It was the day I packed my bags for my first travel thru the various layers of atmosphere to a landmass on the planet several kilometres far and up in terms of distance/altitude!!... Missing friends is always a pain but heard from ppl that missing their dear ones is like playing soccer with a hamstring injury...horrible pain!!! Fortunately (or unfortunately?) i didn’t get any chance to get those feelings... Dear ones?? Well there have been many... right from school days crushes used to come frequently to me with consistency.. Its almost a decade now and it incessantly travelled with me!!
I feared if someone took out the mandrakes only to realise that the screeching sounds of aircraft are no different... But it didn’t really matter to me coz of the bright and bubbly damsels working for the Deusch spoken airlines... why was this language not taught in our schools?? Or in college?? If I had known Deusch i could have approached those ppl and made an impression....Hmm.... that doesn’t make a difference.. Why was that impression not made against the women speaking same mother tongue as mine?? Or why was the effort not taken?? Before i could figure out the answer for these questions that arose I was startled seeing a fact on a magazine provided and from then I started hating magazines for giving blunt/true facts!!! “The Ratio of men to women is 10:7 in India” were the words englossed....
Then it means for any guy to get a girl...he shud come in the top 7... My position was worser than the tenth... I wont even be in the contention since am moving out of the country!!! GODs must be crazy!!! Only on these occasions we get a doubt if GOD is really there!!! I hope he is there atleast as a hope in every heart that looks out for things or as love in the heart that needs it...
After several months of my journey, my position is rock solid as it used to be..... New country and different lifestyle had represented lots of difference in culture as well.. My friends used to ask if I found a person in the opposite sex here(believe me...it has a deeper meaning)!! The reply they used to get is a smile... reason is not my reluctance...its just the availability...What can a guy do if he is single and looking... and opposite gender are either committed or engaged or married... By hard work I spotted one girl attractive and pretty who was single but she was accompanied by her kid...Is this a santoor ad or wat...I wont repent.. Dont pity me..Am not the only one in this kinda situation...
As times passed by, mailboxes were flooded with invitations from my female friends...most of the grooms were residing in the country known as world power.. The beauty salons in Chennai became deserted since the guys affected by US groom syndrome never came to visit... Thiruvalluvars in the making.. Dont get me wrong here... there wasn’t anything wrong that those female friends did but the guys who were affected by this should be the ones to miss the seventh rank by a narrow margin... i believe the survey results now...
Conversation with the budding thiruvalluvars meant that I need to put up a filter to desalinate the flow of words coming from their vocal cord filled with anger... First word wud be ``screw the guys from the so called super power``... I felt little relieved coz am not living in that country!!! So they are not screwing me.... My condition is not so great... I call up my friends in another country and do the same thing!!! :D
So what can be done now to dry periods existing in the lives of guys under this category.. Trying to expertise on the facts, one thing was found..It must be the female infanticide that existed in the country few generations back that caused the off balance in the ratio...It should be that Karuthamma oldie behind this..
Well am going to spread a noble campaign of stopping female infanticide..else guys in the future generation would be affected by syndromes like SFS...Single Forever Syndrome...
Never mind guys... If u look back at history, great achievers are single...
We are Abdul kalam, Vajpai, Vinoba baave, Nithyananda...ooops..Vivekananda in the making...
Optimism isn’t it...
PS: All the characters and incidents covered in this post are fictious. Resemblance to any person living or dead or myself is purely coincidental :)
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Monday, May 31, 2010
Insanity...
My room is really messy.. a bachelor’s paradise indeed....i don’t feel this often but realized it when i was frantically searching for the head ache medicine.. i wished all things manufactured on this planet would have a GPS system embedded...intensity of the ache really kindled my thought process...the name englossed...yuppie..I remembered it and was glad that am not affected by short term memory loss..
There is a always a logic by which people use to remember things... If that was missed then they become a patient... touch wood..i didn’t become one in this case since the brand of the panacea advertises to cure the ache of das sar!!!!... my hindi knowledge was not bad as i thought... (i passed the first level of hindi exams in second class writing with kids who are one third of my age)... am saying this with pride coz i passed the exams unexpectedly!!! Well I knew das means ten from the famous number sung by Maduri counting the numerals .. which implicitly means I knew to count till 13...
But the surprising thing is how i got to know tat sar means head??... thanks to Abishake machan...Das sar vale!!!... oh wow... did Raavan(an) really have ten heads??? Was he having one central nervous system controlling ten of his heads?? Or ten separate CPUs working, controlling and behaving as a single person....
