It's time..

Finally its time to breathe some desi air. Next week by this time I will be in India. Part of me has already landed there. Break Break is what my grey matter screaming all the time. Lots of anticipation, lots of fun in waiting. Hopefully it wont be a dud with the ongoing agitations. And whats a trip to India without hogging on the desi delicacies. Craving so much for the food I missed. Biryani @ Paradise,Frankie @ Eat street, Coffee @ CCD and Panipuri in Sindhi colony. Ahh absolute heaven.

A Marathon to Remember

I had been practising for the SCSM from mid September. Had a rigorous hard training (I felt it was hard :) ), running 4 times a week. The amazing training schedule from marathonrookie.com coupled with the tips in Jeff Galloway book made my running more easy.

Distance in miles

I have completed all the runs except the two ones in red. The first one was interrupted by rain after some 6km of my run and the second one I took a wrong turn and got lost.

Yesterday I had my amazing first half marathon clocked in 1hr53'35". My target was to do finish in 2 hours and I was well within my target. Reached the 10K mark in 53 min and then made sure I was running every subsequent 1K on an average in 5.5 min.

I started the race slowly hoping to catch up on the speed at the later stage. After 10 min or so I realized it was too slow to finish in 2hrs. Adding to my woes all the people were cramming towards the left side of the road leaving little space to place the next step on the road, thereby often landing on someone's foot.

And as you can expect the right side is totally deserted. So much so that a small car can easily pass through with any constant velocity. This realisation struck me little late. Better late than never I immediately found my way to the right and then started picking up my speed. Ran with my usual speed without worrying about the KM mark and by the end of the 50min I saw the 10K mark lying at some distance. Felt safe.

Got tired at the 18K mark but then kept on pushing myself to not to take more than 5.5 min /km. The last 1K was excruciating. The anxiety to see the finish mark made me restless. Overall had a vibrant atmosphere which fuelled me and helped me race without a hint of realisation that I have been running for about 2 hrs. Had a marathonic fun.

And after all this will I be taking part in the next year's marathon? Actually don't know. I can always run on that day without any training and still complete the race. But that's not how I wanted. Want to finish in a good time.

4 times a week of 3 months training is too long. I was forced to put my other activities like tennis and swimming on the back burner during this time. Will think about it in next August. This is turning out to be a marathonic post. Isn't it? Better stop here.

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An year @ JVC

Yay..It has been a year since I joined JVC. Time just flew by and I am surprised it has been so long already. And as with every case there are some things to cherish, some to forget and many more to come. Overall work has been good sparing the Mandarin part which I penned in my previous post. Still many things to understand and many things to learn. And right now just dying to have a break which I didn't have since my Bali trip. Already I am in the state of excitation ready to explode anytime. And the reason:Yours truly is visiting India after 2 looooong years.Yippie yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay. JVC rules:)

Linguistic No-(n)Sense

Living in a multi racial country, everyday I encounter n number of people all speaking in n different languages. At my work place people speak Mandarin. And in Japanese company its benefits you if you know Japanese. My friends either speak Malayalam or Tamil. Among all these I am the only one with a different dialect making me feel so lost at times like a square peg in a round hole.

Most of the times I would be the part of the conversation yet will not be able to fathom where it’s heading or what’s happening around me, thanks to these languages. My English, a consolation at times antagonizing these frustrations or the distress or may be both.

This frustration reaches its height many a times and I develop an urge to learn Mandarin. Actually all. To have a ‘Lostless’ conversation if I can call it. The urge rises like a tide and like a tide falls as though it is bound to happen. Nevertheless I am always game to learn Mandarin. Potential teachers or companions please please find me. In the end I and my linguistic skills are always a bickering couple who never make peace.

Racing against time

After coming to Singapore my sense of punctuality improved. Improved I say. Not that I lacked it before. Thanks to the Singapore MRT. Most of the times I don’t travel by road so there is little chance of me clogging up somewhere. But the tricky part is when to start at home. The travel time is always fixed which I know to most of the places, add it with the time it takes for me to walk to the station. Accordingly I start from my home.

This starting from my home is something which sometimes just doesn't happen the way I planned. Oh did I say sometimes? Actually its most of the times. The train does its part, meaning it’s always on time at my arrival point and reaches the destination on time.On my part I fail miserably.

