ringa ringa beerrssss.....
pocket full of cheersssss.....
hussha busshhaa....
and we all puke it out...
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Sunday, December 25, 2005
damn
we lost today....started off well....1 over 3 runs conceded and a couple of wickets......Dhi bowled well..but then it all started goin wrong for us...i could have taken that catch....damn y didnt i jump...have got too heavy...gave away 8 runs in one over....scored jus 1* and we lost by 6 runs....
so much for a merry chirstmas...
so much for a merry chirstmas...
Monday, December 19, 2005
Decade....hence
10 years down the line.....
a humuliated australian player, who has been dropped from the team in a spectacular fashion, breaking his oath will inform the media how they(australians sportspersons) made fools out of the other countries by using performance enhancing drugs along with camouflaging drugs. and how only one of them was caught because he ate too much of fried chips, which by the way kill the camouflagin effect of the drug. he however was reinstated a year later on the basis of his performance......lol...ok so it may not happen in the said fashion....but i am so sure that one of them is gonna snap and puke away the secret.
sergio's grandson will tell the world how ferrari found loopholes and used it to their advantage for years, before 2005 season. how they flouted the rules, by throwing wads of greenbacks at some big shots, who would be dead by then.
Wasim Akram on his death bed will reveal how that he took some PED...........(performance enhancing drugs....u aint paying attention) along with his diabetes shots and so did the rest of his lethargic team mates.
there will be agents/agencies cropping up everywhere to help the B School aspirants with their form filling....right from circling the stupid OMR sheets...(dont ask me the full form)...to speedposting it.....to checking whether the institute received the piece of paper...for this thing to happen, one may not have to wait for a decade, might see it happening from next year itself.
Mumbai will have 69.5689741% of its populations staying in slums and the candidates for the 2019 assemble polls will all be locally bred slum hero's. People staying in apartments and bungalows will constitute the minority community.
India will enter into a strategic alliance with Serbia and Montenegro.
In between, China will have unleashed 5 more deadly virus on par or worse than SARS, while conducting some Chemical Warfare Weapon trials in the Guangdong District. Dont worry...none will in anyway affect India, whose citizens by then, will have developed immunity to Typhoid/Malaria and AIDS....OK i went to far.....Only Typhoid and Malaria.
As you all can see i am moving away from reality and also that my fingers are paining....so enough predictions for the day...time to meditate
a humuliated australian player, who has been dropped from the team in a spectacular fashion, breaking his oath will inform the media how they(australians sportspersons) made fools out of the other countries by using performance enhancing drugs along with camouflaging drugs. and how only one of them was caught because he ate too much of fried chips, which by the way kill the camouflagin effect of the drug. he however was reinstated a year later on the basis of his performance......lol...ok so it may not happen in the said fashion....but i am so sure that one of them is gonna snap and puke away the secret.
sergio's grandson will tell the world how ferrari found loopholes and used it to their advantage for years, before 2005 season. how they flouted the rules, by throwing wads of greenbacks at some big shots, who would be dead by then.
Wasim Akram on his death bed will reveal how that he took some PED...........(performance enhancing drugs....u aint paying attention) along with his diabetes shots and so did the rest of his lethargic team mates.
there will be agents/agencies cropping up everywhere to help the B School aspirants with their form filling....right from circling the stupid OMR sheets...(dont ask me the full form)...to speedposting it.....to checking whether the institute received the piece of paper...for this thing to happen, one may not have to wait for a decade, might see it happening from next year itself.
Mumbai will have 69.5689741% of its populations staying in slums and the candidates for the 2019 assemble polls will all be locally bred slum hero's. People staying in apartments and bungalows will constitute the minority community.
India will enter into a strategic alliance with Serbia and Montenegro.
In between, China will have unleashed 5 more deadly virus on par or worse than SARS, while conducting some Chemical Warfare Weapon trials in the Guangdong District. Dont worry...none will in anyway affect India, whose citizens by then, will have developed immunity to Typhoid/Malaria and AIDS....OK i went to far.....Only Typhoid and Malaria.
