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Test # 1937: India vs Sri Lanka @ Brabourne

2009-12-03T00:23:00.000-08:00

Preview:
The CCI stadium Brabourne is hosting a test match after some 30 years, means none of the players in either team have played here. After recording their 100th Test win, the Indian team despite the absence of their 'Test player of the year - Gautam Gambhir', looks solid for a chance to go rank 1 in Test rankings atleast for some days before South Africa take on England. And given the way the English are going through their African Safari, the Indian team can hold the title for much longer.
Team News:
India

Gauti not playing: What a way to waste the opportunity to knock down another hundred and a record 5th consecutive century. Given that the Indian team is not playing much of neatly dressed cricket (only 5 this season), Gauti should have utilized the purple patch he has been enjoying. In his absence, Murli Vijay, the Tamil Nadu opener gets a chance to showcase his supreme form he his carrying in the Indian Domestic season.

Sri Lanka

Must listen to India's most succesful captain Mr.Saurav Ganguly's words, "If two spinners can't do the job against a batting line-up, then three would also do no good". Then who gets the axe ? The mystery Mendis who dismantled Indian batting line-up in Sri Lanka like a ten-pin ? The better than Mendis record holder Herath, who only seems to have caused any problems for the Indians, and given the reputation of Indians that they give utmost encouragement to youngsters, he has better chances than any other bowler. Or Mr. Murli ? The close to 800 test scalps holder who has been battered by everyone on this tour, and who has been forced to think about retiring when he just seemed to go on and on.

In all, Lankans have to group up, leave back the ass whipping they got in Kanpur, start fresh a new day a new test, a new Test against a strong and aggressive batters, a comeback bowler and a turbanator who is yet to fire for quite some time now.

Happy TEST-ing.

hey you :)

2009-12-03T00:20:00.000-08:00

More than 56 weeks and no entry at all. Starting this weekend, I , sudeep deb, will try and be more frequent with my posts, a much more frequent.

Guest Appearance (Ku)

2008-11-07T01:04:00.000-08:00

Today we have a guest appearance here. The guest appearance is going to read us a poem, which has been composed for the host.

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I have a friend, his name is Sudeep, :)
looks really cute, and talks sooo sweet!
Has innocent eyes, and tells charming lies
when talking to him time just flies.

He's always there for me
morning or night
when he is around, everything feels right.

A bit naughty n quite a flirt. :D
Has a heart of gold, and no one he hurts.

Hardworking, honest , intelligent ( super intelligent :D) and kind
Another one like him is impossible to find!

Humble, shy ,a modest guy
has an awesome smile
that makes everyone sigh!! ;)

He's caring, loving, such a precious one!
every moment with him is full of fun.

He says all these funny and witty things
and tells me sooo many stories
Cheers me up everytime and
I forget all my worries.

He really amazes me and makes me wonder...
How does he put up with me!!
Given i am such a blunder!

I say the stupidest of things and get all filmy :P
And then i think... this time he is surely gonna kill me!! :P
So I ask him,Sudeep.. :- i m sorry..did i bug?
And he smiles sweetly, n gives me a hug :)
Still not convinced i ask him , did i waste your time?
He smiles again, n says of course u didnt, :) the pleasure was all mine. ( One of the charming lies i reffered to.. ;) )

Every passing day, to me he becomes more dear
So far away, n yet soooo near :)

No matter how hard i try, words i cant find
To tell you about this sweetheart of mine.

It really scares me when i think about the time
when our lives will go seperate ways,and will share no rhyme.
Wherever we may be,come what may
forever n ever safe in my heart, these memories will stay.
And for him to be always always happy, i'll pray...

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(Applause). WoW. Thank you so so much for this wonderful unique gift. No words could justify my gratitude.

The Best of Monsoon

2008-10-29T08:50:00.000-07:00

After getting soaked up in the Bangalore rains twice in less than 24 hours, and one of them being very unique experience. I think i will pen down my best 3 moments WINNERS of the monsoon season and some consolation prizes.

What happened yesterday can't make to the top three but is definitely but a mention. Many times in the movies we watch that in rains, someone standing near a stalled vehicle asking for help. Something very similar happened last night (24-10-2008 : 01:15 AM), people from Bangalore can draw clear picture. On the airport road there are many low lying areas where are heavy rainfall, water gets logged before being eventually sewage off. So we were out towards the KempFort pizza hut (definitely not for pizza), while coming back, our Lancer had to go through some of these water logged low lying areas. Given the appalling state of the car, it stalled near the HAL main gate. So here we are, 3 of us pushing the 100-kg dabba (read car) on the airport road in a hope that it would start some time sooner. For 5 minutes this drama continued, after which all of us were all soaked up until the engine roared.