This most-of-the-times delay will be not more than 5 min. Yet this is enough to cause the delay. As a result I end up brisk walking (which I can easily put as a slow jog) to the station, reach the station panting, wanting to breathe a cooler air. And even after all this I miss my train which is followed by a self cussing!

I am sick of racing against time. I want to take my own sweet time to walk to the MRT And above all breathe aerobically while I am walking. I want to start 5 minutes early from my home. And in the end I know it just doesn't happen like this always. I am racing against time all the time to be punctual.

Federer's aborted mission

As usual a post after every grandslam. Most of the times the post is followed on the immediate day. This time didn't feel like posting. Not because Roger lost. Just felt that way.

Woke up at 5 in the morning, squinting switched on my laptop. Fed was leading and I stopped squinting and started beaming. Felt Fed was on his way to shatter the all time records. The second set dragged to a tie break and knowing Fed’s deftness in wrapping up the tie breakers I assumed Del would be mentally pressured in the 3^rd set and I started counting the chickens. To my disappointment it didn't happen and allowed myself the liberty to wrap up the match in four sets.

The third set added fuel to the fire and I was happy that I will not be missing the presentation and at the same time reaching my office on time. The fourth set doused those flames when Del broke Fed’s serve indicating 5^th set is on the way. I weighed my options and decided to start for the office for it would be too late if I sit for the 5^th set.

When I reached the office and stared at the score my first thought was what score am I staring at. Slowly it came to the senses that Fed actually did loose the match. My spirits sank.

Ok this is my analysis though some of my friends don’t agree. What I felt was its not Del who played well. It’s Roger who didn't play well. True Del held his nerve and gave a tough fight. But Fed serve was awful. I had never seen Fed serving so terrible. The man who served 50 aces in the Wimbledon ended up serving 11 double faults in the match. A finalist can not afford 11 double faults to win the match.

Roger’s serve let him down and eventually the Championship. Had it not been for his serve he would have made it for the 6^th successive win. And regarding Del, no doubt he is a great player but to me, it was not just Fed’s day. Hail Roger.

55 Words

She was startled awake by some noise. She saw a figure pass by the window. Beads of sweat formed on her face when she saw a pair of legs behind the curtain. She smelled something burning. The door creaked a little. Her heart somersaulted. The clock chimed 12. And then more noises followed.Surprise Surprise!!

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It's Official: I can swim

Years back I had this urge of learning swimming during my brief stays at Singapore. That urge saw some light in one of the visits. It couldn't blossom and I ended up being a ‘semi-swimmer’. In sense I could swim but never above the water and never for long distances. I could swim at a stretch without any gaseous exchange, using the last atom of oxygen available within me to burn the calories. I wouldn't dare to come up and inhale. Simple, if I do, I drown. Things didn't improve even after repeated trails and I, for once wished I could inhale the dissolved oxygen.

Much has changed since then but the desire to emulate a fish still remained intact. My second learning session (once a week) to become a ‘complete-swimmer’ started a month and a half ago. My coach was wonderful, teaching me with a heightened patience. He has always been positive that I would swim one day in front of him though I had some nagging doubts about my breathing technique and whether or not I could swim on any day.

The day finally reckoned. I swam 10 laps in less than 30 minutes and I, with a flashing smile splashed the water with my hands and screamed to myself “I can swim”; courtesy my coach. It’s official. He declared that I can swim now. How glad am I!!

Five prized possessions..

My prized possessions count reached five recently and I thought like yeah dude time to have a look at my web space..Couldn't really find time to blog about any stuff..

Okay lets start from the least significant things.

5. Thumb Drive: Yeah this is kinda silly but I dunno why I like this thing. The thing is it gives me some reminiscence of the times when this was bought. Significant enough past. I am extremely wary of plugging it in some random PC. Its cute, its sweet and I love it.

4. Tennis Racket: My first tennis racket. Its my love for tennis rather than my love for the racket that this earned the fourth place. Still goddamn racket and I love it when I hit a double handed backhand winner. I wave of satisfaction pops out from no where.

3. ITouch: My first gadget after I started earning. Whenever I hold it I say to it again and again;what a piece of marvel are you. My ITouch is absolutely stunning. It never says touch me not. And my Omnia comes no where near. Omnia still responds to my touch but my finger glides it to some program which wasn't meant to open.

2. Shades: I have been totally in love with my shades ever since it was gifted to me by my friends. I generally tend to be choosy when it comes to putting on shades. When I was given those by my buddies I was little wary but then when I tried them, I fell in love with it over and over. There are no shades which resemble my one. Kinda uniqueeeee..

