Two things - One : I set highly disturbing ringing tones for my cell phone.
Two - Am an expert at playing around with my cell with such ease that it melts within my fingers and SNAP - it SLIPS out dropping with a thud , sometimes breaking into parts making me terrified and giving a mini heart attack only to rejoin with little scratches here and there - working condition almost perfect.
Third thing is I'm an idiot.Bloody idiot.
We were playing tennis on Nintendo Wii.My cell phone was in the right pocket of my tracks.It rang loudly
[ ringtone : The song Remember the Name by Mike Shinoda. ]
I cannot miss picking up my phone no matter what! And the ringtones I keep are the kind which make me restless if I let them carry on for few seconds.
So out of this hyper habit of mine - I pulled out my cell keeping it in my right hand along with the Wii remote.
The Wii remote has a strap attached to it which you've gotta wear around your wrist while playing.
The chance of the remote slipping out of hands is almost nil.
I don't even have to mention the chances of a cell phone dropping out -- out of my hand.
The game was at its crux and I had to hit a shot.
What happened next is no suspense.I hit a shot ..and my cell displayed its Frisbee qualities:
flew , fell but unlike frisbee - it broke.
Thankfully it didn't hit the TV !!
However I don't understand -
Why did I have to take out my cell ?
Couldn't I wait till the game ended ?
What's PAUSE meant for ?
Bloody hell.
All this even as am chanting : All Hail Nokia!
My cell is absolutely FINE.
Nokia Rocks!
Oh btw , Nintendo Wii is a super cool game! Scores less on graphics.Extremely good @ motion sense.
That doesn't mean I'm finding excuses to shun away from real sports.
Playing badminton and so so so loving it :)
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
To do
Never take things or anybody for granted.
Stop giving too hoots about things like destiny.You have to work your a** off -- no matter what!
Re-connect with good old friends.
Stop getting sensitive about friends-for-benefit.Place them on the same level in your life.
Stop comparing.For god sake! Stop it stop it!
Work out! There's a section of wardrobe dedicated to the clothes you just cannot fit into.Work out!! At least for those clothes :|
Start studying.
Don't be cynical.Live the good moments.Chuck the bad ones.Totally
Over thinking has never done any good to anyone.Fuse your analytical power.Use them in math instead :|
Ok..limit the list for now.
Pictures make a post lively.Late realisation.
Pic courtesy : Photobucket
Stop giving too hoots about things like destiny.You have to work your a** off -- no matter what!
Stop getting sensitive about friends-for-benefit.Place them on the same level in your life.
Stop comparing.For god sake! Stop it stop it!
Work out! There's a section of wardrobe dedicated to the clothes you just cannot fit into.Work out!! At least for those clothes :|
Start studying.
Don't be cynical.Live the good moments.Chuck the bad ones.Totally
Over thinking has never done any good to anyone.Fuse your analytical power.Use them in math instead :|
Ok..limit the list for now.
Pictures make a post lively.Late realisation.
Pic courtesy : Photobucket
Thursday, February 18, 2010
DON'T Just Read.
I love reading revolutionary write-ups.The ones that urge you to think , re-think and not just turn turtle with those thoughts..That offer a strong opinion - and inspire you at the same time.The ones that are short , direct - and even blunt if required.But absolutely true.Eye-opener.
Here's one such.
Please take out a little time and read this - don't just read - understand it.
My Name Is Khan
"What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet."
that’s Shakespeare's line... His time was different... Ours is different...
Who said name doesn't matter... In fact that’s the only thing that matters.. Our identity is our name... or is our name, identity??
MY NAME IS KHAN ... some call it an eternalizing love story, some call it a message to the species called humanity, Indeed a message that definitely needs to be heard, that deserves to be heard. Heard a lot earlier... But no one did... Will it be heard now ? I don’t think so, May be none of us do.