Now jumping to the rankings at once. Presenting before you, my very own,

The three best moments of the monsoon till date : Starting with the second runner-up

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This one is not exactly amidst heavy rains. In my 10th standard I used to go for maths tuition in arera colony,Bhopal. One day after a heavy downpour I and one of my friend, abhishek nema, were returning back to our home. Everyday we, sort of, used to compete on who will reach nutan college first, which by the way was tiring, considering the Bhopal heat. But the rain that day made the race exciting as ever, not only because of the cool breeze but also because of a naughty prank which you can play of rain laden leaf branches. As we cut through the traffic in the area of charimli, which is densely covered with trees. Every time I got to the lead i used to pluck one of the branches and run, as the one behind had no idea of it used to be the victim and the droplets on leaves used to provide a perfect downpour. Also as we know the real rain fun is to get wet yourself, so many times we traded the roles and got wet. The playfulness, naughtiness, carelessness makes this the third most memorable moment of the monsoon.

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Probably everyone wants to enjoy the first rain of the season. I also did, until an February evening with kukku. I can't assure that it was the first rain of the season, as it always rains in Bangalore, but it definitely was the first weekend evening when some of us where free. Somewhere around 3 it started to drizzle, by 4 the rain caught some real power. As many don't bathe on weekend, but I had to do on this one at least. I got a crazy thought of, you know, get out aimlessly roam around get all wet and no one to scold after. But all crazy ideas remain ideas unless you execute them, and for something as crazy as this, i needed an accomplice. Well, Hanish (aka kukku), turned himself in for the job. So for next 50-60 minutes we were walking, running, talking, screaming, shivering - more importantly without any purpose - aimlessly. The feeling was superb and the feat exceptional. I congratulate kukku and me for the second spot.

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In comes the champion : Well this has to be related with sports. In past I have been part of many football and kabaddi matches in rain, but never ever i enjoyed so much as in this one. My first durga pooja holidays in IITR, in our colony, Danish Nagar, we had a good distinction between when to play cricket and when to enjoy football. One of the evening, free from pooja activities I get time to go to the only ground where we play everything. Today it was football, and that too a special match. All college final years versus the rest. Some 10 college final year students formed a team, and on other side we were, 2 college first yearites, 3 from twelfth stnd, 2 from eleventh, and some 6 from 10th and below. Soon after the match started in came the rain, just like ones we see in EPL, as the rain grew strong, so did mud on ground. By end we won emphatically 12-3 with me scoring 6 of them. Also we were covered with mud from toe to face. The best part with rains is you can always clean yourself before heading back home. But when I reached I was in surprise from my mom. Someone from the colony called my home and told her about all these. But in all the masti the experience was first of kind which lead me to so many more rain soaked matches.

The one definitely missing and would make to the top the table has to be a romantic one, pyaar huya ik-raar huya types scene, or Jab we met - "tumse hi ", still to experience, sigh sigh !!!!!

Travel Guide : Chennai

2008-06-03T06:55:00.000-07:00

Travel Guide : Fun, Love, Friends.

After a very successful blog about 14 hours in Mumbai, I think I should give my readers some hands up if they ever wish to visit Chennai.
Tip 1: Drink lots of fluids. [:P]. It’s really hot and you don’t want to get yourself dehydrated.
Tip 2: Keep a notepad, or keep saving the names of places on your cell. You are bound to forget names like tirusuvalum, mambalam, kodambakkam; these are few easy ones which I remember.
Tip 3: Have lot of money, for the auto walas you are their Christmas pie. Astonishingly, you wouldn’t have idea how much to bargain. Buses are too crowded to travel. Local train system is the best. Not at all like Mumbai or Kolkata.

My very own Chennai trip is a collection of few of the very special moments which I will cherish my whole life. First and foremost, I met people who are very dear to me, besides that the biggest worry of me picking a complexion was negated by the cloudy weather for the only 2 days I was in the city. I felt as if the city was alluring me to come again. But there are too many other goodies for grab besides this.

To start off with the trip, I was late from Bangalore to catch the bus. But as all things happen for good, so was this, met a girl at the nearing bus stop. As we shared an auto for 55-60 mins I had an awesome conservation which literally set-up the tune for the trip -> crisp and fun. For newbie at majestic, the bus stand is a fascination in itself and anyone can get easily lost in there as we experienced while going to Wonder-La. But this time I had my previous experience to ask as many bus conductors you can to get to the right platform.

