Was this you ?? i wonder now

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always complaining, always whining
whether the sun is up or the moon is shining.
why write thnk u, why not write luv u
one is stumped how to please u.

IPL 3

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What is the event that marks the ascendancy of India on the world stage? Some would say our nuclear tests, but since I think the bat is mightier than the bomb, I would say it is the I.P.L. Now, cricket is the one sport where we do not suck. Also it does not hurt to be a financial powerhouse due a large section of our population hung–up on the game. What better way to emboss these credentials than hold a multi-million dollar league which invites the best players of the world to compete on the domestic turf in T-20 format.

The team owners are all wealthy Indians who can afford to throw crores of rupees out of their kitty and not feel the pinch. They knew that their investment would not go in vain as cricket is and will be the heroin of the masses. This concept married bollywood with cricket and a joyful honeymoon was marked by the successful opening of IPL 3. In a study, it was found that I.P.L was the most expensive league after N.B.A and .A league not even 5 yrs old, still in its infancy and a hotshot moneymaker? This could only happen in India, where the one addiction permissible is cricket.

At every match, you can see a top businessman, actor, politician, minister and of course the hordes which make the format the success that it is. This illustrates the mass appeal of the I.P.L and the fact that it exerts a considerable pull over the imaginations of a sizable chunk of the population.

For the I.P.L, I am of two minds. Sometimes, I think to myself that it’s giving good exposure to sports in India. When I am a bit more cynical, I tend to think that it’s an obnoxious display of wealth, an inevitable result of globalization, which has pumped money into our economy and made fortunes.

When I am in the first state of mind, I think I.P.L is a good thing for a cricket crazy nation like India. It’s a good clean form of entertainment unlike other vulgar programmes on T.V. It encourages budding cricketers to pursue their passions seriously. It provides upcoming cricketers with a significant platform other than the national team, Ranji trophy etc. The big cricketers of India also become adept at the format thanks to such an exposure. (At-least in theory). Many people also get employment such as caterers at the venue, the people who designed the team jerseys, the commentators, the umpires and the security personnel who are assigned to especially guard the teams etc.

On the dark side, is it really prudent for a third-world country like India, where al-least 500 million live acute poverty, to put money in such a glitzy mirage. Since resources are limited (the basic teaching of economics) what if all this money had been diverted to encompass more poor people in Nandan Nilekani’s I-card scheme, or upgrade our C.R.P.F forces to combat internal threats, or ensure a decent school with decent teachers in every village of India or perhaps build quality universities and colleges all over India. I am just making random guesses but the possibilities of putting all this money to better use are endless, really!!!’

Another intriguing fact is that before the I.P.L started, India was the T-20 champion of the world. After I.P.L-2, India could not even reach the semifinal. I guess this is because I.P.L causes fatigue among the Indian players who constitute a majority in the league. (They are the human after all)

Also, other sports requiring promotion such as volleyball, Hockey etc. may get sidelined thanks to I.P.L. The I.P.L could end up aggravating the public’s ‘chalta-hai’ attitude towards the development of other sports since all their (public’s) attention is consumed by cricket.

For the I.P.L lovers I wish to end by saying this-

Lusty sixes,

Beautiful cheerleaders,

Celebrities around,

Adrenaline pumping action on the ground,

Is this heaven?

No, it’s the I.P.L!!!!

And this is for the IP.L haters-

Victimizing of bowlers,

Money wasted on frivolity,

Crass commercialization,

Murder of tradition,

Cricket’s domination,

Is this hell?

No it’s the I.P.L!!!!

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Why some people are too good in killing ones excitement? I made one promise to myself today that i will not ask for things which i know will not be granted. When the moments fades, the importance of things also fades away.

Euthanasia is better anyday for me

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I’m scared of needles and have missed most of my vaccinations at school because I’ve been too scared to go through with them. Your doctor will think you are stupid for being scared of shots. Many people are terrified of needles, and some even faint when given a shot. And i m not too proud to say that i belong to the group who will faint even at the sight of the needle. Today i was shitting bricks when doctor took that long wire, which was supposed to be forced thru my throat. I finally gave up to the cruel doctor temptations. 40 mins were most painful and agonizing. I hated each and everyone who i could think of that time. I tried hard to divert my mind, but everytime the tube was twisted inside me, my mind was not able to think anything else other than kicking that doctor's balls so hard so that he cud relate with my pain.
Finally they got bored of the game and treasure hunt inside my body. I got up and was least interested to know about the findings,i just wanted to leave and go and rest at home. I am so sure that if anytime later in life, i will be needing life support system, where i will be poked with needles everyday " i will choose euthanasia".

A month old ...

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Today i completed one month of being a non smoker. It all started with one promise to him and a promise to myself of living a healthy life. I am one month old as a non smoker.

She opened her eyes to her new world

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Little M, daughter opened her eyes today. I must admit she got one of the most amaging and beautiful eyes, almond shape. Soon she will start walking and will follow me like M piggies follow me... It's so amazing to see them growing up.

Hold me now .......

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Post what all happened in the evening... i can only think of this song. I remember when me and sim's got drunk, i played this song in a loop for some 20 times...... It is surprising that someday i ll relate with this one so well and it will an apt one for the situation....

Hold Me Now"

I have a picture,
Pinned to my wall.
An image of you and of me and we're laughing and loving it all.
But look at our life now.
We're tattered and torn.
We fuss and we fight and lay in the tears we cry until dawn.

[CHORUS]
Hold me now, warm my heart.
Stay with me, let loving start (let loving start)

You say I'm a dreamer, we're two of a kind.
Both of us searching for some perfect world we know we'll never find.
Perhaps I should leave here, yeah yeah go far away.
But you know there's no where I'd rather be than with you here today.