Whatever it is how did he handle the dard in ten different heads?? Heart feels and brain thinks.... and yogis say both these needs to be in sync to live to the fullest.. i wondered if that will work for a 10:1 ratio...i used to be palpitated at times due to my continuous thought process and feel bad over the evil that men do... would a person with more than one skull be able to control all such things that eminates from all its source??? Every day activity becomes a ten man army comprising people speaking entirely unrelated languages without understanding each other... none doesn’t strike a chord to the other...
History reiterated the fact that the ten headed monster was killed for his deeds...deeds are always controversial.... but everyone has his own reason for the mistakes done... To err is human and to forgive is divine...which infers...the humans would be forgiven by the divine.... am not sure if it really happened... making an epic out of a short story is common but in reality big story out of sad stories never happens..,, but why should a land be cursed upon billions of years after the end of one emperor... a king is only a representative of the country but he is not the whole country... many times we see representatives in class not coming first.... this means that best need not represent the group and the representative is the best to represent the group...confused?? so am i...
Some famous words say..history is written by winners..so when people motivate to create history...do they mean to win with truth or just triumph...my guess is the latter is always considered though i was taught “truth alone triumphs”... due to this the sole aim becomes to win a mission and the ten headed monster that resides in everyone wakes up... men start thinking in multiple perspective which misses the link between the little hearts and the bigger brains... these mission and triumphs sometimes end up as battle.. but the brain when it kills the life inside the skeleton forgets the fact that the innocent heart is also killed... without any reason... when ten different people with similar aim come together and it magnifies negatively if it is against the welfare of few...and it only multiplies...
Then does that mean everyone has multiple personality disorder... well its not termed disorder until the body of the personality knows about each of his/her personality... most ppl know that they have different personalities inside them...many being dark...
The darkness moved away suddenly as my pupils focussed on some bright rays falling in from the windows after my ear drums heard some phonic waves... GOD...it is my own alarm... the thing adjacent to that was the much needed panacea i was searching for... am not sure if it cures the ache in ten heads.. but it cured the one that’s fixed on me..now i know...i shud keep this in a safer and easier place to remember..or maybe tattoo it on me.. it wud give less headache and eliminate any dream of this sort....Well i need to kick start my day and live my dream...to make it a reality...my dream?? well..its better not to dive into this ocean of pensieve...
There is a always a logic by which people use to remember things... If that was missed then they become a patient... touch wood..i didn’t become one in this case since the brand of the panacea advertises to cure the ache of das sar!!!!... my hindi knowledge was not bad as i thought... (i passed the first level of hindi exams in second class writing with kids who are one third of my age)... am saying this with pride coz i passed the exams unexpectedly!!! Well I knew das means ten from the famous number sung by Maduri counting the numerals .. which implicitly means I knew to count till 13...
But the surprising thing is how i got to know tat sar means head??... thanks to Abishake machan...Das sar vale!!!... oh wow... did Raavan(an) really have ten heads??? Was he having one central nervous system controlling ten of his heads?? Or ten separate CPUs working, controlling and behaving as a single person....
Whatever it is how did he handle the dard in ten different heads?? Heart feels and brain thinks.... and yogis say both these needs to be in sync to live to the fullest.. i wondered if that will work for a 10:1 ratio...i used to be palpitated at times due to my continuous thought process and feel bad over the evil that men do... would a person with more than one skull be able to control all such things that eminates from all its source??? Every day activity becomes a ten man army comprising people speaking entirely unrelated languages without understanding each other... none doesn’t strike a chord to the other...
History reiterated the fact that the ten headed monster was killed for his deeds...deeds are always controversial.... but everyone has his own reason for the mistakes done... To err is human and to forgive is divine...which infers...the humans would be forgiven by the divine.... am not sure if it really happened... making an epic out of a short story is common but in reality big story out of sad stories never happens..,, but why should a land be cursed upon billions of years after the end of one emperor... a king is only a representative of the country but he is not the whole country... many times we see representatives in class not coming first.... this means that best need not represent the group and the representative is the best to represent the group...confused?? so am i...
Some famous words say..history is written by winners..so when people motivate to create history...do they mean to win with truth or just triumph...my guess is the latter is always considered though i was taught “truth alone triumphs”... due to this the sole aim becomes to win a mission and the ten headed monster that resides in everyone wakes up... men start thinking in multiple perspective which misses the link between the little hearts and the bigger brains... these mission and triumphs sometimes end up as battle.. but the brain when it kills the life inside the skeleton forgets the fact that the innocent heart is also killed... without any reason... when ten different people with similar aim come together and it magnifies negatively if it is against the welfare of few...and it only multiplies...
Then does that mean everyone has multiple personality disorder... well its not termed disorder until the body of the personality knows about each of his/her personality... most ppl know that they have different personalities inside them...many being dark...