Once I was in the bus, by the way which was running 1 hour late because of the Bangalore traffic, the only excitement left in me was to reach Chennai as early as I could. Lots to my ignorance and innocence I was in for some good spotting stuff. From here on the blog becomes categorized as above 18 for few lines, so all kids reading this part kindly jump off the quoted lines.
"If you are alone in a dark AC bus with everyone sleeping around you, what can make your travel interesting? Any guesses? I hope some of you might have got it right. Everyone's fantasy is to meet some girl on bus have some rocking conversation before you exchange your numbers and continue the story. If not better what I watched has to be in everyone’s (top 3) time pass in a bus travel. How about a couple smooching right in front of you for say 2 hours(not gonna share details with you, after all I paid for the bus fare so I will only have the fun you have all the J part). I may be seen as a desperate frustoo here, but in my view it’s better to sleep or watch other buses overtaking ours. So for about 2 hours I had the best seat in the theatre which was screening a movie which had more stuff and duration than a Hollywood movie. The only problem was the itch in my hand having a digi-cam and could not capture the glorious moments to be shown to you guys." Whatever, no clue when they slept and when I slept.

Finally, I reach the grand bus stop of koyambedu, with only one piece of information to reach Chennai central before 7:30. So excited I was, I was there by 6:45. Waiting in anticipation and happiness of meeting raju. In short we had breakfast, strolled along Marina, saw forbidden kingdom at city centre, some [:D] shopping at Spencer, had jhaal mudi(a famous Bengali snack) too.
Enjoyed all of it, so much that I still have the hangover.
Disclaimer: This part was kept concise on purpose.

No stinginess from now on, at mambalam waiting for Vishal was the most boring time of the trip. As I saw many local trains come and go. Leave me, even they had no idea what all we will do. By THEY I am introducing 4 new faces, Vishal, Sachan, PK, Raju (this one is a different from one mentioned above). From station to the most crowded street of India - ranganathan street, T.nagar - where there are shops as high as 7 floor dealing only in gold where a stretch of some 200 meters took nearly 20 mins to cross. From there to high time - hotel GRT - watching the match between mohali and Chennai. As the clock was nearing mid-night, time to head back to home. Again to the station, this was the part till where everything was planned. It was now when I heard someone mentioning about going to Pondicherry. A wacky thought, who would support that ?, all of us. Pondicherry, 3 hours from Chennai, known for scenic beauty and union territory privileges. A night out after a long time, and this time Counter Strike was not the purpose of that. A beautiful sun rise providing lot of opportunities to click before the sea with scenery as beautiful as ones we used to draw in school (not me off course). [Travel Tip:] While going to a beach, take a spare set of clothes and towel, you have no idea where all places in the body the sand makes in-roads. In all this time of 2 nights I would have hardly slept for 4 hours, it was then when I realized that I have lost my specs. Tracking back the specs from the pics, it seems somewhere along the beach it got lost. After so much of activity it was sleepy, lethargic time after that, eating junk food, sleeping shamelessly. The only way to regain the lost energy.

As I was boarding back for Bangalore, all the memories of the two day trip flashed in front me. Reminding of the events which could not have been more fun filled, which could not have been more touching, which could not have given me any hint that I want every weekend like the one which was just ending.

Riders Riding on Challenged Challengers

2008-05-09T09:09:00.001-07:00

8th May, 8 PM, Eden Gardens, Kolkata.
Possibly the match could be seen as the battle to top the IPL group (from bottom). Both the teams are literally strugling to compete with other top-rung teams like that of yuvi's (read preity's) and dhoni's.

The Match
Considering the team capabilities, even the rain god didn't want to torture his followers with a 40 over match. Rather the rain god did his very best to abandon the match. But the sheer amount of money associated with matches just can't make the organisers quit, and that too against a fanatic crowd of eden garden(remember India's 96 world cup semis or the India Pak 2002 test which could only be resumed after vacating the stands). Since the game was shortened I expected excitement levels to grow, atleast that was the logic to shift from 50 overs to 20 overs. If we exclude the slots where dada and wall were out with their weapons (which they use more to defend than to attack), the game was exciting. Just after being shell shocked by those 2 innings, even the blasts of Hussey, Saha and White sounded peaceful. Both the teams had a purpose, to win, but only riders showed that by their fielding standards. Taibu and Hodge showed the everyone how to catch the leather rather than chasing it. Talking about purpose, did the captains showed any ? Atleast DADA did with his immaculate bowling, and a MoM to boost his efforts can't be questioned. But what is with dravid, its obvious that he is not the most ideal person for this format but atleast like others he can try to hit out. No one has held his bat from swinging at the bowlers, most of the credit of 3 overs for 7 runs of DADA goes to Dravid. At the end some superb bowling by ishant and equally remarkable captaincy from saurav helped riders register their third win of the coveted league.

