are oblivious to even acknowledging it leave alone standing up to it.

My friend was leaving for a tour to Mumbai on the 15th..Shaken by the news of the recent blasts,I called him to check if his trip was still on...Though terming it glad would be inappropriate but he was much relieved that the blasts took place before his trip..and why not..Going by the Schedule,Mumbai is now safe for a month atleast..

The recent Mumbai blasts once again highlighted the shadow of terror we all seem to be destined to live under..and indeed we are now quite accustomed to it..like it is a fitting part of our national routine..The Home Minister managed some time to clarify that it was not an intelligence failure..It's just that everyone in the ministry was too busy finding ways to clear off their Tihar bound mates..Infact our projected future PM was busy promoting his party's agenda by rallying around a UP village claiming to be fighting for the rights of the poor farmers while all he did was play blame games like every other member of his team...

Mumbai's very own Kasab celebrated his 2nd anniversary..wonder if he managed to get himself a cake too..kalmadi can have tea with the jailor why deny kasab a nice birthday...Nobody is guilty until proven says the Indian law..well he got the gift he wanted...More lives..more blood..
The media is doing an extensive coverage of the blasts which means no more prime time interviews for the Rakhi Sawant wannabees...the Lokpal bill seems like a talk of the last century..but the sad part is that like everything else these blasts coverage will just be left as a gimmick to grab more eyeballs and raise TRPs...and if by any means India manage to beat England in the first test at Lords the blasts coverage will also take a backseat and join the long list of irrelevant issues....

If America can do it,why can't we curb terrorists off our land...the question that forces every Indian to scratch his hair out..well for starters it's not easy to catch them with such safe havens for them in our neighborhood...and when we do get a hold of them,we adopt them like our lost children...spend crores of the common man's hard earned money so that they can celebrate the rest of their lives in a safe and secure environment...why not use the tax paying common man's money for his own safety first...oh sorry we do infact...the defense budget gets the biggest chunk of our annual budget...but unfortunately only on papers...they have also got to find money for the Rajas and the kalmadis from somewhere dont they....and Accountability is something no one in the government understands the meaning of...Our very dear PM seems to be in hibernate mode throughout the year..I think he saves his public appearances for the campaign drives of the next elections...wonder how does his dentist manage to get him to open his mouth....

Of a Loved Writer and denied Credits......

2010-02-01T01:04:00.000+05:30

The Daulatram College Audi burst into loud applause as India’s highest selling author made his way onto the stage. He was welcomed with a bouquet (which he instantaneously hurled towards the audience). And then in a strange manner, he started examining the part of stage that had his photograph and name. He got talking with a witty one liner….”Just checking if all my credits are in place. I do nothing without getting my credit these days.” Chetan Bhagat at his very best. The talk was supposed to be some sort of a counseling session for the MBA aspirants ( Well, It was titled “MBA-An Insider’s Story”) But it was anything but that. He spoke about the pain he felt over the recent 3-idiots issue, that Aamir calling him a Liar on National television made his 5 year old son question his dad. One could feel his emotion of being denied something he so truly deserved. But hey, this is the Rakhi Sawant age and the saying “No publicity is bad publicity” does hold some merit and this controversy has probably earned Chetan Bhagat more fame than he ever would have, had there been what he considers “proper credit” given to him by Raju Hirani.

Anyhow Mr. Bhagat took each and every opportunity possible to imply that Five Point Someone was better than 3 Idiots. Be it “One cant always do what his heart says” pointing that the characters in his novel were real and did scrap through to their degrees(rather than switching to Wildlife Photography) or be it the sales figures of his novels with the bottomline as “100 times the success 3 idiots would ever achieve” And amongst all this, there was Mr. Blogger, me ofcorse, who was sitting next to a pretty girl (who by the way was with two of her more pretty friends) in the same Audi. “When will he give tips about MBA.Thats what we are here for.” said one of the nerds sitting in the row next to me. Yeah it was supposed to be something like that but I bet 90 percent of the audience( including me and the pretty girl next to me) was there just to meet India’s most loved Writer. Cut Chetan Bhagat from this seminar and add ten more MBA gurus, there wont be a tenth of the audience present.

Anyhow he carried on discussing about his novel “3 mistakes” being adapted into a movie soon(and obviously he’l be leaving no stone unturned to get his CREDIT this tym around.) The pretty girl next to me was busy gossiping with her friends. She hurriedly turned to me asking what she had missed. Well, I was more than happy to share that bit of “vital” info with her. Finally came some stuff that the 10 percent of the crowd, the CAT CATCHERS were there for. The tips for getting through the MBA entrances. He talked about the obstacles he faced to get his first novel published, the feeling at being rejected by 9 or 10 publishers, his first novel adaptation into a movie turning out to be a disaster “Hello”. He brought up the importance of believing in one’s own self ,even when the odds are stacked against you, in a manner so typical of Chetan Bhagat .The rest of things were simple enough. Focus on Basic maths , summarise the Editorials in newspaper and those sort of things.

