Monday, April 02, 2007

Template Changes!

It's been over a year since my last post. Much water has flown under the bridge since then.

Our Indian Cricket team has done something, which, well, only our Indian Cricket team can do: Lose against Bangladesh in a World Cup match. "It was a collective team effort," Rahul Dravid later said, using one of his famous cliches, " If it wasn't for those stupendous ducks by Dhoni, Harbhajan and our world class all-rounder, Ajit Agarkar, we couldn't have pulled off that historic loss."

Pakistan, another fancied team from the Sub-continent, did something, which, even India couldn't do: Lose against Ireland! "Inshallah, loss Ireland is lesson, Mashallah, boys young ours, Afridi, just 16 years his age, God Willing, Maa Kasam, World Cup next, Allah-O-Akbar, win we will." barked Inzamam-Ul-Huq, at the post match press conference.

"Fook my ignorance, but, is that English, which this huge bearded bloke out there is talking?" Asked a perplexed Irish Captain, to no one in particular, as, kul-milaake, there were 24 people in the stadium, excluding the the extra's and the coaches of both the teams.

So, as you can see, so much has happened during my absence and I felt it is time I come back and give some unwanted gyan to some vela people, who have enough time to read the gibberish that I'm gonna write.

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Thursday, March 02, 2006


Starry nights. Haunting music. Cool Breeze. Rustling leaves. Red wine. Shy glances. Flighty bodies. Moist lips. Tempting smiles. Levitating senses. Chivvying thoughts. Sweet nothings.

Flickering Lights. Encumbered emotions. Deft touches. Ivory eyes. Battling Eyelashes. Burning Desires. Entwined Arms. Raven thrusts. Silent moans. Orgasmic gaze. Crumpled Sheets. Fluttering shades. Love bites.

Dawn Mist. Golden Sunrise. Frozen in time.

Lasting impressions.

Saturday, February 18, 2006


Hmmm! It feels good! Nay, VERY GOOD to be back. But what is it that transpired me to get back? TAGs! Yes, I am TAGGED! FINALLY!

Kaustu, a stud from NIT-W happened to TAG me like a few eons back. That too after I threatened her at Gun-Point. Yes, I was desperate for a TAG. Good one at that. And what can be better than books?

So, here I go....

1. Number of books I own: Hmmm, tough to estimate . But yes, if I counted all the books which I borrowed from my friends, uncle's, aunt's, cousins, dad's friends, college library (Come to think of it, half of my college's 200 odd books are in my home!), then the number would be somewhere around 150. Not a huge number for a so called esurient reader. But then, for someone who took more than 5 days to complete Love Story, it sure is a huge number.

The problem is, I'm an extremely slow reader. I do all sorts of weird things, like say, refering to the dictionary for the meaning of every word I'm unsure off, checking out the writing styles of different authors, punctuation marks, et al.

2. Last book I read: Life of Pi by Yann Martel. This is an excellent read. A story of a 16 year old guy named Pi who...well, read it guys! It's amazing.

I'm currently reading (For the past 3 months), Les Miserables by Victor Hugo.

3. Last Book I bought: Les Miserables by Victor Hugo! Bought this in Landmark Bookstore, Chennai.

4. Five books that mean a LOT to me:

  • The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand: Six years after I first read this book, I still end up finding new ways that the line, "The creator's concern is the conquest of nature. The parasite's concern is the conquest of men." speaks of human nature.
  • Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand: For completely different and yet entirely similar reasons.
  • Hot Zone by Richard Preston: This book is based on a chilling true story of deadly virus named Ebola which affected parts of Africa, killing 75% of the effected victims. A must read.
  • Catcher In the Rye by J.D.Salinger: I read this book whenever I'm bored. And well, this is the ONLY book which I could complete in two days flat! Holden Caulfield. Hmmmm.

Time for Camphor, Katy, Natkhat Nani, Nikhilesh, Sandeep, Wizengeeky, Akshaya, Gounder and my dearest Sahiti to burn some midnight oil ;)

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Aah! So, now we know the secret behind Pervez Musharraf's INGENIOUS ideas.

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Love and its repercussion

Note: Post SNIPPED on request! Thank you :)

Monday, August 15, 2005


Will be back in a bit!

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Of Love and Break-ups

What is it about love that brings forth such extreme emotions in a person?

A person in love says:

"I love her so much that I can die for her."

"She's the reason I'm alive."

"She's the most amazing person ever. There cannot be a girl like her anywhere."

The same person after a Break-up:

"What the fuck does she think of herself, H-uh?"

"I'll never forgive her for what she did."

"I'm not gonna let her lead a peaceful life again after what she's done to me."