Zeroth Umpire: Thats me
As the number of field umpires have been 3 and DoorDarshan taking the slot of the fourth umpire(remember mandira and charu), so taking the slot of fifth umpire will be making me last on list (which i don't like). So i cheat on the concept of zero day placements of management school I choose to be a zeroth umpire. For this match , I am already bored with the game and writing so much , so I am signing off. See you soon.

2008-05-06T04:47:00.000-07:00

More than 4 months and nothing at all here. This has to be height of silence. Once a wise man said, "words are silver, silence is golden" (kuch aisa hi muhaavra hai), by this law I would have made fortunes here. But to my dismay I have gained non-creativenes and more reluctance to write. All because of the omnipresent laziness, there has been so many occassion I could have blurted about. Be it the new year maab(mob) hungama, or the IPL drama. There was so much to write which I thouroughly missed.
I think everyone got my point, and to cut short the blog, from now on I will try to write frequently (I know its a sad news for you).
Just to remind myself and keep writing I blog about what I do the most(no no, no stories for you from my office), watching sports and movies. And as IPL should be in progress for another, i dont know, eraa it seems, with formula1 moving to europe, champion league finals airing from chilly moscow, french open must start shortly too. So I have enough of events to look at give my point of view, which is now rectified by a spec of 0.5.

Home Coming II – The Mumbai Salsa –

2008-01-04T03:34:00.000-08:00

Yeh hai Mumbai meri jaan (should be changed to) Yeh Mumbai mai jaan hai …..

After meeting rachit at airport somewhere in the afternoon, and going to his place for a very short time, I hardly spent an hour in the same place till 2:00 in the night, not that we were barred or something, but there was so many other things to do than to sit at home (we also did that for an hour, and played CS on each other’s PC). The first motive was to pacify rats in my stomach, as I had very little since the morning, so we went to near by restaurant, Shiv-Sagar, an average looking restaurant from outside, but it was more than average, atleast in terms of looks and the crowd dining there, but the crowd is like the same story all over in mumbai, in short, fundoo, foki, stylish, even the attitude and style of an 11 year old can give you shivers. I felt as if we are like oldies from 70s. From spaghetti tops, skirts, deep neck tops, shoulder off minis, coloured hair to full make-up on girls to spikes, sleeve less t-shirts on boys, seems as if the junta there defines what are the hot and happening things in fashion ramp. If someone says the dresses in fashion show never make to the road side walks, I will say him to visit Mumbai, and his perception would take no time to change.

Leave apart all these, its show time now, so we decided we can watch the movie WELCOME in a near by theatre, so on the way to PVR we were trying not to miss many things, as we had an look on the Big-B’s abode, pratiksha, and along side to many other such places like the one where Bombay bomb blast took place at ’93 and few more sports complex and 5 star hotels we at last reached PVR, but, but, a holiday is like the worst day to make plans for movie, as all shows were already booked, so we decided to go some site seeing now:

First Stop: Juhu Chaupati, the classic hindi movie setting of hero and heroine walking by the beach on the sunset was on my mind until I reached the place, also I always had these fantasies about a beach, most of them from the serials like BayWatch etc, that a beach is a place where you find sun bathers in minimal clothing, little to anyone’s liking those beaches are non-existing in India, but to my disliking the Juhu Chaupati isn’t any good, with algae all over the sand coast, its very slippery out there, imagine if BayWatch was shot in India, and Pamela Anderson running (in lustful slow motion) across the coast and suddenly she is out of the frame, reason, she slipped on the algae and was lying there flat on the sand, and moreover, with chances of skin infections after 2 weeks the producers should have been forced to replaced her with more rough and tough Indian version of her, with Rakhee Sawant.
But still the best part of the beach are the vendors and their items, where you can spoil yourself with barf ka gola, sev poori, paani poori, and other chats. There it is, first experience with barf ka gola (kala khatta flavour), I learned a new thing I can suck at, it’s so much fun at 15 ruppees. After that, we decided to stroll on the beach, which by the way was also stinking from the garbage, which was dumped there and it was thrown back by the waves. Seriously, there must be something the municipality do to take care of the chaupati.

