teen prakaar ki janta!

Big B in some movie had a dialogue "iss duniya mein do tarah ke log rehtey hain" I now wish to re-frame that to "iss duniya mein teen tarah ke log rehtey hain" viz.,

• Smokers
• Non-Smokers
• Jerks who time and again claim they are about to quit smoking.

Well I dont think there is any need to discuss the first two types, both categories have been discussed and debated inside out at least a million times. Lets give a thought to the third one. Any names of your close ones popping up in ur mind?? who recently said "bas aaj last cigarette hai, kal se chod donga pukka"!! Hahaha....believe me the people registered in the first category are equally active in the third one some or the other day in their lives! These people are often hit by the lightening of a "desire to quit smoking".   

Whenever such phenomenon occurs these mortals suddenly feel enlightened and start making hasty promises to everyone for  quitting smoking. As if the people around them really care about them and will follow each & every move of their's. Yaar.....these are such a hippocratic claims that at least I cant stand them. On most occasions these self proclaimed quitters end up short on their will power. And start puffing here and there and of course they dont buy ciggies on this occasion, just to make sure their ego doesn't get hurt.
Arrey bhaiyaa I dont understand whats the point in declaring that you wish to quit smoking, when you are pretty clear that eventually u'll end up puffing.
This is not all......not keeping your promise is one thing and rejoicing in the failure of which is another!! The same thing can be observed here, not only the so-called resolutions but their failures are also equally cheered by the "smoking fraternity". This remains beyond my understanding.

My message : "arrey bhai log cigarette choddna hai choddo, but baaki janta ka time khoti matt karo".

the good the bad and the beech ka bandar !!

Does moral correctness has any thing to do with he real life? or it just suits the neatly printed pages of books and life journals in our libraries? I really don't know how many of us have pondered upon this but for me this is one thing, without thinking of which my thoughts just don't go forward. Mind you i'm not trying to boast any trait of mine by saying that. Its just one aspect of my thought process, of which i'm really fed-up of!! We cant really give points to the things we do, the decisions we make, the road we choose....in 1's and 0's or for that matter adjudging them as the "right way" or the "wrong way"....morally, don't we??
This is practically just not feasible. But even after this realization I often find my self in a nagging situation, choosing between two roads! This can easily be linked to my decision making capabilities. Bit I wish to think otherwise, this thing is little different. Imagine a situation where you can easily choose one way out of two. But along with that you also know that the way you wish to choose is not advised morally/ethics-wise. As you don't have any other option you lamely go with that choice. 
I'am no different, I can remember a hell lot of manipulations in my decisions. Its like proudly flaunting your values and ethics over the not-so important decisions/situations of life. But 'when the stakes are high' I(we) tend to duck away and just show a 'to hell with it' attitude. These double standards sometimes disturb me a lot, but then you have to go with them. Thats life probably!

weather god, whether every thing's okay ??

the last time i thought about this, was in january or february this year....anyone could have easily ignored the question/situation that time. it was last of the so-called winters here....the days were okay, evenings cooler...but some kind of a lull was present which i was not appreciating at all. 
and then suddenly today i asked myself....did i enjoyed the spring this year??? a voice came from within.....abey paagal iss saal ka kya poochta hai....ye bata pichle 10 saal mein spring enjoy kiya hai kya?? and i actually replied without giving any thought......NO....nahin yaar, sahi bola tu!! 


this left me pondering....is every thing okay with our weather? aaaaa....ummmmmm.......certainly not !!


a decade back when i was in school the period of feb-march-some part of april brought a typical coolness and calmness, which everyone knew was there but never talked about it! a certain buzz existed in the air that kept everyone afloat....!! i too had a world with an easy slowness and freshness away from commotion as if everything has fallen perfectly in their right places..! the aroma of the eucalyptus trees felt so good of course if you didnt had some nasal allergies to their pollen grains. all in all that part of the year was my second favorite after the crazy festival months of oct-nov!


and today we are left with 8 months of summer, 2 months of rain and 2 months of so-called winters. where have the springs gone??? i feel cheated "Weather God" something is wrong with your calender, plz get it right! 
  

the pillion ride !

well as far as serious blogging is considered i'm not into it and i accept this completely. Usually things have come out of peer influence. And just for a change i really felt like sharing my thoughts today !!