Watching the movie on a friday evening, posting status messages, writing blogs, .. suggesting the movie to friends... and u r back to work on MONDAY...
What’s the new thing u did with this movie that u did not with the other movies u saw... NOTHING... RIGHT
How many of us would have reacted in the same way if it was not for KAN.. sorry .. KHAN..KHAN .. from the epiglottis...
Is this the message from the movie.!!!!???
OKAY ..
U seem to be offended...
Forget Khan ... forget Rizwan....forget humans ... not humanity... Be true to yourself and answer one question...
"SAVE OUR TIGERS 1411 left" the campaign by AIRCEL... How many of you did anything other than joining the community. Commenting on the messages...
Be true to yourself. U, we everyone chose the easiest option...
How many of u visited the website... spoke about it... donated heartily... IS THAT ALSO ENOUGH?? Answer for yourself
OR Lets talk abt ur favorite topic... dlf IPL... how many of u have already planned to go for the matches... many of you.. you know.... How many of you were worried about the auction... who got what... who paid what... who has a better chance this time... KKR bot bond.. damn expensive... Do they need a bowler?
M_ INDIANS got Pollard-- Gosh.. how much would they have paid .. 2.5 mn...
Or how many of you even thought once to visit the hockey world cup...
do u even know the city where the matches are or even the dates...
You need your shooters and cricketers to ask u to see hockey... I guess because if they used hockey players u would not identify them ... RIGHT!!!
Think for yourself... what have we become.... a bunch of selfish hypocrites busy in elevating our social images... You like to think of as messiah of humanity.... ARE WE ?
Back to MNIK.....
Forget the controversy... still your response would have been so loud??..or was it louder for 3 idiots??? Would it or not?? Answer for yourself.
Rizwan as a son... Rizwan as a brother... Rizwan as a husband... Rizwan as a father... Rizwan as a human
The only difference between people is that there are good people and there are bad people..
Good people do good. Bad people do bad.. Some people don't do anything in a way supporting bad... the third category.
Neeyat hona chahiye kuch bhi karne ke liye as SRK would say
Namaz jagah se nahin, neeyat se padhi jati hai... (MNIK)
or Team banane ke liye taakat nahin neeyat chahiye. (Chak de India)
The world doesn't expect you to become a hero and go to Wilhelmina that is literally drowning in a hurricane to supervise a heroic rescue mission nor does it asks u to donate the only 500$ u have, at the only-Christian charity event for Somalia, for those who are not Christians in Africa. It doesn't expect anything...
It just asks you to be responsible... in whatever sense u can.. Changing your ideology as one says..
that’s all for now.. Hope it enlightens something..your day, your world, your body your soul.. whatever...
And if the US president had to say something for this movie which does not lose it track from "meeting the US president".. it would be
Yes. We Khan
By any other name would smell as sweet."
that’s Shakespeare's line... His time was different... Ours is different...
Who said name doesn't matter... In fact that’s the only thing that matters.. Our identity is our name... or is our name, identity??
MY NAME IS KHAN ... some call it an eternalizing love story, some call it a message to the species called humanity, Indeed a message that definitely needs to be heard, that deserves to be heard. Heard a lot earlier... But no one did... Will it be heard now ? I don’t think so, May be none of us do.
Watching the movie on a friday evening, posting status messages, writing blogs, .. suggesting the movie to friends... and u r back to work on MONDAY...
What’s the new thing u did with this movie that u did not with the other movies u saw... NOTHING... RIGHT
How many of us would have reacted in the same way if it was not for KAN.. sorry .. KHAN..KHAN .. from the epiglottis...
Is this the message from the movie.!!!!???
OKAY ..
U seem to be offended...
Forget Khan ... forget Rizwan....forget humans ... not humanity... Be true to yourself and answer one question...
"SAVE OUR TIGERS 1411 left" the campaign by AIRCEL... How many of you did anything other than joining the community. Commenting on the messages...