1. Watch: Probably will remain as my dear one for ever. Its the cutest thing I ever bought. I have seen so many watches after buying this but none appealed me. A scratch on my watch will makes me low and dry. It has been with me for over 6 years and hopefully for decades to come. While my fingers are typing this, my eyes are focused on my little adorable watch admiring its beauty and design. None can displace its place..

2 years and one day

Yippee!! It has been two years one day since I have been to Singapore. Thought of writing yesterday only but was too preoccupied with other stuff. These two years were bumpy in some way and smooth in some other way. A rough sketch of these two years. Lets roll back in time.

I just breezed through my masters. It was so quick that I hardly realised I was doing it. And more quicker was my job trails. I was just lucky enough to get my current job. If I wouldn't have got God knows what I would have been doing right now. And now 8 months into my current job and I like it. But really gets tough sometimes. Life is marching itself off in a carefully constructed and unspectacular measure.

And it has been two years since I have fallen ill. Kinda lull after a storm(read jaundice). I would have been little proud if I haven't visited a doctor during this time. Thanks to my sports related injuries, the survival of that pride became tough during the last half year. Multiple injuries but yours truly still going great guns. Actually I started loving to be fit. It makes me feel so good and refreshed. And my fitness conscience making me stick to my diet.

During these years my badminton skills has shot up. So are my swimming skills. Learnt tennis, and salsa and the hunger for more activities is always there.

Few things I like in Singapore:

1) I like everything to be organized and this place is surely more than that.

2) I never had the time and facilities to explore my extra-curricular interests before coming here. Not anymore.

On the other side of the coin this place surely kicks in the boredom. If not for my family I would have been bored to death. Actually my Engineering is to be blamed. Had hell of a time and now I miss my friends. This this the bumpiest part of all..Life would have been much better with few changes. It always is!!

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For the 15th time.

One more Wimbledon passed by and the result, the same, Roger Federer claiming his 6^th title at the lush meadows with one difference. This time he had to sweat it out to claim back his lost prized possession thanks to some unbelievable tennis by A-Rod.

Keeping in mind the previous encounters between the two I wanted Andy to win the semis against Murray hoping that the finals would be a walk in the park for the Swiss to become an undisputed emperor in the game of tennis. Always felt that Roddick doesnt have a cat in hell's chance to lift a Grandslam. Not in Fed's era. But there was very little that matched to my thought.

Andy shots equally matched Roger's if not more. I must say my heart missed beats at the break points in the fifth set. And the fifth set was long enough to be a women’s entire match. All I can do is feel sorry for Andy for being a player who was on the winning side most of the game yet lost it.

He deserved the title for the remarkable change in his game. He conceded just one breakpoint and that was enough to wipe of his wimby dreams. Poor fellow, the shutterbugs didn't even give him time to get the grief out of him. Only thing that came to Fed’s rescue were his Aces. Boy, 50 aces in one match!! And the fact is he is no Karlovic.

Fed continues to prove again and again why he is the THE player. He is my all time champion. Inspired me to hold the racket and swing it. I can now play better than most of my mates if not best. He redefined tennis and success. Back to NO.1 spot. Hope he nevers bites the dust. Hail the Emperor. Vamos Federer...

Assault on the eardrums…

Why do I no longer get goose-flesh when I am hearing to the songs of the current generation movies? Let’s say you just heard songs from a newly released movie. What is the probability that you will be wanting to hear the same album (or at least 50% of the total songs) after a month? Am I too harsh? OK lets say two months. And Oh yes I almost forgot to mention. Be meticulous and bother to correct your answer up to three decimal places to make it appear as big as possible. The odds in favour of taking a stroll on the moon are more than listening to those songs…aargh!!

Crass is what I can say. Where have all the musicians gone? Except for ARR and S-E-L. Who has given them the rights to assault our eardrums? Where are the likes of maestro Illayaraja and Burman? I feel saddened at the plight of the Gen X songs. These songs are nothing but cacophonous, reverberating in your ears, resonating with not one but zillion frequencies making it everything but music. A pure aberration. Let’s not even go near to the movie content.

And the consequences..you abandon your MP3 player or flush out the memory more often, thanks to the flash memory. Blessed is me living in the age of zeros and ones else I would have been double assaulted with tapes.