Second Stop: Bandra Band Stand, strolling across the chaupati we reached rachit’s accommodation where after a short CS stint, we decided to leave for the other type of beach, the one at bandra band stand, this one is different from the chaupati, here there are constant waves hitting the rocks, it’s a lot cleaner, plus one more speciality (which will be revealed later). So to reach bandra we decided to try our luck with the all infamous local train, so the first local train arrives, here we are at the station holding our position like the warriors who wish that they can make in-roads in the never ending human-force of the local train, unfortunately the force was so much that for entire time for which the train halted we were continuously thrown away from the doors. So first attempt was futile and exhaustive, so to regain some strength we stopped by the vendor to have some samosas and lemonade (nimbuu paani), to our bad luck by the time a vacant, less crowded, local came out of no where. Missing this one was evident. 6 minutes later, the third one was scheduled, we have to get in this one, it’s been long that we have acted gentlemen in this game, now its time to be rude and show other what we are made of. Luckily, this one was even more spacious than the previous two, so we had no struggle boarding this time. For someone who wishes to visit band stand, here is a piece of info for you, best bus - 211 goes there, and this will save your 30 minutes which we wasted there for the same info. After reaching the band stand, which by the way is a beautiful rocky beach. Previously I mentioned about some speciality about this place, well have you ever visited Victoria Memorial @ Kolkata, or Ekaant Park @ Bhopal, then you can portrait my feelings easily. It was the same, only enlarged in proportions, and so is the frustration level, when you see 100s of couples in a romantic location in intimate positions, and me with a guy to boost the frustration, leaving aside that the place is beautiful with a view of Mumbai skyline. To end the visit, we decided to visit SRK’s Mannat, well I don’t need to praise it, as it speaks for itself.

Third Stop: If you are thinking, the day isn’t over yet, well it has, now it’s the night time, the time for which Mumbai is specially know for, the night life.
Sudeep: Ab kaha chale ?
Rachit: ToTo’s garage pub chalte hai ?
Sudeep: Kya? yeh kaisi jagah hai ?
Rachit: Tu chal naa…..AUTOooooo….
From outside, it’s just a door, with a WELCOME board in neon flash. Inside, its music, smoke, drinks, and offcourse partying junta, here you can easily order a drink of your choice and ogle at choice of your girl, which are abundant here. And if you are tall and handsome like Rachit you can get few to come with you, just that today he was not in mood (sorry ladies not tonight :D). About the bar, it’s a theme bar with various car parts, number plates and accessories hanging at places. The best, was the volkswagen beetle hanging from the roof at the centre, another innovative item was a wall clock embedded inside a mrf tyre. These things are hard to locate and remember when you have distractions of so many drunk girls :P. About the ogling part, the eye tonic was never short in Mumbai, at the point of landing to the moment I took off; I had lot of eye tonic to keep my ophthalmologists away for whole year. On a mathematical comparison basis,
If, G = number of ogle(able) girls I met in Bangalore in 6 months,
Then number of ogle(able) girls I met in Bombay in a day = 10 G;

Suddenly, we recalled that Anshul (nostrum) was also coming tonight. So we went to airport to pick him, had dinner there in a near by restaurant and reached back home by 12:00 (uhoh 00:00). In no time it was 00:30, and it all started
Rachit: Toh kaha chale abhi ?
Sudeep and Anshul: Abhi ??(aankhen phati ki phati)
Rachit: Disc chalte hai.
Sudeep: Is time Bangalore mai gudnite, sweet dreams, take care, ho jaataa hai.But I was too excited to resist, and we were out again, meandering, enjoying a hell of last 14 hours or so.

Overall, I am too excited by this visit which appeals me to visit again and again and sooner and sooner.
PS: There are other reasons also. [:P]

Home Coming I – The Journey Begins

2008-01-01T04:17:00.000-08:00

<11:00>
At 34000 feet and 800 kph (couldn’t feel the speed of the flight at all, except from few jerks at times, its like spending time in a chair and getting bored), what would one like to do, well there are kids who are enjoying after they took the elves christmas caps from the air hostesses. There is this guy 2 seats away who I guess has some breathing problem and doing ramdev baba category exercises to regain in breath in a pressurized capsule to save everyone from the outside 10° C and really low pressure, to make it suitable for the travellers, but seriously isn’t there any solution to the air pressures felt at the ears, those are really frequent and freaky. There is this other guy listening songs on his i-pod, well if it would have been a girl I would have been cursing Steve Jobs the same way rachit did in his blog. So 1.5 hours I will try to write something, and watch few more episodes of F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