Be true to yourself. U, we everyone chose the easiest option...
How many of u visited the website... spoke about it... donated heartily... IS THAT ALSO ENOUGH?? Answer for yourself
OR Lets talk abt ur favorite topic... dlf IPL... how many of u have already planned to go for the matches... many of you.. you know.... How many of you were worried about the auction... who got what... who paid what... who has a better chance this time... KKR bot bond.. damn expensive... Do they need a bowler?
M_ INDIANS got Pollard-- Gosh.. how much would they have paid .. 2.5 mn...
Or how many of you even thought once to visit the hockey world cup...
do u even know the city where the matches are or even the dates...
You need your shooters and cricketers to ask u to see hockey... I guess because if they used hockey players u would not identify them ... RIGHT!!!
Think for yourself... what have we become.... a bunch of selfish hypocrites busy in elevating our social images... You like to think of as messiah of humanity.... ARE WE ?
Back to MNIK.....
Forget the controversy... still your response would have been so loud??..or was it louder for 3 idiots??? Would it or not?? Answer for yourself.
Rizwan as a son... Rizwan as a brother... Rizwan as a husband... Rizwan as a father... Rizwan as a human
The only difference between people is that there are good people and there are bad people..
Good people do good. Bad people do bad.. Some people don't do anything in a way supporting bad... the third category.
Neeyat hona chahiye kuch bhi karne ke liye as SRK would say
Namaz jagah se nahin, neeyat se padhi jati hai... (MNIK)
or Team banane ke liye taakat nahin neeyat chahiye. (Chak de India)
The world doesn't expect you to become a hero and go to Wilhelmina that is literally drowning in a hurricane to supervise a heroic rescue mission nor does it asks u to donate the only 500$ u have, at the only-Christian charity event for Somalia, for those who are not Christians in Africa. It doesn't expect anything...
It just asks you to be responsible... in whatever sense u can.. Changing your ideology as one says..
that’s all for now.. Hope it enlightens something..your day, your world, your body your soul.. whatever...
And if the US president had to say something for this movie which does not lose it track from "meeting the US president".. it would be
Yes. We Khan
- Written by my brother Ashwin
Monday, February 15, 2010
Indian American & Radio Hyper
I gained a few compliments yesterday and for what ? - for hopping from one corner of the house to the other.That probably looks like a lot of work.
Served lunch to our guests without any blunder.
The thing is when you look tired and keep running around the house helter-skelter - the guests think you are 'doing a lot of work' which is really an exaggerated phrase considering the subject in question is me and of how little work I did/do.But who cares as long as it pleases mum.
The high point - apart from avoiding spilling water or colliding with furniture while walking fast - the really funny part is how my appetite and taste buds showed their true colors.If the guests wouldn't eat the sweets I'd offer - I would eat them up while walking back to the kitchen.I really didn't worry about the calorie intake.
Later in the evening I met K and Rads.K brought along with him his cousin from the US who fitted my every prejudiced opinion of an Indian American. I don't know his name.I forgot to ask.
I'm not a body-language-racist but if there would have been any Indian guy changing his facial expression as fast as the American desi we met did...I'd have spilled a bucket full of water over him.
Its not like I hated it..its just I found it quite peculiar of what they are.Westerners ..Americans or Brits wherever you see them - their body language is way too different , a lot of emphasis on their facial expression.And this guy..he would shrug too often , twitch his lips and speak in such a low voice that I would have to ask Rads to repeat what he said.
This is the first time I spoke to an American Desi face-to-face.Here's a snippet of our conversation which went off track.
Him : Have you been to Ahmadabad ? I like that place
Rads : Yeah
me : No
Him : Its really nice.
Rads : yeah..specially for foodies.
Him : what ?
Rads : Foodies..people who like to eat.