As you all can see i am moving away from reality and also that my fingers are paining....so enough predictions for the day...time to meditate
team work
The Human Resource manual(the one i have) defines 'team-work' as, 'individuals working together and Cooperating within the group, especially among the acquired subsidiaries or merged parts of a corporation,to create an enhanced combined effect and achieve the over all oraganisational goal'.
does one need to learn this wicked definition to understand what teamwork is...
Absolutely Not.
one can play a cricket match against the neighbouring societies and lay a bet, to witness the panache with which the uncalled for rivalry makes an appearance .
And how the 'At War Cousins'(Dhi and Sur) for once stop swearing at each other and suprisingly egg the other fellow on or how the 'Heavy Footed slow coach'(Ra) starts sprinting faster than Maurice Greene. all this to acheive the common goal....A GLASS OF COKE. (the goals differ depending upon....the mood in the camp) and also respect of being mentioned when Cricketing topics crop up.
or even better.....Sit on the last seat of a BEST ( Mumbai public transport Bus) as i realised today.
i met Sur in the line, we got in and took the seat near the rear entrance(people usually sit there to check out the ladies who enter...i sit there to minimise my negotiating the evening traffic in the bus). Sur was sitting next to me, and the bus was moderately full when the Conducter signalled the departure with the tug on the string bell. i was emptyin my wallet for some idiotic reason and Sur was generally trying to check out the ladies out of the window. I normally am aware about the kind of people around me in the bus, but not today.
Then all of a sudden, 10 mins into our journey we heard a big thud. My first impression was that someone had fallen off the bus. but i couldnt see anyone through the rear window....maybe someone dropped his bag....well there was nothing on the road.
then i saw an old man...out of his wits....as if he had jus been transfered into this eon from the biblical times.....
then it occured to us...rather to sur....who told me that someone must have flicked his wallet or his bag...and bag it was.
After the 'post mortem' which is synonymous to the Mumbai, as Bush is to nincompoopism....Sur explained that there were 6 guys, who boarded the bus at the first stop....2 of them sat next to us....2 stood in front of the unfortunate victim...and 2 on his side. All this is near the rear entrance.
2 mins into the ride, the 2 sitting next to us, offered their seats to healthy individuals, (i mention that to suggest it was not out of respect) and stood behind the Victim. Then all of them lunged forward as if the Bus had breaked hard. And thats when they made their move. Dont ask me how the poor man didnt realise that his bag was being snatched....he realised it later when this guy standing next to him told him what had happened.
He got down, all shaken up and crossed the road on being directed by a good samaritan. Whether he was yelling or not, i donot know. But he sure was hassled.
Sur, so well versed with these harsh realities of life....told me that the good samaritan was infact part of the gang, and directed that man in the other direction(Damn it sur...u are tellin me all this now).
Hows that for a freaking pull off...!!!
Team work jus couldnt have gotten better.
.........Maybe second only to ours in a cricket match.
does one need to learn this wicked definition to understand what teamwork is...
Absolutely Not.
one can play a cricket match against the neighbouring societies and lay a bet, to witness the panache with which the uncalled for rivalry makes an appearance .
And how the 'At War Cousins'(Dhi and Sur) for once stop swearing at each other and suprisingly egg the other fellow on or how the 'Heavy Footed slow coach'(Ra) starts sprinting faster than Maurice Greene. all this to acheive the common goal....A GLASS OF COKE. (the goals differ depending upon....the mood in the camp) and also respect of being mentioned when Cricketing topics crop up.
or even better.....Sit on the last seat of a BEST ( Mumbai public transport Bus) as i realised today.
i met Sur in the line, we got in and took the seat near the rear entrance(people usually sit there to check out the ladies who enter...i sit there to minimise my negotiating the evening traffic in the bus). Sur was sitting next to me, and the bus was moderately full when the Conducter signalled the departure with the tug on the string bell. i was emptyin my wallet for some idiotic reason and Sur was generally trying to check out the ladies out of the window. I normally am aware about the kind of people around me in the bus, but not today.