Though i've been late by 3 weeks but its still worth sharing about the daredevil acts that i some how agreed to jump onto. Just for the records, would like to tell that i have no experience in driving racing bikes, cruise bikes or for that matter any bike at all. Okay.....and then there were few nutties whom i consider as my honest friends, who were planning a 500 mile round trip to a place called keonjhar. I amused by the excitement and adventure of the trip, without considering the far reaching consequences agreed to be the part of the gang. The first shocker of the episode came when i came to know about two 'great chutiyas' that would be accompanying us. In spite of this i was fairly determined to go with the trip and thought  "jo bhi hoga dekha jaayega". Moreover appraisals were out no one out of us got any thing substantial, this also contributed immensely for the attitude.


And then came the big day me and AK were in night shift, just back from the plant we gave a wake-up call to all other bikers. Everyone collected at a not so-famous "chai dhaba", we had our breakfast there and then exactly at 8am took off for the jungle. To be honest i need to confess, i was not that excited about the trip that i should have been. Some how i was having a "chalo theek hai dekhte hai" attitude.
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today my calender reads 18th april 2011 !!!! around 10 and a half months have been passed from the day when i wrote the first word in this post!! the world has turned up side down since then!! continents have moved, tsunami has come, world cup has been won, people died, babies borned, onions were dearer than petrol, anna became famous more than srk, hard nipples still trending on twitter...so on and so forth and yeah...last  but not the least one of my friend and a member of the 'subject group' came up with a lot batter travelogue/description of the journey Keonjhar Trip---beyond 200.

well i really wanted to finish this one...hoping that soon i'll publish a post with "the first ride...!!" heading!!


Insha Allah !!
:)

one lazy sunday.......!!

It all started with a breakfast that i wanted to finish a.s.a.p and get over it.

I was pretty tired after working overnight. I started to sleep as if gallons of alcohol was running through my veins. My eyes were barely open and was hardly conscious, even then my loyal ears were working efficiently and effectively. Many opinions and statements related to me started to drop into them. I need not mention whether i liked or disliked those but yes, once i had enough of them i just toppled over and discontinued with the feeds that i was receiving consciously or unconsciously. Adding insult to injury the power went away at 11 in the morning, inspite of the setback i was utterly confident that i would have a perfect sunday which later on didnt turned out to be.

In between all this dramatized sleep i even got the news that my LPG cylinder got exhausted just when my cook finished cooking what ever he was for the breakfast. And this means i had to plan what and how i would have in lunch without gas, without power and without a will to go outside in these hot oriya afternoons. I moved on and slept over thinking every thing would be alright when i woke up. But as i mentioned it earlier this was not a perfect sunday So when i woke up it was already 3 of the afternoon with the burning sun peeping right into my window over my face. All this felt like a 3rd degree torture that a captured POW receives for speaking-up few crucial intels. Where he is roped to a chair, drenched in water and the officers showing the bright head lamp right into his face.

As i gained consciousness i realized i was not alone in this stranded boat. One of my fellow room-mate was also lying there hoping for things to get better. We started to discuss about the possibilities of saving ourselves this afternoon. Quite amazingly both of us were very low on energy to change the course of things in our favor, or to be honest we didnt had that will power to make things happen for us. Some thing has to be done for the hunger as well so we started having peanuts with jaggery. Definitely this sounds frustrating than being awful. After having enough to resist the starvation at least for few hours we began to discuss about evening plans, dinner, normalcy etc.

Suddenly i had a look at my cell, its tough to realize that it was already 5:15 in the evening. And even tougher was to realize that at least half of the innings would have been over by that time and we still didnt had any signs of power coming back. I was thinking about the IPL match, i gained on some will and started to check the score on my phone. It was then i realized that my phone also had negligible battery remaining, just like my ipod and my laptop in a similar manner in which i was left with negligible patience to sustain the glory of this sunday.

In the mean time i realized my room mate started to catch on with some sleep, while i couldnt get over thinking about the plans of dinner later this evening or atleast having some samosa or jaleebi. It was almost 6 pm by then and it all started getting darker and murkier outside with no signs of power coming back. All this helped me think about the medieval beings, i started to think how those people lived without power, without phone, without ipod, without laptop and not to forget without LPG. Along with these thoughts i started to think about what to dress while going out. This may sound sick, but actually it isnt. Yesterday only i bought a new shirt and i thought going out might be the best way to flaunt this one. I had huge aspirations about it.