Him : *shrugs* That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard
lol
I didn't know what to say.I didn't know if I should even say anything.I only wished if Rads would keep her mouth shut for some time :D You know it when a conversation isn't clicking and at that time its simply better not to go into the explanatory mode + to tell an American to visit a place in India just for the food is really ...dumb.
Then the next thing he asked was about KFC & movies.True American :D
"You've seen Batman ?"
Rads : No
"No ?? that's weird."
I agree.That's weird :D Poor Rads
"What are you studying?" , he asked me
K : Nothing.She's doing nothing.
me : shut up.I'm into commerce
"Ah! Ok..are you doing CA ?"
K grinned.I wanted to hit him.
Rads started laughing too.I wanted to hit her as it is - so she scored double at that moment.
me : well no..I've left it.
"Ok..my cousin's doing it.Its very very tough.Lot of studying"
Yeaaaaah I wanted to scream.It is tough.
Rads spoke non stop.She would interrupt when I'd say something and jump in the middle of my high quality advice or opinion.
She's not a chatterbox - just someone who won't stop speaking or won't let the other person speak.I've decided to save her name as Radio Hyper in my cell.
Even K didn't get to talk much this time.And I was pretty sure his American cousin was bugged to death.The 'I wanna run from here' expression was quite evident on his face.
Oh and how I could I miss mentioning how he wanted to ask a girl out in the mall.
"There was this tall girl.Really beautiful.White Skin.Very hot.I wanted to talk to her"
K didn't allow him , I figured.
And Radio Hyper explained him why it is weird to ask a girl out - at a mall at least- in India.
He found that strange.
He asked us wouldn't we talk to a good looking guy if he approached us.
Long lecture from Radio.I didn't hear it completely
When it was my turn to answer , I mumbled "Well..I..wouldn't"
"Why ?"
"Well see the point is a really good looking decent guy won't approach a complete stranger out of the blue."
Later when I was thinking of it , I realized I gave him all wrong notions.Guys do approach girls - like specially in colleges to make friends or to talk.And then , if the guy is really cool..the girl would obviously respond :P
Overall it was nice talking to the American.He took the initiative to bring about a topic but later stayed silent since the three of us got into the 'I'll hang you upside down on the fan' crap! Thats K's patent dialogue.
I have more things to talk about the Westerners.Sometime later.More guests coming up this week..lots of work lined up for me :D And lots of delicious food that mom's gonna cook.
Served lunch to our guests without any blunder.
The thing is when you look tired and keep running around the house helter-skelter - the guests think you are 'doing a lot of work' which is really an exaggerated phrase considering the subject in question is me and of how little work I did/do.But who cares as long as it pleases mum.
The high point - apart from avoiding spilling water or colliding with furniture while walking fast - the really funny part is how my appetite and taste buds showed their true colors.If the guests wouldn't eat the sweets I'd offer - I would eat them up while walking back to the kitchen.I really didn't worry about the calorie intake.
Later in the evening I met K and Rads.K brought along with him his cousin from the US who fitted my every prejudiced opinion of an Indian American. I don't know his name.I forgot to ask.
I'm not a body-language-racist but if there would have been any Indian guy changing his facial expression as fast as the American desi we met did...I'd have spilled a bucket full of water over him.
Its not like I hated it..its just I found it quite peculiar of what they are.Westerners ..Americans or Brits wherever you see them - their body language is way too different , a lot of emphasis on their facial expression.And this guy..he would shrug too often , twitch his lips and speak in such a low voice that I would have to ask Rads to repeat what he said.
This is the first time I spoke to an American Desi face-to-face.Here's a snippet of our conversation which went off track.
Him : Have you been to Ahmadabad ? I like that place
Rads : Yeah
me : No
Him : Its really nice.
Rads : yeah..specially for foodies.
Him : what ?
Rads : Foodies..people who like to eat.
Him : *shrugs* That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard
lol
I didn't know what to say.I didn't know if I should even say anything.I only wished if Rads would keep her mouth shut for some time :D You know it when a conversation isn't clicking and at that time its simply better not to go into the explanatory mode + to tell an American to visit a place in India just for the food is really ...dumb.