You ask if I love you, well what can I say?
You know I do and if this is just one of those games that we play.
So I'll sing you a new song.
Please don't cry anymore.
ANd then I'll ask you forgiveness though I don't really know what I'm asking it for.


Looking for it ....... Happiness !

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I do not know how many of us get this feeling that everything we have done or so called “accomplished” in life is a big fat lie~! At least I suffer from this pretty regularly. It really does not matter, how much cash you are making or which big car you are driving or which swanky corporate you work with. The real stunner of a question is “are you happy”? Not the look-in-the-mirror-after-an-appointment-of-oh-so-expensive-hair-dresser happy but the kind of happiness you once might have experienced when you got an award in third standard for being the brightest kid in the class, for the very first time in your life. (For those like me who didn’t get any…mere dreaming about it would be enough to bring a huge grin.)

As I sit in my so called “cool-very-
corporatish” office, I look at the world around me… and only view I get is the top the heads (some bald patches, some fuzzy streaks) busily stooped over their computer screens typing away furiously. I wonder what do they type? No greetings from the colleagues, (don’t even talk about the cheers…) only noise I can hear is from a very complicated James Bond’s vending machine. Damn thing is as complicated as Bond’s gadgets and watches!

People around are carrying buckets of attitude and the sense of being damn busy (as if world peace depends on their fragile shoulders.) To make it worse one has to constantly push and monitor other guy’s work, progress... like I have just adopted an autistic dog from a state owned, rural based run down animal shelter! And not just one autistic dog like that many other dogs and cats and donkeys and whatever they are called... I do not wish to waste my (non) finite source of my thinking energy, the bottom line is it all seem pretty stupid to me. It is feeling of emptiness of being wasted. Try as I can, am not able to get rid of this feeling.

It is thanks to this feeling of hollowness, which has made me think about me, myself, what am I like as a person…my personality my ambitions, the one thing (many things) that is truly important to me. If this corporate fever
wouldn’t have gripped me I would be still an executive in this huge agency, not bothered about anything in life…just like a lazy cat. Would be dreaming of writing and creating my own blog and wishing to shift to the client side (ad agency speak)!

So answer my question of being happy… I would say, as of now NO. I am the most miserable person imaginable in your own personal hell… but hey it’s
ok… at least now I know what is my forte, my strengths and my weakness, what NOT to do/try even if great promises of wealth and gold awaits and how to work with my limitations and profit from it.

Happiness is present all over the universe. It all depends on how you go about pursuing it. I think more importantly where you go about pursuing it- inwards or outwards. So they say whatever happens, happens for good, yes being rotten for time being will have certain benefits in the future.

It's all about who i am ???

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As I am staring at my newborn blog, I was wondering what this blog will be about.. and then I thought it need not be specific.. (if I have to write about marketing and advertising.. since its what my profession is... then what will Philip Kotlers of the world will do...!! idon't want them to envy me!)

This blog is a collection of my thoughts, musings, likings,
dis-likings, poetry, fiction, literature.. (very much like Paulo Coelho's "like a flowing river.." only difference is that he can afford to get his "collection of thoughts" published.. )

Someone asked me recently that why i am not into Creative writing and what I am doing as a servicing person (old school version of Account management, in advertising).. somehow this question struck home. I guess this is another reason which pushed me to start writing... maybe.. we'll figure it out.. won't we ?

Some day we will know - switch foot

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Ninety miles outside Chicago
Can't stop driving, I don't know why
So many questions, I need an answer
Two years later you're still on my mind

Whatever happened to Amelia Earhart?
Who holds the stars up in the sky?
Is true love just once in a lifetime?
Did the captain of the Titanic cry?

Someday We'll Know
If love can move a mountain
Someday We'll Know
Why the sky is blue
Someday We'll Know
Why I wasn't meant for you

Does anybody know the way to Atlantis?
Or what the wind says when she cries?
I'm speeding by the place that I met you
For the ninety-seventh time... tonight

Someday We'll Know
If love can move a mountain
Someday We'll Know
Why the sky is blue
Someday We'll Know
Why I wasn't meant for you

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Someday We'll Know
Why Samson loved Delilah
One Day I'll go
Dancin on the moon
Someday You'll Know
That I was the one for you

I bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow
i watch the stars crash into the sea
If I could ask God just one question...
Why aren't you here with me?...tonight

Someday We'll Know
If love can move a mountain
Someday We'll Know
Why the sky is blue
Someday We'll Know
Why I wasn't meant for you

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Someday We'll Know
Why Samson loved Delilah
One Day I'll go
Dancin on the moon
Someday You'll Know
That I was the one for you

it was white all over

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Wat i could have done to save him, why his mom was so calm even wen her son died? Was she morning by sitting next to his corpse? Don't look at me little m, i don't wanna look at you. I know what you want to ask me? I promise you the moaning mother where ever he is right now, is much comfortable. I know his sister is missing and looking for the tiny body for warmth inside the pen. It was so not me and i surprise my self most of the times when i go numb while doing odd jobs. When little M was under the knife my feelings were so similar to what i had this morning. Sudden rush of feelings and emotions drains out of your system. Sitting next to the puppy pen, i am already missing that little soul.
Today some what i can relate to parents who loose their children. My hand raised baby is gone and trust me i can still feel his fur and soft burps on my hand.
rest in peace puppy, and tell me what i should tell your mother who is looking at me since your are gone. Is she blaming me, is she waiting for me to put you back to the puppy pen. Why u never called out for help, like you and sister cried out for the first time wen you stepped into this world. I promise you my kid, that your sister will go to the best of hands else will remain with us in this house............. i dun want another little m story to be repeated.

cat nap

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It's a handful and time consuming job to hand raise 11 pups. One starts crying others also joins the chorus. Finally fed all of them and time for me to take a cat nap