Anyways, to start the trip, well it wasn’t planned at first, I was supposed to be enjoying a marriage at Calcutta, but some things don’t go as planned, but once that event was postponed, it was more of necessary to break to visit home, and a way I can use that to enjoy at Bhopal. So, from Bangalore to Mumbai, and then to Bhopal, that summarises the trip in terms of journey, not in terms of fun, which we all will know in coming days, and I don’t have any idea of that. Oh oh the plane is starting to tilt, we are about to reach Mumbai, time to switch off the fun, will resume later……
<11:44>

Resuming with the story, 21^st December was the date when I had to leave Bangalore on a 10:15 Deccan Flight DN-606, as suggested by other I had to leave 8:00 for the airport, so I woke at 7:30 AM, got a bathe, dressed neatly and applied the adidas deo to impress girls and air hostesses. Reached airport well before time and I may be the first one to check my baggage at the counter, the attendant gave me an option of a window seat, which I accepted without any retaliation. Going through several security scans through different sections at the terminal, wasn’t any exciting though. But the fruits of getting up early did reap so early, so many well make-up(ed) faces greeting you from time to time. In short, a early morning visit to lounges should be made compulsory for especially people with poor vision, there is a lot of eye tonic to serve the purpose of the senses, which in a way is refreshing, so much that I didn’t sleep at all in the flight, plus there were these beautiful ladies, called air hostess, in red mini-skirts and white tops wearing Christmas caps was another reason, I wasn’t able to sleep.

On my seventh experience with what “wright brothers” once flew in early nineteen hundreds, I have nothing to do, listening to songs from my collection, adhering to the captain’s directions and highly excited to visit Mumbai, listening to the constant humming of the engine, initially I had this feel that the seats near to the wings will give me an opportunity to look on how the controls work while taking off and landing of the plane, as the captain was checking the controls at start, I knew, I was gonna enjoy this, and infact I did, while taking off, the shape of the wings reminded me of the terrifying fluid mechanics classes (though I got my best grades ever in those subjects, 3 A+ in 3 courses, but I never had an idea HOW). Shifting from Bangalore to Mumbai, in terms of place, or Pruthi to Rachit, in terms of person, the loving part never fell short.

So here after a delay of some 30 minutes I landed on the beautifully built Mumbai Chahtrapati Shivaji airport, where after collecting my baggage, I had a clear instruction to head left where rachit was waiting for me. And there we are @ mumbai, where a great Mumbai bash awaits, so we have the whole day to see places and many many more things awaits us in this Mumbai nagariya.

Thanks Giving - (not so thankful)

2007-12-02T23:56:00.000-08:00

Thanks giving celebrated:
Six guys, alias napster, pruthi, birju, kuku, m.j., div-yaang,(names have been changed on request), with a bizarre idea of celebrating an American occasion (THANKS GIVING DAY), inspired by the lovely sit-com F.R.I.E.N.D.S., decided to celebrate with revolutionary ideas to make it a memorable evening.

What they planned?
How was it executed?
What was the result?

I got it all…..reporting from bangalore this is your news reporter on your favorite channel “bangalore times” ……so don’t move a muscle and keep watching after this short commercial ………:P…..this is an unsponsored channel ….so no commercials…back to the story….
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22nd of November,2007…It was the fourth Thursday of November, and so was the day celebrated as Thanks Giving day all over the world, so was, in the small home of a region in bangalore, where some fanatics did the same.

Visualised as :
1.Food : Chips, Pakodis with ketch-up, kurkure, French fries.
2.Drinks : Wine, Juice, Cold drinks.
3.Thanks giving Special: Chocolate cake.
4.Movies: Rated at 8.1 by 46000 IMDB users, the movie, SUPERBAD, wasn’t a bad choice, to boost the movie, it has got some teen movie of year award too.

Executed as:
1.Food: With bringing the ketch-up, assisting cook for the fries, shopping for other stuff, the plan was well executed.
2.Drinks: There was lot of juice n cold-drinks in fridge, the only thing missing was wine, which in the end, three guys ended up bringing three different brands, not well planned, but 3 bottles of wine(2 white n 1 red), sounded perfect.
3.Thanks giving Special: A good looking, chocolate cake from the confectionary ‘MIDAS TOUCH’ to embrace the occasion.
4.Movies: After non-stop 8 hours download from a torrent, the scene was set.

