IPL Ka Boom aur Cheer girls bhi saath..

Flash Back.....
Me (A 5 yr old me & excited): Papa papa.. aaj stadium le chalo na ..cricket match dekne .. Dad (drowned in his account books & frowning) least bothered that his son trying to make the most innocent, sympathy gaining, lower lip out face and without lifting up his head would say "hoon ... chalte hain . chalte hain ...” with no intention of budging from his place.
Me: “Papaaaaaaa” (a shout that would rattle the neighbors and make the newly borns soil their undies).. “le chalo na .. !!!!!!!!!!”
Mom (Jhansi ki Rani, used to break in from kitchen with a belan( sword replaced by belan) in hand) : “Le jao na bacho ko .. dekho kitni der se ro raha hain”
Papa (Now irritated by the disturbance papa would say):- "Kya Vandu tum bhi , jaanthi ho kitni bheed ho gi wah ? ..kaha le jao ka inko ( me and my sis) main .. ticket bhi mehenji ho gi .. Mohit, samjha kar beta .. jitna maza TV par milta hain match dekne ka utna kahi nahi milega .. Dono bheth ke dekhe ge acha ..!!!” Me Still not convinced and would cry the whole day until the match would start and it really dawned upon me that there is no possible way of budging my dad to the playground. A ritual that used to break in our house everytime I had some freind of mine making it to the stadium to watch the match leaving an envous me pestering my parents.

We said: "hi, how ya, phone no.. please, Ok TC, ba bye( all in fake US accent)

Present Realization....

Dad was always right. I went to watch the IPL match played between Bangalore RC and Mumbai Indians. Well, both the teams were already out of the tourney and the match was as useless as the presence of Katrina Kaif for the matches of Royal Challengers played or for that reason it was as useless as the presence of cheer girls for cheering. I mean I am sure that the few sixes that Rahul Dravid hit out of desperation had nothing to do with the cheer girls specially imported from some unknown football ground but I am sure they at least raised the morale of young lads like us. I mean they got a better welcome from the stands than our own pop singers or should I say young guys were so crazy about these cheer girls that if there wasn't a fence between the ground and the stands I am sure a lot of us would have been chasing these girls all over the ground. However these girls were a little adulated and were thinking they have a huge fan following in India. I guess some one should tell them that most of us in India haven't seen a girl wearing shorts as short as nothing. :) and the concept of cheer girls never existed along side with bar girls in India. How could you expect an average Indian male not to tear his eye balls, drool and make a sigh when he sees a cheer girl! We have ample number of photos of them .I mean of the people drooling over them from stands. ;) The atmosphere was electrifying and I also came to know what a Mexican wave is. It’s a huge wave of people applauding from one stand and another set of people following the earlier ones from the adjacent stand and it goes on and on. Quite a spectacle in itself. I saw another spectacle of guys half my age using rancid remarks that made even the foreigners to blush and screw up their faces. For some reason I feel that kids have interchanged the meaning of good and bad, dunno what is it like in the other cities of India. The initial excitement subsided soon and the way the RC played dampened my spirit. Truly, not an experience to be remembered forever. By the way the IPL has excited the economic nerves of my brain. Ponder upon this if Anil Ambani can raise 12,000 crores through an IPO in 3 days then why not Chennai Super Kings or Delhi Dare Devils. I mean these are companies in themselves and if they decide to go public then I am sure every cricket lover would love to invest. 10-15 yrs down the line I can imagine my son saying "papa papa aap Mumbai Indian ke share kyu nahi kharidhte.. Abhishek Nayaar form main hain." :) and an another new article would say Sachin steps down from the post of CEO of Tendulkar Group of Hotels, Mumbai. He said that he was growing old and wanted to spend watching the matches at the most acclaimed stadiums of the world. God knows when Dhanraj Pillay and Baichung Bhutia would become industrialist. ;) quite an irony and economic gap.

Ok kids now describe VD in detail!!!