Then all of a sudden, 10 mins into our journey we heard a big thud. My first impression was that someone had fallen off the bus. but i couldnt see anyone through the rear window....maybe someone dropped his bag....well there was nothing on the road.
then i saw an old man...out of his wits....as if he had jus been transfered into this eon from the biblical times.....
then it occured to us...rather to sur....who told me that someone must have flicked his wallet or his bag...and bag it was.
After the 'post mortem' which is synonymous to the Mumbai, as Bush is to nincompoopism....Sur explained that there were 6 guys, who boarded the bus at the first stop....2 of them sat next to us....2 stood in front of the unfortunate victim...and 2 on his side. All this is near the rear entrance.
2 mins into the ride, the 2 sitting next to us, offered their seats to healthy individuals, (i mention that to suggest it was not out of respect) and stood behind the Victim. Then all of them lunged forward as if the Bus had breaked hard. And thats when they made their move. Dont ask me how the poor man didnt realise that his bag was being snatched....he realised it later when this guy standing next to him told him what had happened.
He got down, all shaken up and crossed the road on being directed by a good samaritan. Whether he was yelling or not, i donot know. But he sure was hassled.
Sur, so well versed with these harsh realities of life....told me that the good samaritan was infact part of the gang, and directed that man in the other direction(Damn it sur...u are tellin me all this now).
Hows that for a freaking pull off...!!!
Team work jus couldnt have gotten better.
.........Maybe second only to ours in a cricket match.
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Aint doing us a favour
i am sure about inviting the wrath of the IIM community.
But i could not help forget the comment made by an IIM student., on NDTV.
While arguing the case for Manjunath, which i may add, hold true in any scenario, he went on to say that he was contemplating a decision to move to "CHICAGO".
He might not be speaking for the entire student community of IIM, but then nobody interuppted him as well.
His statement sounded more like a 'threat' than a comment. I absolutely stand by anyone moving out of India to pursue his/her personal goals, but when a person make himself sound like hes doing a favour by staying back, it irks me.
IIMites are truly creame de la creame of the society, but then they aint bigger than the country that they are residing in.
With all our problems, with all the corruption, with all the red tapism, the country sure is in doldrums, but it aint knocked out. I am in no way belittling the sacrifice made by Manjunath. It takes guts to stand up to all that shit, and i myself would have backed out. He has set an example for everyone, please dont make it a case study for attesting the cause of leaving this country.
But what baffles me is, had it not been an IIMite, but an average family man,(capable of getting an overseas offer at the drop of a hat) in this situation, would reaction have been the same.
An IIM community has the 'beef' to get NDTV make a show on it, i am sure it can wrestle a lot of other problems in the country.
For all you know, had Gandhi backed out at those trying times, all of us would have now been vying for a place in the prestigious IIM....Indian Institute of her Majesty.
But i could not help forget the comment made by an IIM student., on NDTV.
While arguing the case for Manjunath, which i may add, hold true in any scenario, he went on to say that he was contemplating a decision to move to "CHICAGO".
He might not be speaking for the entire student community of IIM, but then nobody interuppted him as well.
His statement sounded more like a 'threat' than a comment. I absolutely stand by anyone moving out of India to pursue his/her personal goals, but when a person make himself sound like hes doing a favour by staying back, it irks me.
IIMites are truly creame de la creame of the society, but then they aint bigger than the country that they are residing in.
With all our problems, with all the corruption, with all the red tapism, the country sure is in doldrums, but it aint knocked out. I am in no way belittling the sacrifice made by Manjunath. It takes guts to stand up to all that shit, and i myself would have backed out. He has set an example for everyone, please dont make it a case study for attesting the cause of leaving this country.
But what baffles me is, had it not been an IIMite, but an average family man,(capable of getting an overseas offer at the drop of a hat) in this situation, would reaction have been the same.
An IIM community has the 'beef' to get NDTV make a show on it, i am sure it can wrestle a lot of other problems in the country.