The Outcome:
1.Thanks giving Special: Started with cutting the cake, which by the way was awesome,(the only good thing of the evening).
2.Drinks : 2 of the wine bottles had cork on it, who in india keeps a cork opener at home, so those two bottles are still kept in fridge, fortunately one didn’t had a cork on it, so after pouring the white wine in respective glasses, cheers all around, the first sip goes in, eewww, its bitter!! are all wines bitter??
That glass took some 2 hours to finish. No more wine from there on.
3.Food: It was OK, what could have gone wrong with packed stuffs.
4.Movie: Superbad, true to its name, the IMDB ratings are pure deception or a strategy my movie watchers(if I have jhelofy this movie you all should do it too), though it was good at some places, but who can see a pervert fat guy, and a dreamy thin guy(equally pervert) for two and half hours, and there plans to get lucky and score on some wild drunk party, with a ending horrible than the movie itself.

In all it was a mixed sort of celebrations, some glitches though, some memories to tell stories in future to friends and family. That’s a lot in a night.

(Hope you enjoy the narration, any comments are welcome.)

CHAMPIONS

2007-09-24T22:43:00.000-07:00

24 september,2007.

It took approximately 24 years and 3 months for a country of 100+crore democracy to choose 16 men who could bring the biggest honour of cricket to the country,India. A world cup, in the newest version of this 130 years old game, the twenty twenty world cup has seen again the two power houses of sub-continent(India and Pakistan) fight in a major final. The last time these two met in a major final was at the world series of cricket at 1985,australia. The result was same, India emerging victorious.

A sincere confession. Ever since I was born in 1985, i believed that my team wont give me a chance to celebrate world championship, I never doubted their ability but I doubted my mis-fortunes.Well this was proved wrong. WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS OF WORLD. A well deserved champion. Beating every favourite of the tournament, whether be it the dominating Australia by 15 runs or thrashing undefeated SA by 40 at their home in Durban(which looked more like small India, so home advantage to none), or terrorising the specialist T20 filled England by six sixes, leaving behind the recent 3-4 defeat at England, which was dictated more by umpires than the english players, but at Durban Indians didnt give much opportunities to the red dressed watchers(umpires) who could do nothing, except to exercise, raising their arms again and again signalling sixes.

And after very long time, I think, it were the bowlers who deserved a high credit of every victory. A low profile bunch of pacers backed by the expert bowling coach Venkatesh Prasad, did, what many of us doubted even in their dreams. It wasnt for the batsmen we won those crunch matches against Pakistan(both), or against SA, it was purely bcos of the calm and disicplined bowling attack. The fielding was a revelation, kudos to robin singh, now we dont only have yuvi n kaif, but yuvi, uthappa, kartik, 2 pathans. Not to forget the brave and shrewd M.S.Dhoni(mahi), who never feared the opposition and always believed in his boys. He made his presence felt in every match. Moreover, it was achieved in absence of tri-dev of international cricket, no master(Sachin), no wall (Dravid), no prince of calcutta(Ganguly). And not to forget,all of this without a coach(well roger federer isnt only one guy who does well without a coach, there is a whole team which is doing the same whole summers). Discussing about a presence of coach, it hardly matters if u have separate coaches for every department.....In words of ganguly(dada) : "No one can teach Sachin how to bat, so what will a coach do ..?"

And for all of my friends(specially rachit) who told me that India would be defeated(raped) by the end of the match everyday, I would like to say them "ENJOY WHAT MY TEAM HAS DONE, and next time cheer with me". Even me, who was very disappointed by India's early exit at the 50 overs world cup version, was not much interested in the game after your favourite bunch of players give such a meagre performance, but somewhere deep in heart I wished my team to win everyday when they went out to field. Thanks to overwhelming statistics from avneesh and prashant (@ GF war-room), and to greatbong, I found my renowed love for my team. And Hanish, thanks, without TV at your room, it would have been difficult to watch.

... Well its time for us to celebrate this moment, and hope that we get many such triumphs again, I am not in a mood to wait 24 years....I have weak memory I need a new championship soon.

Cheers, CHAK DE INDIA.

OMG - My mom on ORKUT !!!!!

2007-08-21T11:28:00.000-07:00

Mohan Bhatnagar, an orkut addict,as most of the new genx is, from the moment he gets up his activities include checking offline scraps with brushing his teeth, to a last minute check before he goes off fo classes for the numerous girls he involved in chatting in such a short period. His orkut scapbook is more congested than the bangalore roads, a 5 min bio break leaves 5 chatters wondering where mohan might me. To the late night forum entries to 12 of his 28 communities. He has a fan list over there too. Besides that he also takes some parallel time talking to his family members on messenger.