Then suddenly someone shouted "aagayi" then only i realised it was the electricity that came back, much to our delight. Both of us started doing our stuff, and for a moment we forgot that some plans were made for going outside. Once we gained our memories he went for taking shower and i started to catch up with the IPL match on TV. Once he got out of the bathroom i just jumped-in to continue what he was doing. I was quite excited about the new shirt thing, once i was done with the bath i pulled over things and was ready in a flash. And them came another blow of the day my roomie some how changed his mind and denied for having dinner out side. I was totally shattered. As another set of events were taking place parallel, my cook was able to arrange LPG cylinder from nowhere. And this turned out to be the final nail in the coffin. My friend just refused to go out, leaving me even more furious, more frustrated more dejected etc etc. After this i some how consoled my self and tried to bring temper in permissiable limits.

But the Child in me was not at all convinced with the events of the day. As a last shot i called my another good friend who was still in plant to ask him for dinner at 11 once he gets back from work. Much to my repite he answered with a friendly yes. It was like a big relief for me. I began to think that the worst sunday is over and started to enjoy the match between CSK and RC. It was a bore one sided kind of a match and so was my day so far. Then at 11:05 my phone rang , before picking it up i started presuming it must be my friend asking me to get ready. Quite excitedly i picked it up and listened what he was speaking. Suddenly the most un-expected words started to fall into my ears. This fellow told me about his unavailability as he was asked to stay back over-night in the plant for resolving some kind of abnormalities.

I smiled and calmly disconnected the call.....

Its true, that things usually dont shape up as you wish them to be. Same happened with me this sunday and has been happening ever since.... :)

15% more bat speed 20% more power Hit faster, straighter, further!!!

The Mongoose Bat

There is a new cricket bat doing the rounds that is supposed to revolutionise the game.  It is called the Mongoose.

The basic concept is that in Twenty20, where the need for agression is paramount, you do not need the shoulders/splice area of the bat, which are entirely defensive.
So the blade has been shortened and the handle lengthened, and the meat of the bat is constructed to ensure maximum hitting power.  Apparantly, Stuart Law is impressed.
The problem with the whole “revolutionise the game” thing is that cricket tends to adapt to new methods and tactics.  So the bowling will adapt.  I wouldn’t fancy playing the fastest bowlers with half a blade.  I suspect the fast bowlers would fancy their chances against batsmen who use it.  We shall see.
There is also the possibility of the games lawmakers treating it with the same disdain as the aluminium bat.

So this is how things are shaping up in cricket, cutting short every thing. Whether it be game lenght, bowler's delight (power plays) or even the cricket bat. After reading this article in Good Cricket Wicket  its certain that this game is open for innovations and improvements. 2 days from now Matt. Hayden would be displaying the credibility of this particular innovation as the CSK takes on DC on the 14th night at MA Chidambaram Stadium, Chepauk, Chennai. The obvious question at this point would be, how much more so-called innovations or the alleged manipulations can this game be able to sustain? Or are we bending the stick just too much! 

  

whats holding you back??

If any one is reading this might have realized by now, that things dont come out easily out of me! And mind you this is not only in reference to the frequency of my posts but also to one dreaded habit/nature that I posses since ages. One of my good friend even knowingly or unknowingly asked me to get rid of this particular habit while having the final good-bye 3 years back.

well I was talking about sharing......could be related to any thing like...sharing food, thoughts, friends, drinks, space so on and so forth. the lines written by someone over my t-shirt 'share kiya kar it would help' still flash in my mind. I never accepted to call this a handicap, but to be honest its nothing more than that! I believe this might not be entirely affected by selfishness, but to making choices as well. Although healthy discussions and disclosures on certain topics with peers is part of a rational thought process, but the equations can drastically change when you need to discuss about the person who is cheating upon you or vice-versa, about a situation in which you might have helped your friend or a situation in which you might have said no in place of a yes.

Speaking out definately helps but there is always an 'amour propre' factor associated to it, more so with men. Or atleast men like me. I have been the least blessed on this sharing thing or you may say, it was my choice. But for this to happen you need to have confident and reliable counterparts, I dont know whether parents or even best buddies can be helpful for certain matters of our lives. That might be the reason I termed non-sharing of thoughts as an handicap. Since the prerequisite for sharing would be honesty on your part, any lies in such cases are totally uncalled for.

Few people dont wish to share even a bit of their lives only because they feel they can handle all this or for that matter they need to handle on their own by default since they being a male, irrespective of the outcome of situation. The feeling of 'i need to finish this on my own' might some time lead you nowhere. I have been through this and certainly i am trying to change my self...