The darkness moved away suddenly as my pupils focussed on some bright rays falling in from the windows after my ear drums heard some phonic waves... GOD...it is my own alarm... the thing adjacent to that was the much needed panacea i was searching for... am not sure if it cures the ache in ten heads.. but it cured the one that’s fixed on me..now i know...i shud keep this in a safer and easier place to remember..or maybe tattoo it on me.. it wud give less headache and eliminate any dream of this sort....Well i need to kick start my day and live my dream...to make it a reality...my dream?? well..its better not to dive into this ocean of pensieve...
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Maestro from Mumbai...
Hard work and determination brings success to people but what makes them champion is their ability to rise up like a phoenix when they are written off..
Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar… the mighty master in 5’4”frame always proved ppl right that he is a champion… this is a tribute to the ICON I have in my heart from childhood…
The word cricket is known as a sport in some countries, an insect in many countries and as a religion in few countries!!!
The GOD of cricketing religion emerged from one such peninsular country…
History had always told about child prodigies but the chance to witness them when they are on song doesn’t come to all.. I guess am lucky…
The legend was born at a time where One day internationals was also a new born child…The cricketing world could not wait more than one and half decade for the birth of a master in the sport..Wallop came for the quickies who threatened batsmen from the subcontinent with their pace and beamers.. the weapon they used to threaten were sent to the fences in double the speed in which it was shot out…
Whole world opened their mouths in awe to see a young kid blasting out the bowlers of twice his size…
The little boy from Mumbai made a statement to the world that his nose bleed would give nose cuts to the bowlers….he gave that through cuts from his willow…
Aggression was bundled in that tiny frame..it exploded time and again… but this dynamite brought happiness in the air and made people breathe easy in Indian cricket…. The little master…he was no longer the “amul” baby of Indian cricket.. he became a brand ambassador to “boost” the energy of people..
There were always two kind of people in the universe..one reach success through hard work and talent… another retain the hard fought success with their character and now it was time for the third kind…
The consistency and quality in work would give promotions for people in their jobs…it happened with Sachin as well… the promotion was to open the scoring for team India… in him we found an opener we never imagined…
Success came to team India on a consistent basis whenever he was successful but it became so dominant that one point it was becoming a single man show and the team’s cohesion came down…
Every calendar year could see 1k runs scored in any form of the game by an Indian player… the first rank holder being obvious at most times...
As people say appearances are deceptive and smaller grains are tough to crack… this happened with all the opponent teams..
However the little toughie always dreamt of contributing to team’s glory..
No one can forget the lofted drives he used to give to the quickies when he was on song……the blonde leggie from oz mentioned that he lost his sleep due to dreams of balls going over his head for half a dozen runs….
The contest which had lot of expectations and hype proved out one sided with the winner being obvious.. critics across the borders kept their mouth zip locked seeing the swash buckling innings over the so called “champions”…
If it was not with the bat he dominated them through the bowling weapon…
Sharjah would not forget Sachin…nor the aussies… The sand storm which made ppl blind was silenced by an Indian “Gale” who just stood there determined watching the wind blow out the sands of the deserts… is he an alchemist???…I still wonder….
After a while it was time for critics again to say consistent performer could not raise his game at crunch times and bring glory to team… the champion raised his game and performed in crunch only to bring in back pain of high severity… in movies we used to see police cops taking bullets out from their shoulders and going for fight…. I saw something similar in reality when he played a breathtaking innings in my hometown Chennai…. Couldn’t bring a win for the team but that innings still stays in heart for many ppl… nothing could stop him… even his dad’s death would make this unstoppable assassin emote only through the MRF endorsed timber.. hats off to u….
At one time I had all the international centuries that he made in my mind but it became a complex task as years passed by.. it was due to the phenomenal record this guy broke time and again… and definitely not coz of me getting old..
Every champion need not be a great leader…. It happened with him too.. pathetic form of Indian team was witnessed when he led the side.. but that’s where he stands apart in taking up the role of leading by example which and it was/is more apt to him… it only got the better of himself… when stones were thrown at the doors & windows of Indian cricketers for their poor play in 2k3 world cup the master blaster opened the doors of opportunity to snatch the World cup… the first step he took was taking up responsibility and stating to Indian public for their support… the words were not uttered just from the tongue and he proved that it came deep from the heart… Though india finished runners in the tournament it was the winner of hearts… First ever win in oz…first ever win in Britain…Kiwi land…Zimbabwe…. All had a fine and crisp touch of the legend’s batting quill… the ink would be drained out from my quill if I need to write all those…
Tennis elbow…back injuries could only make this maestro from Mumbai stronger than ever…. And couple of days back it took world record…first ever double ton in history of one day internationals to make critics silent again…
When people wonder what is there more for this person to achieve…he comes up with a new record and performance and answer people’s thoughts…
There were always two kind of people in the universe..one reach success through hard work and talent… another retain the hard fought success with their character….third one do the first two in an infinite loop…People call him SACHIN TENDULKAR in India…
Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar… the mighty master in 5’4”frame always proved ppl right that he is a champion… this is a tribute to the ICON I have in my heart from childhood…
The word cricket is known as a sport in some countries, an insect in many countries and as a religion in few countries!!!