Running short on time, he jumped onto the Q & A round. “Mr. Bhagat,how did u make it from the messed up vivas in IIT to cracking the GD n PI at IIM A.” I asked him as I somehow managed to get hold of the mic that the pretty girl next to me wanted so badly. “Well, even I have no clue.” he began in his usual way as the crowd burst into giggles.”But yes maybe after IIT, in IIM, I realized that this was my thing and I truly wanted to make it there. And of course, God was on my side too probably." I handed the mic gently over to the girl next to me. ”Hi Chetan, I would like to ask you the reason behind there being an erotic plot in each of your novels” she asked with a wicked smile that only girls can carry. Whistles blew in the audi as Mr. Bhagat made her repeat her question citing poor audibility. (Well that’s what makes the novels sell even more) would have been the plane answer but obviously he could not admit it there. Well he replied with something that no one could get properly. I think it was more of an attention seeking query on the pretty girl’s part as well. But it got the crowd going. So No complaints. There were some more MBA aspirants’ queries and some aspiring Writers were there too. Well I left for Kamla Nagar as the session started getting messy and the HCL in my stomach demanded some food. I somewhat knew the reason behind him being the most loved writer in this country.

Wanna Grow up once again.......

2010-01-24T11:18:00.000+05:30

“Give me some sunshine, Give me some Rain, Give me Another chance, I wanna grow up once again.” The song has become quite an anthem these days. And why not..Who can ever forget those days of youthful exuberance being in School .Getting up early at 6 in the morning, getting into that neatly ironed School Uniform, Mom reminding over and over again to eat the lunch she packed, the Discipline Incharge pulling you up for having a weird hairdo or an unusual tie knot, the fights in the School Bus over the window seat, the notes of the Class Teacher on the Diary pages for not completing the homework, reading out the crap you wrote in the English Paper in front of the whole class, the nervy excitement when the teacher made you sit with the most beautiful girl in the class, the shivers that ran through every Sunday Night before the weekly Monday exam, the excursions to the Red Fort and Appu Ghar and the India Gate and the list goes on and on and on. Oh man, I wanna grow up once again.

Recollecting these old thoughts and some old photographs, found a tiny piece of paper neatly folded in my School Bag this afternoon. It was an expression of how I felt towards the most hated subject of my career. Now before letting you any further I would like to admit that the following is a work by pure chance due to a sudden outburst of emotions. Accidents like these happen once in a lifetime( usually when You have a Breakup or fail badly in an Exam.) In my case it was the latter. Aarush and I had secured something like a 4 or 5 on 30 in our History Exam in 9th standard. We had spent about an hour looking at each others sheets at my home consoling each other. And the same day we wrote this piece of folded paper….(and our English was even worse in those days and we could hardly think anything in that firangi lingo leave alone write.)So kindly bear with us……

A Note of Thanxxxx........

2010-01-09T18:29:00.001+05:30

“With Great Power comes Great Responsibility” nice one liner.. Actually heard it over n over again in 3 different reality shows last week(so why not use it). But let me first thank few of my friends who took the pain of reading this blog (and a special thanx to the very few who appreciated it)… So from the last two days I have been entrusted upon by some of you with the RESPONSIBILITY(sounds a big word na) to post something worthwhile.

Last nite received a mail from one of old friends… Aarush (who also had mistakenly clicked on this blog’s link in my facebook status) His first reaction---“Man,how could you,of all people,find the courage to stick your butt to a chair and type..and that too something like this.. Gud going yaar” (I doubt if this was some kinda praise or something else). Anyways the mail ended with just one more line “Maybe this attachment would help” and I noticed a doc attachment to it. Aarush had written about one of his own recent encounters with his long time girlfriend Teesha.

I initially was reluctant to post this as it belongs to someone else but then it really saves me from sticking my butt to that damn chair(and probably is something worthwhile).So here, let Aarush take you forward....

World's Toughest Puzzle-- A Girl

2010-01-09T15:57:00.000+05:30

“Hi guys this is Aarush,and Mr. Blogger insists you know me only as one of his old friends.And before beginning lemme first inform you that neither um a damn creative person nor my grip on the lingo is that great..So for those of you looking for something exceptional, I would advice u better click on the new tab button and switch…For others like me lets begin…..

Teesha was back to Delhi after a week long holiday with her family in Manali. We had planned to meet for a movie on the weekend. We reached the DT Cinemas in Shalimar Bagh at about 12.30 It was a 1.45 show, so we had time to roam around in the mall.”You wanna try your hand at this?” Teesha asked pointing to the Air hockey Table..”Yeah sure but I don’t see any opponent here”I replied. “Oh chill,I beat Jatin(her younger brother) 7-3 in Manali.” She exclaimed. “And you seriously think You can do the same to me.”I said inserting the coin into that machine.