For all you know, had Gandhi backed out at those trying times, all of us would have now been vying for a place in the prestigious IIM....Indian Institute of her Majesty.
Saturday, November 19, 2005
Pussy galore
11.00 am seems aeons away. for it will be my first go at capturing the all elusive CAT(common admission test).
i have been told to chill relax, and loads of other things. i am feelin everythin but that. I may look chilled out on the outside....but gettin that shit queasy feelin in my tummy.
ozzy save me!
i have been told to chill relax, and loads of other things. i am feelin everythin but that. I may look chilled out on the outside....but gettin that shit queasy feelin in my tummy.
ozzy save me!
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Mis takes
i have tried hard to learn a lesson from every mistake....but it aint easy. One has to ponder incessantly to first think what category the mistake falls in. once you are done sorting them, comes the difficult part, "WHAT LESSON DO I TAKE FROM IT".
nevertheless the point i was tryin to make is that implementing the lesson u have learnt is much more difficult that learnin the stupid lesson. i have learnt a lot of lessons, but it would have been much more meaningful had i learnt to make use of them in day to day life.nobody i know, stresses on this godforsaken fact. the pundits are under the impression that the man would use his teachings after knowing the rationale behind it. But that does not happenone could also end up interpreting the chapter in a different light and and screw their happiness up.These are some of the lessons i have learnt from this beatiful city.
nevertheless the point i was tryin to make is that implementing the lesson u have learnt is much more difficult that learnin the stupid lesson. i have learnt a lot of lessons, but it would have been much more meaningful had i learnt to make use of them in day to day life.nobody i know, stresses on this godforsaken fact. the pundits are under the impression that the man would use his teachings after knowing the rationale behind it. But that does not happenone could also end up interpreting the chapter in a different light and and screw their happiness up.These are some of the lessons i have learnt from this beatiful city.
a day on the streets of mumbai can teach that never argue with a lady on a public bus, no matter how wrong she is, or if u do....make sure u get down at the next stop.
Never enter a Virar local, if u dont stay at Virar...(dont know what it is, its a metaphor for MUMBAI's life,........ they all would agree)
Never look at how the hawkers make ur favourite Bhel( culinary delight of roasted rice flakes mixed with assorted sauces and chopped spices, notwithstanding the unique flavours passed on by the hands making them). All in all, never enter a kitchen of your favourite restaurent. You might puke.....u will PUKE....
Never argue after beer....argue the next day.
these are jus some of them.
Monday, September 12, 2005
Ode to Beer
It did seem like a normal sunday, except for the fact that there was no feelin of the oncomin monday blues....(jobless right now...u see).
what better thing to do then to have beer with ur pals, and to top it of, didnt have to buy any rounds as one of the miser friends found out the gratuitous side he had to himself.
Nin normally acts stingy about everythin, and the rest of us try our best to make him spend more, but a veteran that he is, he always find the most inexcusible excuses to get away with little. but that all changes after hes down four bottles of Kingfisher. the "fermented nectar" has a supernatural effect on him, and out comes a man who would pay the bill for everythin and everyone. the trouble is he doesnt drink that much that too often, but when he does, we make sure that we place a big order...its good fun.
But this sunday we werent that lucky, never the less all were out drinkin.
Sur doesnt drink but makes sure he accompanies us everywhere, hes the kind who doesnt like to miss out on anythin and wants to be the person, people would turn to, if a detailed narration of an episode is required.
Sid was down with fever and so had nothin. Sid and Nin have agreed in principle to disagree on everything....but when its beer time, the animosity evaporates.
Like always, the ones who drink chip in for the bill, so this time it had to be me and Nin.
At 00.00, after much debate on things that in no way come close to even altering an inch of our way of life, we call for the bill.....i pull out a hundred, but a hand grabbed me by the wrist.