And even after using such abrasive language aginst a person whome he supposedly loves, wants to get back with her. A spurned lover thinks that he's always right. That, if at all, the girl must be blamed for all that has happened. That, he wasn't the reason for the break-up. That, he has the right to say and do anything he wants against a person with whome he just broke up.

What he doesn't and will never try to understand, is the pain which the girl is going through at that very moment. That, there was a reason behind her decision. That she tried her very best to make things work out between them. That she sacrificed a lot in the name of love. And that she even had to lie to her parents on many occasions.

The first reaction of a spurned lover is to persuade her to get back to him. He tries everything he could-Which, if you ask me, is not a wrong thing to do. But for some guys, it doesn't stop at that. If the girl is adamant at not getting back with him, he resorts to cheap tricks. He threatens her, physically abuses her, et al. What he doesn't care a damn for, is the reason behind the girl's decision. He just doesn't wanna know. And by doing things like that, he's not only growing apart from her, but also ruining his own life and career.

It hurts to break-up with someone you truely love. It's diffcult to let go of all those wonderful memories. Memories, which you've shared together for so many years. It hurts when you see a couple holding hands and whispering sweet-nothings, 'cos you instinctively place yourself in their place. It hurts when you goto a restaurant, which, before your break-up, was your favourite haunt. It hurts to be alone 'cos you feel like thinking of her. It hurts to be in a group, 'cos then, you cannot think of her. It hurts when you call her, after a long day at work and she nonchalantly cuts the phone. But your being hurt shouldn't be reason enough for you to make life hell for her 'cos, for all you know, she would be feeling the same way.

Leave her alone. Let her live her way. Let her choose what's best for her. If, after a few months, she feels that she made a mistake by breaking-up with you, she'll come back. Until then, you don't loose hope. Never loose hope. You face life as it is. Face it and live with it! That's what life is all about and that's what will make you a better person.

Here's to everyone who were ruined in both mind and spirit, but never gave up the will to live and carry on. To Athiya. To Mushtaq. To Harsha. To a girl who doesn't want to be named, but who is reading this and knows that I'm speaking of her.

"I thought we were invincible. But now I know that the things that people in love do to each other, they remember. And if they stay together, it's not because they forget. It's because they forgive."

As David tells Diana.
-Indecent Proposal.

Sunday, July 31, 2005

My Journey to Adulthood

Have you ever started a day that just felt like the twilight zone and as each minute advanced, the feeling got worse and worse? That's exactly what I experienced today. It was a creepy feeling, trust me, really creepy.

And talking of creepy feelings, how can I forget this creepy incident that happened to me when I was in my 7th class (grade).

It was a warm Sunday morning, perfect for a 12 year old, inquisitive guy like me to explore new horizons. So, after giving my morning Roll Call (OMG! Roll Call? As in, a Hostel?) Yes, Roll Call.. as in a Hostel. I was in a Residential School, remember? Okay, so, after giving my Roll Call, I furtively go to my room, get dressed and set out on a journey which would change my life forever.

So, I walk down our play ground-making sure no one sees me-towards a small opening, which would get me out of the campus. Once out, I take a bus to the only theater in town which showed Soft-Porn movies (Golly gee, didja just say Porn? As in, Pornography?) Oh yeah, you bet your Asteroids, I did. In a way, I was a Child Prodigy when it came to such stuff. But then, how does it matter now? Okay, once near the theater, I stand there and observe people-hoping to spot someone of my age. And after waiting for a few futile minutes, decide to go and get my ticket to adulthood.

"One ticket, sir." I gingerly ask the Box-Office dude.

That guy must have got the shock of his life 'cos he just kept staring at me. And after a few seconds, says, "Idi pillala movie kadu (This is not a kids movie)."

Well, Du-h!!!

But I didn't give up. "Sir, please, naaku ee movie chaala choodaalani undhi (Sir, Please, I desperately wanna watch this movie)."

After prodding along for a few minutes, the guy finally agrees and gives a "I bet this won't be your last soft-porn movie" look. But of course. I mean, it's like giving someone a Lays chip and saying, "I bet you can't eat just one....tan tana".

So, I walk in, watch everything which a 12 year old guy would find interesting and come out satisfied. "Aaah," I think, "I can now brag about this to everyone..Yada Yada." I then board the bus and cogitate about the hero's welcome that I would be getting. What, with me being the first guy from my school to ever watch an adult movie and all.

Once inside the campus, I saunter towards my room and whom do I see there? The Warden! "Gosh," I think, "Not him! This cannot be true."

"So, Raj, where were we since morning?" He asks with a look on his face, which, well, only a Warden can have.