Ditch the drums for tabla. Replace the electric guitar with sitar. Has the flute become extinct along with dinosaurs? If this is the music custom made for the Gen X, sorry I want the legends to get back to their work. Let the Phoenix rise from the ashes…

I feel flustered and flushed.

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RF lifts RG!!

Of late this space has been deserted;reasons being nothing 'blog-writeup' happening in yours truly daily life. Even if something creeps out of blue I kept myself saying "Dude wheres the time to think let alone to write!" Yeah the age old excuse. I am glad I am busy. OK that is all about myself. Now lets rant about The Emperor.

Gosh...You would have been in Mars if you haven't seen the above picture. How special was it and will it be..I am in a state beyond Euphoria. The much awaited Roland Garros and the 14th slam getting at the same time and more importantly expanding the 'coveted league' to SIX.

It was the least interesting finals I have even seen with Fed butchering Soderling. Can't blame him. Fed was too hungry (for the trophy) to be tamed. It would have been a eye treat to see Fed taming Rafa at the Garros. I love to watch the scenes of Federer burying his face in his palm. I smell victory in his tears.

And coming to the question where you see in almost all the dailies these days " Is Roger the greatest tennis player ever?" Comparing eras would be the most foolish thing. Rod, Sampras, Becker, Bjorn,Sampras were all greats in their own eras. I haven't had chance to witness their games. But to me, in this era Federer in THE Emperor. He redefined tennis with his amazing fitness and breathtaking game. I will be surprised if Rafa wouldn't be the 7th player after Federer in a year or two, if not this year. All he requires is one damn US open.

Kudos Roger...

' Memories ' celebrates..

Happy budday to M & M;Me and Memories :)

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The change that is not bitter: Bali

A hiatus in my regular work in the form of an escape channel called Bali had been waiting to create itself from a very long time. For some reasons the swine didn’t like this and threatened the long wait. But the forces of evil shall not triumph and there rises the Phoenix from the ashes..

This place is literally inundated with umpteen number of temples. Most of them are Hindus and follow hardcore religious customs. The day we went there it was a new moon day and its auspicious day for them and the people thronged the temples. 

I felt strange when people asked whether I am a Hindu. A shake hand would be followed as an acknowledgement saying we are also Hindus. But even more strange was they wear footwear even inside the temple and I had seen many a times people smoking within the premises.

The places to see are scattered every where and there was lot of travelling. The best part was the midnight trekking to the volcano. Gosh you get the amazing view of everything from the top. The only regrets is our lodging which was in an area where there is no night life at all. 

Over all a good trip but doesn’t beat Phuket in terms of vibrancy and fun. So the bottom line if you are looking for a date with nature pack your bags and board a flight to Bali..

Boarding Pass

In Gate-D40 waiting for my JT101..to fly above the clouds, over the Indian ocean:)..Happy journey to me..

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Metathesiophobia

The word ‘Change’ is echoing like never before. I hate to admit that I have started hating that word. Of late changes freak me out. More so I don’t want any change in my life, at least for now. I am happy with the way things are going. I don’t want this damn thing do change my regular chores. 

I don’t want new people entering my radar. I don’t want old people leaving the same. It may get ridiculously monotonous. That’s fine…at least it’s not making things doleful. No more mood swings. No more penchants for anything. Just me and my damn environment, which is the product of mine but not the vice versa. What am I? Probably your answer: A damn self-centered bloke. My reply: you got it wrong. 

And when it comes to farewells..yes you guessed it right. I loathe airport farewells. Also pickups but on a lighter side for varied reasons. 

Reckon my psyche gotta change. I did change. Didn't I? After all Change is the only Constant happening in everyday life.  Hmpf.

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Renaissance of the old times

Staying in touch has always been a choice..If someone wants me to stay in touch, I would step out of my comfort zone..On the flip side if I decide to let go someone from my way I would be glad if we don't cross our paths again.. 

I guess I have ants and scorpions in my pocket..Cant just contain myself...I feel myself locked up in the container desperately trying to expand myself..Ya why not!!

And the reason I buzzed my old chum(this time the call got through)...and the choice was mutual. Voila!!I know I rambled about these for umpteen number of times but ain't this special?...The conversation was absolutely vibrant. Kept on pulling each others legs, remembering the old times, trying those punch lines we used to use against each other, some cute, sweet little things and many other things but zilch...