"thaamb"(wait).....
it was Nin, he wanted to pay the entire amount, which i was not fine with(i have always wanted to pay for myself, whenever i had cash on me). Sid was also not happy, though his reason was no way close to mine. He didnt have anything to drink or eat, and he thought maybe that was the reason why Nin wanted to pay. He tried to make a joke out of it, by callin the waiter to place his order, as Nin was paying. Nin wasnt payin attention to any of Sid's crap. i paid Nin and we left the place to the schadenfreude giggles emanating from Sur. Was a funny picture. To sids rue, he vouched never to sit without a beer when in Nin's company. and we departed.
OK....so why the hell am i sayin all this....well...people say a lot of thing about how one should stay away from alcohol, blahhhhhh.....and after some mornin hangovers i did subscribe to that thought....however the very essense of beer is not about gettin high but more about the quality time one spends in its company. pros far outweigh the cons.
Talks about how one got ditched ages back start surfacing from the most unexpected guy,
.....the coward of the lot commence their speech from the most courageous stories one could have heard.....bloated, exaggerating episodes are dime a many in circle full of friends. One can be a witness to all this only when with beer.
all in all, i have had some of my best times in the Ale's proximity,
Beer saves lives!!!!!!! i have experienced it firsthand, and my friends would certainly standby that.
what better thing to do then to have beer with ur pals, and to top it of, didnt have to buy any rounds as one of the miser friends found out the gratuitous side he had to himself.
Nin normally acts stingy about everythin, and the rest of us try our best to make him spend more, but a veteran that he is, he always find the most inexcusible excuses to get away with little. but that all changes after hes down four bottles of Kingfisher. the "fermented nectar" has a supernatural effect on him, and out comes a man who would pay the bill for everythin and everyone. the trouble is he doesnt drink that much that too often, but when he does, we make sure that we place a big order...its good fun.
But this sunday we werent that lucky, never the less all were out drinkin.
Sur doesnt drink but makes sure he accompanies us everywhere, hes the kind who doesnt like to miss out on anythin and wants to be the person, people would turn to, if a detailed narration of an episode is required.
Sid was down with fever and so had nothin. Sid and Nin have agreed in principle to disagree on everything....but when its beer time, the animosity evaporates.
Like always, the ones who drink chip in for the bill, so this time it had to be me and Nin.
At 00.00, after much debate on things that in no way come close to even altering an inch of our way of life, we call for the bill.....i pull out a hundred, but a hand grabbed me by the wrist.
"thaamb"(wait).....
it was Nin, he wanted to pay the entire amount, which i was not fine with(i have always wanted to pay for myself, whenever i had cash on me). Sid was also not happy, though his reason was no way close to mine. He didnt have anything to drink or eat, and he thought maybe that was the reason why Nin wanted to pay. He tried to make a joke out of it, by callin the waiter to place his order, as Nin was paying. Nin wasnt payin attention to any of Sid's crap. i paid Nin and we left the place to the schadenfreude giggles emanating from Sur. Was a funny picture. To sids rue, he vouched never to sit without a beer when in Nin's company. and we departed.
OK....so why the hell am i sayin all this....well...people say a lot of thing about how one should stay away from alcohol, blahhhhhh.....and after some mornin hangovers i did subscribe to that thought....however the very essense of beer is not about gettin high but more about the quality time one spends in its company. pros far outweigh the cons.
Talks about how one got ditched ages back start surfacing from the most unexpected guy,
.....the coward of the lot commence their speech from the most courageous stories one could have heard.....bloated, exaggerating episodes are dime a many in circle full of friends. One can be a witness to all this only when with beer.
all in all, i have had some of my best times in the Ale's proximity,
Beer saves lives!!!!!!! i have experienced it firsthand, and my friends would certainly standby that.
my first blog
i have been thinkin about my own blog for sometime now...and finally...i have created one....
i dont think so....a guy like me who can talk crap anytime of the day and have all his ten fingers intact...would have any trouble maitainin one...but shit can happen.....
i dont think so....a guy like me who can talk crap anytime of the day and have all his ten fingers intact...would have any trouble maitainin one...but shit can happen.....
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