I am one of those who might just open fire in a crowded street, blow the smoke of my gun in style and walk down the street unbothered while the whole world runs for safety. I am one of those who would run a sports car on three, stop with only slamming of brakes, get down to see if the metallic paint has developed a scratch but then when it comes to letting go good friends in my life, I become as mushy and soft as those huge teddy bears lined up on the rack of any Archie’s store. I become as emotional as a newly crowned Miss World when I come to know that a good friend of mine is parting ways with me. Jo bhi ho, the child like feeling is indispensable I feel like throwing my arms and legs up in the air and cry like a kid who has been forced out of the bed just because he hasn't peed before he went to the bed. I feel like the kid whose favorite toy has been snatched just because he has a lot of math homework to complete. I feel like the kid who wants to still cuddle up under the arms of its mother and feel secure as ever. I know I do sound feminish or should I say kiddish but then that’s the way it is. A few losses in life can render you feeling all soft inside like the wet sand which when stepped upon leaves a big foot mark. Now don't you call me a kid because I am a mature adult as I have a demat account of my own. I have invested in the booming Indian Share market and I wear a black tie and leather shoes to work every day.

I guess I have spoken enough about myself now for this friend of mine whose pseudo name I cannot decide upon. I have options 1) Garfield (Courtesy SYL ;)) 2) Matilda 3) VD. I guess the last one seems to the best because it sounds closer to this friend of mine. People say that old friends are always replaced by new ones but I firmly believe that this is so not possible in life. Each friend of mine has been special and unique and they are so not replaceable. I could never replace my dad nor can I replace any friend of mine. I share a special bond with each one of them and especially if a friend of yours has a smile that makes you feel good and happy about things then it’s just worth remembering her.

Now VD turns out to be a female friend of mine whom I have known for more than a year now and it so happens that she has the best smile around. Oh yes she smiles like a cartoon of the first order and would easily land up with a job of bugs bunny on Cartoon network if she had to replace one. Over this one year that I have know her I have developed a very animated bond with her and in lieu of that I guess VD, you an me need to exchange a few love notes as well :P

--First one for the food-I am goanna miss you and your cubicle a lot. My last message to you on your whiteboard still remains there. I am going to miss the muffins that you bought me. I can still smell them (guess I would have been a dog, last birth). I mean the taste still lingers in my mouth and I need more :(

--Whom will I bet with in Fidelity :( BTW don't you owe me a lunch??? :) For loosing the bet. I know you'll snap back saying I promised you a lunch date for which you invited yourself but then do you remember something I am a poor man and you owe me something. Now let me make this as formal and as polite as possible. VD, correct me if I am wrong and spank me if I am lying. Did you give back 350 bucks that you owe me??? ;) buy me a lunch instead :) On second thoughts I guess I can still sponsor that meal for ya because anyway in the end it will be me whom you'll offer to finish it off.

--On whose cubicle wall will I slide my chin and make an entry so stealthy :(. I will miss your bottle and not to forget your phone. You need to give me something of yours before you leave fidelity (how about the phone?? :)) and don't you change the personalized settings that I have done on your phone! It’s for to remind you of me every time and call me at the press of a button. A symbolic way of saying. I am just a call away when you need me provided my number does not change.

--You know how much I love to teach what I know; I guess it’s too late for it. I'll never be able to teach you the strumming patterns for the chords that I learnt :( BTW... Weren’t you going to donate for the "new guitar" fund of mine ;) and yes I still have your plectrum which you gave it to me when I first started learning the guitar :). Tera Ashirwaad mere saath hain VD!

--I'll miss discussing my favourite songs on the radio because there won’t be any one to know them or guess them as you do. Radio city, I’ll never listen to this after you’ve gone and what about those funny, wacky, naughty messages that we used to compose with the song dedications every other night and what about the old hits that I used to dedicate to you every other day when you dressed like some old bollywood character of the 70's and 80's. I know SYL is still there as a scape goat for all these but it’s not the same. :(

-- And you know you promised me an outing in Bangalore too!! Me, you and SYL. And what about the resume format that you promised you'll send and that article that I have cut out for you from the news paper and VD have you heard of the band "Five for fighting". And what about the CD that I promised I'll give and and and and... Oh there are just too many things that I wanted to tell you but now I jus feel like a sad Calvin sitting lonely just because Hobbes hadn't informed him before leaving. I am never goanna send those comic strips to u.:-/

But I guess you just got to get on with your future prospects and show the world the sensible and adorable soul you are. I wish you all the best and pray that you get to meet all those South Indian cute guys that you always wanted to meet. The Rajanaickams (bobby darlings), Palini Swamis and Kandaswamies. :) Since u wanted to marry a south India. :) I wish so many of them that you find it tough to decide upon one of them. BTW do you know I talk Tamil too... ;) I wish that your passions for flying objects comes true and you get to fly to new lands, undiscovered places and the road less traveled. I pray for a lot of adventurous, joyful outings in future for you and hope you u enjoy each one of them.