Kept on going and going , reluctantly( wished the time would freeze) at last hung up the call. Couldn't ask for anything better.Spot on!!

Liddle Liddle Things

Sometimes even small things bring in great joy. It may not last the entire day but you know it makes your day. Getting soaked in this tiny tiny pool of happiness can even blow away the engulfed melancholy.

It should be totally out of blue you know not like counting your seconds to let it happen. Ya ya you know everything. What am I taking. Giving some run-of-the mill, mundane enlightenment lessons.

Two days back while I was searching for something I found money in one of my old jeans.Gee!! Now don't ask me how much was it.  It may not be big but was enough to buy some happiness to me.

The next day I tried to couple it with some other complimentary thing. Tried to call a old chum of mine and talk a blue streak. Fortunately or unfortunately I am not sure. But couldn't.  I miss my long lonely drives too..

FlashbacK

I don't remember whether this was in 4th standard or 5th standard but what I do remember is lot of other stuff..

The interval bell rung and I rushed to the ground( 1st to reach the ground,wah.. tapping myself) to play this game where we draw a big circle( its really big) and play with a stick with which you are suppose to hit the feet of other people who are then considered to be out. So this pepped up yours truly went to the ground running like a sprinter and was searching for the wand at the corner of the ground.

Suddenly my PT teacher( accompanied by some other teacher I don't remember) whistled ( with her little device) and called me towards her. Already half dead I reached her. 

Her : What were you doing there.?

I      : Nothing Miss. Playing.

Her : "See Madam these children are so lazy to even go to rest rooms."

Me  : (in my mind)Erm...She thinks I am taking a leak..?

The other teacher: He is lying Madam.See his pants. They are wet( which was in fact true. Got scared after seeing her.)

Then she used her trademark ear twisting and twisted it like any other Natraj eraser and let it go after my eyes pleaded guilty( I was not).

I didn't forget you Ms. Showri. Neither did I forget your face. Also you were my Moral Science teacher who gave a farewell speech saying" I don't punish you without your mistake. I hope you agree with me children".Gerrrr..Like my foot...

Beach Walker

I have just noticed I forgot posting one important event. Oh damn how could I forget this.. Isnt it such an important event to post? Yes indeed. Considering the fact that I posted even some crap events. Not that my posts are crappy ok.. Dare to call that….This is the window through which my eccentric mood-swings flows.

From when did 'Johnnie Walker' started walking and 'Old Monk' started talking..Gee!!!Yeah its on the auspicious India’s republic day on the Indian ocean shores.

People who know me will not buy this and people who doesn’t know me will think why did it take so long considering the fact that I was a cageless bird which can reach its wings to the farthest pole.

I felt rambunctious,no qualms. Life is like Saturday night lets do balle balle..:) 

A jaunt to Malacca

Finally after five months and with lots of yes-no-yes kind of thoughts the drought is over. Got a break from my not so monotonous schedule. I definitely would have liked to take a break but part of me was holding me back and telling me not to fall for it. Two things added fuel to the fire.

1.      It will a short trip.

2.    I don’t want a country stamp on my passport which I already have.

But eventually the ‘Do’ won the battle over the 'don’t' for obvious reasons and wasn’t I happy with the result….? Yeah a jaunt with friends will always be fun-filled.

If you had asked me about Malacca I would have been more blank than a freshly scrubbed slate. Only thing I had known was it’s a tourist hot spot and was a European colony. So I wasn’t expecting too much from the trip. And it turned out to be far from good and good from far (at least the places what I had seen)

The best part of the trip was food. Yet again sea food delighted my taste buds. God, I started loving sea food. I had become more carnivorous this time by having fish, prawns, crab, squid, shark (had shark fin soup), Chinese & Malay delicacies.

The positive part- After a long time saw the real rustic places and of course, not to forget the food

The negative part- My journey time outlasted my stay time at Malacca.

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Self-ish

Okay the other day I was seeing this episode of Friends where Joey says there is no act which can be done without being selfish. From that minute my pondering began and I ended up being Phoebe.

I always crib saying people were unfair to me. Saying they were(are) selfish. Rubbing salt on my wounds they proclaim to be the proud owner of this adjective. It doesn't prick me but hurts...Even a high-dose morphine would falter before this. Hurts till I get used to the fact...Later it becomes part of me.

Yeah I don't expect people to be altruistic. But damn why cant my excruciation enlighten someone;Enlighten their blackened hardened heart...

