ANothERr AtTempT

let me make another attempt... May be I can get better at this.
To tell the truth I would not have taken the pain of typing in these words had there been better things to do. The only trigger which makes me visit the blog now and then is the hope that one of those lazy asses whom i have added as friends would hve posted something interesting. But unfortunately except for mr.Maxaud everybody seems to have stopped writing. Such a waste that guys like potato and yogi don't write anymore.. what a pity.. what a waste!!!

And while i am at it, the TV is running in the room. It is one of those 24hrs News channel. Boy! How I wish those good old days of DD news were back. I was not a big fan of their coverage, but atleast they just passed you the news and let you to make your own judgements. But with somebody like Barkha Dutt it feels as if she is coming right out of the TV in one of her horrendous attires and telling you with a loudspeaker what is right and how exactly you should react. God!! I wonder whether the LeT guys sent her flowers after her Mumbai blast coverage..

Vera!.. What has become of you

i just love these songs. .

This one from Pink floyd is the shortest and sweetest song i have ever come across.
Vera - Pink Floyd

And this is an old favourite....
How do you feel tonight - Bryan Adams (nice video to go with it)

youtube rocks!!

CUBISM

CUBISM : invented by Picasso and Braque, perfected by me ;o)

Boskee..

Just putting these cartoon strips here so that I don't just lose them someday. Maybe i shud put it in picassa too..

All these ideas were courtesy a group of brilliant guys in my office.
- Ashwin, Madhav, Bhaskar

Not only did they come up with some wonderful ideas they also made sure that I work my A@# off trying to implement it.

Infact Ashwin used to follow it up like a project manager, and we did have reviews. It was all CMM level 5 ;)

Why not watch cricket...

Whenever someone turns the discussion to India not doing well in sports I always try to support the theory that cricket is the root cause. For some reason I always think that since there is too much attention towards cricket in India all the other sports take a back seat.

There are only some sports which is accessible to all people. Especially in countries like India. For instance take Tennis. This game is still played in India only by the elite. The Paes and Mirzas of Indian tennis are people from this creamy layer of Indian society. The only ones which come to mind as being accessible to all are cricket, football and maybe hockey. These are games with out much fuss and all they demand are numbers (which we never lack). ie all you need is a ball and a sizeable crowd for these games. Yes, cricket demands some more equipment but these are easily replaced with things you can find around.

Out of these I think football is the most complete sport. But you will notice that it is popular only in some states like Bengal, Kerala, Goa etc and if you think more deeply maybe there is hidden reason for this. Football as a game requires lot of stamina and strength. It is very taxing on your energy. And perhaps these are the only states which offer the kind of climate suited for this game. Playing football in the hot climate of Chennai or some north Indian city is unthinkable. Same is the case with hockey and moreover you need to find a lot of sticks. Cricket when considering these aspects is ideally suited for the Indian climate. At a time not more than two people are active in the game and you get enough time to catch your breath.

I agree that it is always nice to catch a match of tennis or a football game on TV. But when there is representation from your country the level of interest and passion is unparalleled. And today cricket is the only sport which offers us these elements.

So why not sit back and enjoy a good match of cricket rather than cribbing about it. And we have all the more reason with the Worldcup around the corner.

Boxing

I read in wikipedia that boxing was introduced in Olympics as early as 688BC and I had no idea that even Olympic games was there that long back.

Why I am talking about boxing here is because today as I type in this blog I am suffering from a semi-serious chest concussion incurred while having a bout with my roommate. It all started some day last week (I don't remember the exact date) when they aired the movie Ali in one of the channels. The movie was interesting even though at some places it seemed more like a documentary. Especially the final bout where Ali beats George Foreman. After the movie I realized that being tough was the way to be and decided to take on my roommate.

Before I go deeper in to what happened next I will state some facts about my opponent. This guy is just some two inches taller (which I don't consider is a big advantage) and is 40Kgs heavier (which I failed to notice). Above all this is one guy who is very serious about body building and used to lift around 120 kgs (he claims) while doing squats not so long ago.

I really don't remember why I chose him as my opponent since we don't fall in the same weight category. Perhaps the reason was that he was the only one I could find in the room at that moment. Also I remember seeing Bradd Pitt knock out a guy twice his size in the movie Snatch. All these points suggested that it was not a bad idea. Once we got started I decided to call the shots and landed my first punch on his right arm. I don't think he was very amused and using his fists he playfully tapped (he still maintains he just tapped) just below my chest. Even though I was not knocked out technically, I lost my breath for a few seconds. So we decided it would be wiser to stop the match.

Two days later I started feeling extreme difficulty while breathing and I concluded it was due to some gastric problems. But the condition did not subside the next day and now the pain also increased. Still I did not attribute it to the punch I received since the incident totally escaped my mind. When it became no longer bearable I decided to seek professional advice and went to see a doctor. The doctor did some preliminary check-up and told me in her broken English that the pain was because of muscular sprain and not related to gastric problems. She asked me whether I had suffered any trauma below my chest. I maintained that nothing like that had happened because by this time the incident was no longer in my memory. But she decided to stick to the same theory and prescribed some pain killers and muscle relaxants and asked me to take it for a week.

After coming home I told my 110kg roommate about what happened at the Clinic. With a wry smile he asked me whether it was in someway related to the boxing match we had had. Suddenly all the missing pieces of the jigsaw puzzle fitted and I could see the complete picture.

It has been 4 days since then and I am still taking the medicines. These days whatever he says I make sure that I agree and never give a chance for an argument. I guess some lessons are learned the hard way.

I am Back.....

Its been almost a year since i scribbled something here.... back then I was put as a buffer resource for 2 weeks and had practically nothing to do and I had started this... but it did not come along very well I guess..

but now that i am 1yr wiser I will give it a try again...

for now Bon-nuit.. it is 1.00 am here

I have been thinking abt...

I have been thinking about the virtual cages people put themselves in. For instance I have been working for the past 3 years and I am still not sure whether this is what I wanted in my life. No, I am sure this is not what I wanted. But the problem is I don't know what ELSE once I stop doing what I am doing now.

I think many people I have come across face the same problem. They feel they have it in them to do something bigger, but they find it too hard to let go of what they have. And believe me all of them are holding on to things they don't want.

The most successful people of this world do what they like. And that is what makes them successful. But I don't think just having the courage to let go and follow your dreams makes you successful. It is just that we come to hear only the success stories. There may be hundreds who got trampled on their path and regretted their decisions. You need courage and LUCK.

What then? There are two options. There are two paths.

• One leads to success and happiness. But it is filled with all sorts of dangers and there is a risk of failure.
• The second path is the one most people take. It is easier and crowded of the two. But here you live like Zombies, following the group instead of following your dreams.

I am currently on this second path. I have the choice to go back and take the right one. But the problem is I don't know where it lies. (Sigh)