And I am telling you better keep in touch with me else you’ll miss my good night hugs and the roar of this lion :) (Croak!) – That was to neutralize my egoistic forgetfulness of my own modesty.

Oops I don’t have a photo of yours too :( . That’s perfectly ok I guess I ll upload some comic characters' face with this blog to impersonate you. :D

Juke Box: When I see you smile- by Bad English (This one’s for you VD).

C-A-T CAT ,CAT mane bili, R-A-T RAT, rat mane chuha

After scanning a million scraps of paper in my purse-thrice, my pant pockets-zillion times, secret hiding places at home in Chennai, old newspapers in Bangalore, outlook magazines on my shelf in my room, my underwear, my room mate's underwear, novels, under my mattress, my drag-o-bag and after enquiring a billion people like my mother, my friends girls/guys, it finally dawned upon me that I have lost the third copy of bank pay-in slip that was to be sent with the CAT application and without which I cant become a Manager type ka person. I dint leave a stone unturned my desperation knew no bounds and I even enquired my PM and my landlord if they had taken it out of jealousy but I guess they are innocent and cant be blamed but so is me .I never knew that it was imperative to send the bank challan with the form, first time hai na!! Isliye... No, I am not careless I just kept it to carefully and now I am unable find it. I think that its just destiny which does not want me to do my MBA. Waise Mass Comm. seems like a more viable option now. What say?

However that is over and I have sent my CAT form to the IIM people with an apology letter written in true innocent, school student style. I hope they are merciful people and let me write CAT 2007 else its just a good news for all the CAT aspirants. One extra seat for you people so thank your stars that I ain’t writing CAT and for all those zealous, enthusiastic and boring IIM aspirants pull up your socks and start working hard because there is not much time left now. And before I can end this post I want to thank everybody who stood by me, away from me , jacked me , screwed me, loved me, hated me in my short spanned endeavor of writing CAT 2007

-- Priyanka/Ramprakash- Thank you very much for the books. When the world had turned itself away from me and I was shown a big NO (Eiffel tower size) you people helped me by lending me books and therefore I love you people for that.

-- Elivia- Thanks girl for teaching me how to find a square root by the long division method, too bad that your effort might go in waste if I fail to write CAT but still I love you for that.

-- Bank Manager- I love this man for very politely showing me off to another employee of the bank who in turn made me wait for an hour while he visited rest room for his private chores and phone calls. If all this was fruitful his name would have been added with the others but he requires a special mention when he said he can’t do anything about it.

-- My sister who did not care for me being left uneducated nor does she care about herself that if her brother becomes a manager at least she can show off to her friends.

-- My mother who made a few meaningless visits to the bank in the hot, July sun of Chennai.

-- I thank every body who ever thought I wasn't good at math. To live up to your expectations I have stopped studying but then don't be complacent because I might be back next year provided I am alive and kicking around.


-- My moped which took me places in Chennai when I roamed unknowingly As I had lost a very important piece of paper.

-- My 1108 phone that was used to make a million phone calls to my friends on whom I depended to go the bank in Chennai an enquire which way had to be the best way to murder a careless person like me but I guess they are just too nice to me because they cared more about their GF's and wanted to spend more time with them, sounds strange, is it a duty or what??- Anyways the point is my cries and pleas fell on deaf ears.

-- I have a very sarcastic "I love u " and the let the "devil's wife do u " kind of feeling towards a few people who promised to help me but made me run about for books for months. I am very polished person and would refrain from using any foul language here. :)

-- And in the end thanks for the peace of mind provided by all those inquisitive, brain washing kind of visitors in my life . Who tried their level best to confuse but now the situation is like. Na rahega sanp na bajegi basuri .. !!!

Meri Kahaani mere bag ki zubaani .. !!