"Father...err...father...I was in the playground...."

*SLAP* Right across my face.

"Playground, eh? You little twat,"

*SLAP* another one. This time on the other cheek.

*SMACK* Okay, that was the cane coming in contact with my 12 year old BUTT.

I couldn't take that. I start weeping, begging him to stop hitting me.

"You are a shame to our hallowed institution." He yells and walks outta the room.

Boy! Was he pissed-off or what? I later learn that someone from the school saw me near the "seedy" theatre and informed the warden. Damn! And what was that "someone" doing near the "seedy" theatre? For all I know, that "someone" could have been the Warden himself. Asshole.

That night, unable to sleep, I went out of my room, to the balcony. It was a Full Moon night. And, I couldn't resist the urge to make the moment count. So, I threw my head back and howled


It was a long, ear-splitting howl. I just wanted to annoy my warden and to be honest with you, I sounded pretty good.

Now, don't ask me what happened after that 'cos you surely wouldn't wanna know and even if you do, I don't have the patience to tellya.


Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Template Changes!

My friends-Abhijit and Teju-are making a few changes to my BLOG template! It'll take a few hours/days for them to finish!

Inconvenience caused is regretted!

UPDATE: Work on the Template's done!! Please do leave your comments on the look and feel of the new one!

Monday, July 18, 2005

As Louis Khan once said, “Even a Brick wants to be something!”

A Brick wants to be something!

It aspires.

Even a common, ordinary Brick wants to be something more than it is.

Wants to be something better than it is.

And that is what we must be!

I so love Indecent Proposal!

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

Pankaj Udhas in concert for Child Rights

CRY - Child Relief and You is organizing an evening of Ghazals in Hyderabad. The concert aims to provide a platform for the people of Hyderabad to support child rights so that every child can enjoy a happy, healthy childhood.

Pankaj Udhas' name needs no introduction. In a career spanning over 20 years, his lilting and melodious music brought ghazals back into popularity. With his beautiful voice and soulful lyrics the evening promises to be a feast for the ears.

Proceeds from the sale of donor passes will go towards child development projects supported by CRY.

It is an opportunity for you to make a difference to the lives of underprivileged children!

Date: Friday, July 15, 2005

Venue: Viceroy Hotel & Convention Centre, Hyderabad

Time: 7:00 pm

Donor passes:Rs. 1250 per person (inclusive of dinner)
Rs. 750, Rs. 500, Rs. 300 (excluding dinner)

Please contact Mr. Nirmalya Chakrabarty at 9391170399 or e-mail at for Donor Passes or for more information.

Saturday, July 02, 2005

That was one of the most memorable moments in the histroy of sport! Lance Armstrong winning his sixth consecutive Tour De France title.

Tour De France 2005 starts today!! And the great man will be gunning for his seventh title! Not a mean achievement, considering the fact that he was a Cancer survivor.

Lance was diagnosed with testicular cancer, which, by then, already spread to his brain and lungs. But with surgery and chemotherapy, he is now cancer free.

"If you ever get a second chance in life, you've got to go all the way"
Lance Armstrong.

Here's wishing him all the best!!

Sunday, June 26, 2005


I once told a friend of mine-who was adamant to see my writing skills and who also happens to be a good blogger-that, the last thing I’ll ever do is publish my thoughts for the world to comment on. But then, as things would have it, here I am, doing what I once thought was a waste of time and energy.

Well, hmm, okay, I’ll let you in on a secret. It’s like; I’ve had this great fascination to write. I always wanted to be a novelist. I actually had this amazing plot in my mind which I used to pen down in my college note book. I wrote, and I wrote and wrote some more and after, say, 20 pages, I had this major writers-block from which I still couldn’t recover.

I gave up on that idea.

After a year or so, I thought the best thing for a failed novelist like me to do was to write a short story and send it some magazine like Readers Digest to get it published. So, there I was, trying to prove myself that I can be lucky this time around.

Lucky, I was!! I could finally complete the story. But then came the moment of truth! I had to read whatever I have written judiciously for like 15 odd days. Read, I did and tear the pages one-by-one without even thinking twice, is what I did next.

I gave up on that idea too.

So, here I am, two years hence, on a completely new mission. I just hope I am third time lucky.

Saturday, June 25, 2005

As Otto von Bismarck once said, " A statesman... must wait until he hears the steps of God sounding through events, then leap up and grasp the hem of His garment."

I know i've kept you people waiting for some time now! But then, i'm sure you'll understand my predicament and that i'm gonna get back to blogging with a bang. One day, or two days at the max, is all I ask for!

Thanks for the patience, people!

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