The small yellow disk was subjected to a harsh thrashing for the next 120 seconds(mostly by the striker in my hand and the table walls rather than Teesha’s striker). The score read 7-0..” The game ended a bit early no..”I said pointing to the 180 seconds that were still remaining on the clock..”Insert another coin dude. I will bury you this time.”pat came the reply.. The score read 4-0 in the next 80 seconds(no prizes for guessing, Teesha was being outplayed again) Suddenly a shot,and a fierce one at that,struck the table wall and then her index finger hard. The striker dropped from her hand as her cute face turned red(more so her tiny ears). I put my striker on the table and gave her hand a gentle press.”Is it still paining?” I asked. “Obviously you hit it so damn hard.”shrugging her hand off mine. I looked up at the table clock.It read 150 seconds.”Still 150 secs to go.Come on,lets see if you can catch up.” I said. “This is still hurting.No ways I’d be able to compete”She said(as if earlier she was beating the hell out of me) “Ohkay,I play with the left hand.That evens it out.”I offered. She at once took the striker and struck the disk hard. 3-1. “Hey I was yet to take position”I argued as she opened her account. “Dun cry baby.Lets play.Just 100 sec left.” She said, the excitement in her voice overriding her pain. In the next 100 seconds,Teesha scored(rather I let her score) thrice. 3-4..the final scoreline read….”I won.I won”Her voice beaming with joy..An old couple sitting at the adjacent food stall looked at her in a disgruntled manner.She was happy and I could feel it.

We moved for the movie as she held my right elbow tightly(the one she had shrugged off 150 seconds ago) I felt as if loosing the game was completely worth it.We took a large popcorn and coke as we moved into the movie hall.I noticed the same old couple sitting next to Teesha as we took our seats.. The movie was a usual bollywood romcom with the sizzling hottie hellbent on pleasing the audience with her microscopic outfits.The Audience clapped and whistled everytime the pair onscreen got cosy. I saw the old Uncle feeling uneasy and making grumpy faces noticing me and Teesha sipping coke off the same can.It made me feel a bit uneasy…(Come on dude,watch the movie.You have not paid to see us)I wanted to tell the Old man but dint.

I left Teesha’s hand and slid back the armrest between us. Teesha could see my discomfort “Excuse me Aunty, do you mind telling your better half not to intrude in other people’s personal space please” She told the old Lady in a firm yet polite voice. The Lady glanced at me as if those were my instructions (but they were not and I was probably as much shocked as them)Teesha folded back the armrest and held my hand again. The Old Couple’s usual expression dint change and they left even before the interval..(Was that because of the biology onscreen or our chemistry offscreen, I wonder??) Any which way the movie ended after a few more loud claps and whistles.
I felt as if I just escaped the Bigg Boss House….

It was 5 in the evening as I drove back wondering over the days happenings….Was Teesha really hurt by that strike?? Or was it just a gimmick so I went a little easy??? Did she realize that I lost to her on purpose???Should I tell her that straight…??? No that wont be such a smart idea...and What would the Old Couple be thinking about us..??? and who in the first place told them to come and watch this movie...Perhaps they left just cos of the biology onscreen....???”

The Same Old Story---Australia won even when they had no right to do so

2010-01-06T12:22:00.001+05:30

Pakistan lost the just concluded Sydney test and i have no idea why m feeling so damn bad about it. I think its just human nature to support someone weak when he challenges someone accomplished head on..But that was all Pakistan did...They had their moments but just could not bang the door open when the opportunity knocked right at the doorstep....

They say bad habits don’t go away that easy. The fact was quite evident in Pakistan’s loss in this Test. Its hard enough to figure out if Australia actually won it or Pakistan simply lost it. I guess its the latter one.

But Anyways Five things that would follow this Test match:

a)The Aussies are gonna be learning Urdu on their off days (cos they cant sledge the Pakistanis in English as no one in their ranks understands English)

b)Punter Ponting will be deciding to bat everytime he wins the toss no matter if its a flat deck or a green top(i mean who wont if you could win a match even after being dismissed for a meagre 127 in the first innings)

c)Kamran Akmal(who dropped Mike Hussey 3 times in the second innings) might be spending the next few days in the bathroom hiding for mercy from his teammates.

d)Shane Watson is surely on his way towards becoming this season's Sachin Tendulkar thats because he's getting out so often in the 90's (remember Sachin missing out on about 10 tons in the same calender year)

e)Pakistan will never ever win a test match in Australia.....(unless ofcorse they play against Bangladesh or Kenya there)...

Just for Starters

2010-01-01T15:17:00.000+05:30

soooo... finally.... i m blogging too...

first things first.....wish u all a happy new year 2010......

never thought choosing a blog title n url could be this tedious. jz got dis mangopeeple thng stuck in the back of my mind from one of the movies i lykd dis year. still thnk cud have done better....but lyk the title of this post, this is just for starters......n after all,we all are(or atleast the peeple whom i know) are mango peeple (i.e. aam aadmi if sumone still dint get dat).......n we r Indians....

so lets begin with sum of our typical "TRUE INDIAN" traits .............

U r A "True Indian" if u

1) keep ur watch 5 min ahead of tym

2) dun take the seat covers off ur new car.

3) argue vd an Autowala for 5 bucks n pay gleefully in overpriced malls.

4) have lots of onions while dining in a family restro.

5) submit forms wen the deadline is jz round the corner.

6) dun return library buks on tym.

7) begin ur chat vd the customary “kya haal hai” n say ”aur sunao” evn wen u know dat dres nthng left to talk.

8)obviously apprecite dis bit of my work........