What do u do to a person who makes you suffer so much that at times that you feel like running of from him but what if he had bought you with a lot of love and care and to add to that with a lot of money, for his standard and if you were special to him because you were his first purchase in the beautiful city of gardens, Bangalore with his first hard earned salary. You are left with no other option but stop ranting and stick to him. I got to stay beside him as he sleeps lazily on this Sunday morning on a bed so filthy that even a beggar won’t approve off it. With old editions of newspapers strewn all over his bed and he sleeps and he cuddles on top of them and I lay as black as ever in one corner, staring at him, wondering as to when this lazy Kumabakarnan will get up. He never sleeps this way, this long in presence of his mom but now, today he is a bachelor staying away from home in a remote area of Bangalore where there are more dogs than humans and only if these dogs were more mannered, they wouldn’t mate in public under the autumn sun of Bangalore. By the way, have you ever noticed, street dogs give birth to the cutest puppies. However they become insane and cheap when they grow and try to eat little kids.

Oops!!! I forgot to introduce myself. Hello, my name is drag-o-bag, weird name isn't it? But Mohit could not think of anything else. I am a back pack (black in color) and though I have a weird picture on me which does not resemble a dragon(see pic) yet Mohit has named me so. If only I was his Parker pen which he has been using right from the time he became young and handsome, he would have named me better. However for now I am just a mere bag, a back pack that is only used to hold old newspapers and notepads. I hate this habit of Mohit, I mean old newspapers carrying stale news is as useless as posting a CAT application without the third copy of bank pay-in slip (I did this mistake recently and blew my chance of writing CAT). Justine Henin Hardenne, his new obsession still resides in me and so does a mock collage of the financial budget 2007.There have been so many instances where this guy had been scrutinized along with me by the Infosys security guard ridiculed upon for carrying so much garbage but I guess he is just too shameless to take all these embarrassing moments to heart. This fella has a memory of a paralyzed rat and thinks he would remember all those stock rates and the articles that he reads in newspaper. Ask him the difference between a MP and MLA and I bet he wouldn't answer.

I am a sad picture of anguish, pain and sorrow. Yea, you got it right all the words used in the preceding line almost mean the same. The front pocket of mine is not used to hold Parker pens or currency notes. My owner has stuffed my mouth with things that I am sure museum fellas would be interested in. A Sony Ericsson WTA open ticket which dates 9 months back and a rock concert ticket which is even older. As far as I know Mohit, he is not one of those show off kind of fellas but I guess he still keeps these things because he wants to remind himself of the days that he spent in Bangalore. A few newspaper articles that are close to his heart literally flicked from the newspaper kept in the lobby of Infosys in true con artist style. I have seen the horrifying spectacle a number of times now and my heart starts to pound whenever he draws a ball point pen from the front pocket of mine and draws a thick line bordering the article in the newspaper late at night when there is no one left in the lobby except the security guard who himself is busy talking on the phone. He then tears the article along the border and Voila!!! It’s easy as the pen has already made an impression on the border. No wonder he keeps stuffing me with pens of sharpest nibs.

The only thing that I have been proud of holding till date is his rattling radio Which he loves a lot .Apart from this I hold a few ATM slips , bank statements which answers a lot of queries of mine when I was anew and wondering as to why this fella roams alone and not a girl around. I mean I have seen him a lot of times admiring a lot of cute ladies and knowing the fact that he is young and talks decent English that might impress Mayawathi, can do a lot more to his bachelor life than just staying single. He holds a bank balance so enviable of which even his pet dog would feel insecure off.

I have been through rough and tough times, nothing can be as dirty as his sweaty clothes and dirt ridden shoes which he stuffs into me for a certain active, pumped up morning in the gym. I should say that these morning are nightmares to me and I wish all the laziness in this world to creep into him but I guess this is what life is going to be like for me and what is more important is that we both going to stick around each other for long with me perched on his back I am always happy to see the world around instead of sitting in the dreaded Big Bazaar where comes huge crowd every weekend and scrutinize every body part of mine only to leave back in the store. So here I go wishing him luck and a long consortium with me so that I can serve him till the end of my life.

I hope you had the time of your life.

And I would say that I am back, back from the graveyard? No back with another mail. :) This one is going to be published on my blog. When I look back, I mean look back in life I see that I haven't done anything remarkable that might fetch me Nobel Prize, nor have you done anything to fetch you the Nobel prize but still I write this mail as I have completed one year of my new life, A life that I started on 6th of august 2006 which incidentally happened to be my birthday. It was this day that a year back standing like a true visionary with my chin on my palm and leaning over the railing outside room no 204 (first floor) of Bhubaneswar Infosys DC, I looked at my reflection in the swimming pool below and said to my self "Dude, its sad that you are 21 years old and you still don't have a girl friend. It’s sad that you think you are worth a lot more love and care than you actually get in life and that you should switch over and lower your ego a bit and start a new life in Infosys. NRN has a daughter who is just a couple of yrs older to you and if you try your luck you can get married to her".