Then the next thing he asked was about KFC & movies.True American :D
"You've seen Batman ?"
Rads : No
"No ?? that's weird."
I agree.That's weird :D Poor Rads
"What are you studying?" , he asked me
K : Nothing.She's doing nothing.
me : shut up.I'm into commerce
"Ah! Ok..are you doing CA ?"
K grinned.I wanted to hit him.
Rads started laughing too.I wanted to hit her as it is - so she scored double at that moment.
me : well no..I've left it.
"Ok..my cousin's doing it.Its very very tough.Lot of studying"
Yeaaaaah I wanted to scream.It is tough.
Rads spoke non stop.She would interrupt when I'd say something and jump in the middle of my high quality advice or opinion.
She's not a chatterbox - just someone who won't stop speaking or won't let the other person speak.I've decided to save her name as Radio Hyper in my cell.
Even K didn't get to talk much this time.And I was pretty sure his American cousin was bugged to death.The 'I wanna run from here' expression was quite evident on his face.
Oh and how I could I miss mentioning how he wanted to ask a girl out in the mall.
"There was this tall girl.Really beautiful.White Skin.Very hot.I wanted to talk to her"
K didn't allow him , I figured.
And Radio Hyper explained him why it is weird to ask a girl out - at a mall at least- in India.
He found that strange.
He asked us wouldn't we talk to a good looking guy if he approached us.
Long lecture from Radio.I didn't hear it completely
When it was my turn to answer , I mumbled "Well..I..wouldn't"
"Why ?"
"Well see the point is a really good looking decent guy won't approach a complete stranger out of the blue."
Later when I was thinking of it , I realized I gave him all wrong notions.Guys do approach girls - like specially in colleges to make friends or to talk.And then , if the guy is really cool..the girl would obviously respond :P
Overall it was nice talking to the American.He took the initiative to bring about a topic but later stayed silent since the three of us got into the 'I'll hang you upside down on the fan' crap! Thats K's patent dialogue.
I have more things to talk about the Westerners.Sometime later.More guests coming up this week..lots of work lined up for me :D And lots of delicious food that mom's gonna cook.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
The animated talk.I Like.
Chaat stall
P2 : Raj-kachori ?
me : Yeah!!
P2 : meetha chahiye ? ( knows that I want 'meetha' )
me : umm thik hai..dekh le -sounding disinterested-
P2 : Bhaiya meetha kum karna
me : -looking around-
P2 : chalta na kum meetha ??
me : umm han..
P2 : bhaiya thoda aur kum karna meetha
me : -still looking around-
P2 : pakka ..chalta na ?
me : han jaisa bhi tujhe chahiye
P2 : Accha toh bhaiya meetha dalna hee mat
me : *alarmed* abey oyeee..NAHI...meetha chahiye!
Lol! That cracked me up.
me : Yaar..where did P1 go ?
P2 : Phone kar na
me : 360 degree look around
P2 : call call
me : Han..woh rahi...wahan - pointing aimlessley somewhere-
P2 : Accha phone nahi karna tha isliye mil gayi woh...
kanjoos!
:D
P2 : Enjoyed so much today
me : All because of my presence.
P2 : oh yeah..- giving a go fly a kite look-
me : We didn't eat that stuff
P2 : I never eat so much in weddings.
me : Weddings mein aake khana nahi khaya toh phir kya kiya ?? :D
P2 : Right.Lets attack.
:D
P1 the slow eater , the dieting babe.Strictly-no-sweets.
P1 : You all done with dinner ?
me : of course..two times over!