The GOD of cricketing religion emerged from one such peninsular country…
History had always told about child prodigies but the chance to witness them when they are on song doesn’t come to all.. I guess am lucky…
The legend was born at a time where One day internationals was also a new born child…The cricketing world could not wait more than one and half decade for the birth of a master in the sport..Wallop came for the quickies who threatened batsmen from the subcontinent with their pace and beamers.. the weapon they used to threaten were sent to the fences in double the speed in which it was shot out…
Whole world opened their mouths in awe to see a young kid blasting out the bowlers of twice his size…
The little boy from Mumbai made a statement to the world that his nose bleed would give nose cuts to the bowlers….he gave that through cuts from his willow…
Aggression was bundled in that tiny frame..it exploded time and again… but this dynamite brought happiness in the air and made people breathe easy in Indian cricket…. The little master…he was no longer the “amul” baby of Indian cricket.. he became a brand ambassador to “boost” the energy of people..
There were always two kind of people in the universe..one reach success through hard work and talent… another retain the hard fought success with their character and now it was time for the third kind…
The consistency and quality in work would give promotions for people in their jobs…it happened with Sachin as well… the promotion was to open the scoring for team India… in him we found an opener we never imagined…
Success came to team India on a consistent basis whenever he was successful but it became so dominant that one point it was becoming a single man show and the team’s cohesion came down…
Every calendar year could see 1k runs scored in any form of the game by an Indian player… the first rank holder being obvious at most times...
As people say appearances are deceptive and smaller grains are tough to crack… this happened with all the opponent teams..
However the little toughie always dreamt of contributing to team’s glory..
No one can forget the lofted drives he used to give to the quickies when he was on song……the blonde leggie from oz mentioned that he lost his sleep due to dreams of balls going over his head for half a dozen runs….
The contest which had lot of expectations and hype proved out one sided with the winner being obvious.. critics across the borders kept their mouth zip locked seeing the swash buckling innings over the so called “champions”…
If it was not with the bat he dominated them through the bowling weapon…
Sharjah would not forget Sachin…nor the aussies… The sand storm which made ppl blind was silenced by an Indian “Gale” who just stood there determined watching the wind blow out the sands of the deserts… is he an alchemist???…I still wonder….
After a while it was time for critics again to say consistent performer could not raise his game at crunch times and bring glory to team… the champion raised his game and performed in crunch only to bring in back pain of high severity… in movies we used to see police cops taking bullets out from their shoulders and going for fight…. I saw something similar in reality when he played a breathtaking innings in my hometown Chennai…. Couldn’t bring a win for the team but that innings still stays in heart for many ppl… nothing could stop him… even his dad’s death would make this unstoppable assassin emote only through the MRF endorsed timber.. hats off to u….
At one time I had all the international centuries that he made in my mind but it became a complex task as years passed by.. it was due to the phenomenal record this guy broke time and again… and definitely not coz of me getting old..
Every champion need not be a great leader…. It happened with him too.. pathetic form of Indian team was witnessed when he led the side.. but that’s where he stands apart in taking up the role of leading by example which and it was/is more apt to him… it only got the better of himself… when stones were thrown at the doors & windows of Indian cricketers for their poor play in 2k3 world cup the master blaster opened the doors of opportunity to snatch the World cup… the first step he took was taking up responsibility and stating to Indian public for their support… the words were not uttered just from the tongue and he proved that it came deep from the heart… Though india finished runners in the tournament it was the winner of hearts… First ever win in oz…first ever win in Britain…Kiwi land…Zimbabwe…. All had a fine and crisp touch of the legend’s batting quill… the ink would be drained out from my quill if I need to write all those…
Tennis elbow…back injuries could only make this maestro from Mumbai stronger than ever…. And couple of days back it took world record…first ever double ton in history of one day internationals to make critics silent again…
When people wonder what is there more for this person to achieve…he comes up with a new record and performance and answer people’s thoughts…
There were always two kind of people in the universe..one reach success through hard work and talent… another retain the hard fought success with their character….third one do the first two in an infinite loop…People call him SACHIN TENDULKAR in India…
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