With dreams in my eyes, I slept all night and then I slept again in the classes only to be woken up by practical classes where I copied the Test cases from the girls and spent more time sleeping again. In the end I jus want to retrospect my life in this one year.

----August 7-training starts and only that the shock of me getting into Infosys wasn't enough I gave another shock to my trainers by completing the training successfully. I still remember my last test marks, a very beautiful figure of 33/75.

----Made new friends and yes saw new cities. Hyderabad, had a brief affair with this city for just three days and then on September 13th I was transported to Bangalore where my affair with city still continues. I should say that I am doing quite an enviable job by withstanding for a year in this beautiful city.

---- I have eaten everywhere now, places ranging from a dhaba to a bakery where they sell stale toasts of 8 days old that might even give you rabies but I am thankful to God that he has give me "Mike Tyson" type of immune system. I have eaten in a numerous mess around my localities that have "CATS" as their mascot but I still stand tall and strong.

----I have survived the cold breeze of Bangalore and the humidity of Chennai traveling a thousand times from Bangalore to Chennai and back in unreserved compartments, hiding in bathrooms and the noisy Hosur buses, I haven’t left a mode of transport . I’ve had my share of happiness, specially the walk from the bus stand at 2 am in the night every time I landed in Chennai and the midnight tea in Krishanagiri with Suby Kurian and me trying to get a glimpse of the WC matches.

--- Talking of WC.I had followed the whole thing from the newspapers and my rattling radio except for one match which eventually India lost to Sri Lanka.

--- I managed to get back to my blog after a year and got into writing the stuff of my life on my blog because I have no other knowledge to impart to the world.

--- 2 projects half completed and getting a worst tag of being a criminal from the females on my floor is not easy. I have done it and accomplished again & again. Phew!! dunno how many times will I have to prove myself.

--- A CRR2 and a magnificent appraisal with no negatives. Can you beat that? :)

--- Salaam e-isq, Nishabd, Ghost rider were a few movies I saw alone in solitude sitting in the front row of REX cinema hall(now that’s a decent cinema theatre, just that Priyanka Chopra looked like she would jump off the screen and would sit in my lap as I was closest to the screen)."Eeek grouse...!!!! You must be sick to go for a movie alone". I have heard it a number of times and it doesn't bother me much.

---MG road Brigade road.... even the dogs know me there. I have been there so many times.

---Prodigal daughter, Not A Penny More Not A penny less(Priyanka-Thanks for that one), Shall We tell the President, The Pledge, Man Woman And Wife-I have read them all. One book every quarter.

--- Broadcast emails to batch mates and erroneous and fake invitations saying "Sweets at my desk" mail to team mates. From late night, as late as 2 am in the morning sms to a few people to flowery lyrics of “Manic Monday” sent on a Monday. I have done it all this year. Wising good night in Alfred Hitchcock style to playing pranks on the females in my workplace that paid rich dividends in form of chocolates filled with rum and raisins have annoyed a lot of people. I ain’t sorry for anything nor do I think I should be. Do the same thing to me, send me a message at 2 am and If I am flirting around with my insomnia will give you a call :) .Provided there is balance.

---A beautiful Diwali (Thanks to Maithri), to celebrating New Year with Srikanth and Suganth on the hill of "GopalSwamy Beta". A few bitter moments that tore me apart and brought tears to my eyes to a few rolling laughter moments with Ganesh, Suby, Neil, Merin and George in the room which again gave me the same tears, tears of joy. Life has been an assortment of emotions. I have tried to live life X,Y,Z ways but the best way has been the way when you ask nothing from life and when something good happens you say " I deserved it " and when something bad happens u again say " I deserved it " - In short it is to stay same everywhere in every situation and be your self.

I have come to a lot of conclusions in life and the yesterday landed up with the best. Seeing the bigger picture of life and looking back, retracing my steps and I have noticed that the true purpose of life has only been exploring a new emotion on every turn of life that you take. I forget this fact and I start walking the way everyone has done in their lives but this time my resolve is stronger and this is going to keep me self contended. No matter whether the times are tough or easy all that matters in the end is you’ve lived through it, explored that emotion and sand the song “I hope you had the time of your life”.