P1 : Giving me the oh-I-know-you look.
me : Come on..you guys go eat! I have to leave in 10 mins
P1 : Ok
me : 30 mins for you right ? -chuckling -
P1 : giving me the kill you looks. No!
me : hey you..( to p1's friend ) the sweets section is right there..diagonal..Go take her there first! :P
P1 : giving me the -I'll fry a jalebi out of you , so you better shut up-
love to tease P1 each and every time it comes to food. :D
In fact .. love to tease just anyone that I can :D
Honestly am good at it - At least with those ..jinki mai rag rag se wakhif hoon :D
Yeah am flashing my teeth far too much.Can't help it..Really happy :D
Spending time with my two most lovable sisters makes me go on a roll.
And thankfully my birthday wasn't a disaster either.
And ..of course ..more weddings coming up.Great food basically :D
P2 : Raj-kachori ?
me : Yeah!!
P2 : meetha chahiye ? ( knows that I want 'meetha' )
me : umm thik hai..dekh le -sounding disinterested-
P2 : Bhaiya meetha kum karna
me : -looking around-
P2 : chalta na kum meetha ??
me : umm han..
P2 : bhaiya thoda aur kum karna meetha
me : -still looking around-
P2 : pakka ..chalta na ?
me : han jaisa bhi tujhe chahiye
P2 : Accha toh bhaiya meetha dalna hee mat
me : *alarmed* abey oyeee..NAHI...meetha chahiye!
Lol! That cracked me up.
me : Yaar..where did P1 go ?
P2 : Phone kar na
me : 360 degree look around
P2 : call call
me : Han..woh rahi...wahan - pointing aimlessley somewhere-
P2 : Accha phone nahi karna tha isliye mil gayi woh...
kanjoos!
:D
P2 : Enjoyed so much today
me : All because of my presence.
P2 : oh yeah..- giving a go fly a kite look-
me : We didn't eat that stuff
P2 : I never eat so much in weddings.
me : Weddings mein aake khana nahi khaya toh phir kya kiya ?? :D
P2 : Right.Lets attack.
:D
P1 the slow eater , the dieting babe.Strictly-no-sweets.
P1 : You all done with dinner ?
me : of course..two times over!
P1 : Giving me the oh-I-know-you look.
me : Come on..you guys go eat! I have to leave in 10 mins
P1 : Ok
me : 30 mins for you right ? -chuckling -
P1 : giving me the kill you looks. No!
me : hey you..( to p1's friend ) the sweets section is right there..diagonal..Go take her there first! :P
P1 : giving me the -I'll fry a jalebi out of you , so you better shut up-
love to tease P1 each and every time it comes to food. :D
In fact .. love to tease just anyone that I can :D
Honestly am good at it - At least with those ..jinki mai rag rag se wakhif hoon :D
Yeah am flashing my teeth far too much.Can't help it..Really happy :D
Spending time with my two most lovable sisters makes me go on a roll.
And thankfully my birthday wasn't a disaster either.
And ..of course ..more weddings coming up.Great food basically :D
Saturday, February 6, 2010
@ 20
Suddenly life seems short after turning twenty.
OR
Maybe twenty is just too big!
I reckon this is what entering into twenties does to you - awfully makes you aware of the 'less time' you have.
I'm least excited.Not even hyper.
Something's definitely wrong ...-- which is ( am assuming ) -- turning twenty!!
And all I know at this point of time is that : Life's unfair.Fucking unfair.
There's way too much going into my head.On top of that .. the incapability to express is making me feel emotionally handicapped.
I'd leave it all at just one best short advice to myself -
Lets Uncomplicate.
OR
Maybe twenty is just too big!
I reckon this is what entering into twenties does to you - awfully makes you aware of the 'less time' you have.
I'm least excited.Not even hyper.
Something's definitely wrong ...-- which is ( am assuming ) -- turning twenty!!
And all I know at this point of time is that : Life's unfair.Fucking unfair.
There's way too much going into my head.On top of that .. the incapability to express is making me feel emotionally handicapped.
I'd leave it all at just one best short advice to myself -
Lets Uncomplicate.
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