On the flip side what rights do I have to crib when I myself is responsible for someones disaster...Didn't I do that...?Wasn't I selfish at that time...?Where is all that altruistic thing go...Damn me!!

Sometimes my mind wants to follow what my heart wishes were true...Unfortunately can't...My mind is selfish..

Kail in a new phase...

As expected Kailash is the first one to get married in my Engg batch..at the age of 23:).. I am very much happy for him but equally sad that I couldn't be a part of his wedding... I wanted to visit his marriage more than anything else...couldn't help but give a miss...

I remember he telling me that he wouldn't marry if I fail to show my presence in his wedding. But broke the word and got married off :)..Kameena..

I am sure Pooja would have an amazing rest of her life with as always chirpy, bubbly, lively Kail...And I feel jealous of her because this will a transformed Kailash you know like the responsible hubby...ha ha..Doesn't suit the nonchalant attitude of my buddy...

Without any blur I can envisage a picture of you with Sonu (catching his finger) &Monu (on your chest) ;) coming for my marriage...

I wish both of you have an amazing married life...Have a great life buddy...Congratulations!!!

I feel aweful

I believed Roland Garros is the only Waterloo for this Napoleon (read Roger Federer). My belief was washed away by a torrent. The mission was to re-write the history books. It was achieved but not like the way the Emperor wanted. Fed faced yet an other defeat. This time it’s not the meadows or the murky clay but at the hard court by the same prick (read Rafael)

The game was no less than a warrior fight-one aiming for his maiden title at the Oz and the other to stand tall among all. Top notch tennis played by humanly demons from the Swiss and Spain. The play ended with Rafael placing his dart even on the Oz soil.

Roger shed his tears yet again. This time it’s excruciating. “God, it’s killing me” is reverberating in my ears.

I feel awful…

She

She used to start the day by seeing him. She was not taught how to spend a day without him. She didn’t feel it was necessary. Now things changed. Everything changed. She lost the company of her own soul. She turns back and sees the voids in the present are all filled by the precious moments in the past.…

It hurts more to have and lose than to not have in the first place. She wants to close her eyes and sleep wishing that when she wakes up she may find that everything was a dream. But it wasn’t supposed to be. Remember everything changed.The world doesn't just disappear when you close your eyes, does it?

Does comfort come with time? Time can be greedy thing.  Life moving on already, leaving her behind.....

Slumdog Millionaire-'The Underdog'

Ok well people who are exposing the dirty underbelly of my country are getting recognized like never before. Earlier it was Arvind Adiga( here) and now its the Danny Boyle...To hell with everyone who exploit my country..Sheesh..

Frankly I didn't like the movie. I felt it to be cliched. I  feel it doesn't deserve The Golden awards. Even for the Rahman category. Again my voice of concern arises similar to the one I said when I finished The White Tiger. What the hell will the world think about India...

These( read The ghettos)are the darkest corners of the country and these people portray as if the entire country is like this. And as if this is not sufficient when the cop beats up the guy in the movie he says this is the what the 'real India' is!!What the fish!! On one side Govt trying to promote the country saying Incredible one( read Incredible India) and on the other side you demote the same one-A double whammy.

I totally agree with what AB said in his blog. I also nod in agreement to the voices saying this is the reality and we should accept. But tell me one thing.What good are you doing by exposing this fact. Does this movie change the image and lives of the Daravi..Nope..They don't even get the chance to see about their lives..and does this dent the image of India...Inevitably....The repercussions cannot reflect back..

Songs.mp3--2

Here is a post I wrote about some songs some time back..As mentioned when I am feeling blue my mood takes a 180 degree turn when I listen to these...

But of late I stopped listening to these songs. Not that I don't like them anymore but rather I am afraid I may get bored of these if I listen to them more often.I know I am such a  jerk..Indeed a flake..But I would like to see them as many favs always...

Don't crave too much for anything...that's what 2008 taught me:)

Year 2009

My first post of the year :-).Before the clock in my part of the world crosses 12am and before its too late let me wish you Happy and Sparkling new year..

This year NYE was very subdued one for me. It didn't happen by force but by choice...The rave is conspicuous by its absence...

Anyways, I wish you all a great year ahead. Hope the  economic gloom enveloping the world will evaporate ASAP. I wish no one of us will become the victims of the downturn...

Wish everyday will be a new bright day...Happiness should be ubiquitous...Sounding to much utopian huh... :-)..