Besides his gregarious nature he also takes care on who all to add to his friend list, and keeps an constant eye for the people on his visitor's list. Last few days he could see some unusual visitor always showing on it.Besides the regular friends he scraps, a name has been showing up constantly for the last week.

R.Bhatnagar, hmmn, well he opens the link and turns out that its a she, alright she has the same surname as of mine, may be she is one of those new comers at "bhatnagar" community checking on active members. Casually, he let it go.But the same happened the following week, same orkuting but same R.Bhatnagar always showing. Thats it, he decides to give atleast a reaction to that and atleast start a scrapbook chat with her.

Mohan: I can see u in my visitor's list for few days, Do I know u ?
R.B: Yes u know, beta.
Mohan: Beta, wht ru like ? 60's ? Why have u been looking in my profile for last few weeks.
R.B: Why did I interupted ur chat with neha,pooja,radhika,swati, etc etc.
Mohan: No u havent, But why u spying on me? wats ur name? whr u frm?
RB: Wat if I say my name is rama bhatnagar from ur native place, would that make a difference?
Mohan: No, it wont.But i would say u share exact name with my mom.

Oh My God, has my mom got an orkut account, its only been 4 weeks that we have had net at home, moreover who would tell her abt orkut.Wait a minute, golu(padosi ka ladka), he is a braggart, he must have shown his net skills and helped my mom open an account and reach me on orkut.What could this mean,she knows exactly wat I have been doing past 15 days and how I lied to her abt not wasting time on chatting.
It cant be true, if this would have been a case she would have indicated me much earlier, rather wait for me to respond.May be she is checking how long can I lie to her, that is horrible, I cant talk to her now abt it.But atleast I should say sorry to her abt all the lies. But wat if it is anyone of my friend who is goofing around wid the newest of trick in book of pranks. Wat to do???
I haven't done anything wrong to be ashamed of, I talked to my friends,whther most of them are girls, I call guys and talk to them.
Whom u bluffing MOHAN, I am u inner voice, u just waste time chatting on net, and not use it wisely as the other junta does, searching according their needs,not just fooling arnd wid their precious time, they write blogs,read news,participate in discussions,google their curiosity.

Wht u thinking buddy?wat u gonna do wid rama? whether she is my mom or not,leave it may be some naughty friend,now on, I should act wisely from today and not engage in time wasting net surfing,.... wellllll..... not eliminate completely,I will reduce it. (The phone rings:Its my mom)MOHAN, wat u used to tell me abt ur surfing habits, now I know everything abt ur activities,and u learnt to lie too...ru listening ?? MOHAN MOHAN MOHAN.....

(MOHAN MOHAN MOHAN...wake up....time to leave for class),, I cant believe this,I felt asleep while brushing my teeth, ewww, the toothbrush is so-so tasteless and plastic..well who all did I miss to reply during this power nap.....oh its radhika waiting for me...but who is this new face on my scrapbook,hmmn,who is this rama bhatnagar ????? is it?? is it?? is it my MOM.

MP3 (mera pehla pehla pyaar)

2007-07-18T03:12:00.000-07:00

Last 2 days(Saturday and Sunday) have been disasterous, without a single glimpse of her, not a single word, but meanwhile used this time to impress her.Here comes MONDAY, the start of week when the school would not stop for another 5 days at a strech which would give me enough oppurtunities to interact with her. One of the late comers at the school(since childhood), but I made it sure that I wont be late than her. As the time passed, the assembly bell rang, no sings of her, where is she ? is she ill ? want happened to her ? so many questions and no one to answer those. Fortunately she came just after the assembly, most of us greeted her. Throughout the day she was epicentre of everyones attention, one of the most intelligent and talkative of us all. Moreover we both loved mathematics(the common platform where we used to discuss for hours everyday). We even shared our lunch. I was highly impressed with her and considered as the best match for me.

On thursday, when I was on top of world after again topping in class, and recieving compliments from evryone around , even her.so in lunch,I took the moment to express my feelings.
I : are u happy with me
She : yes very much, but u should be better
I : Can I tell u something which i was about to say for many days?
She : Yes. Why u have any doubt ?
I : Yes, and my life depends on it.
She : So tell me fast.
I : hmmmmmm.......Do u ....do u.....
She : What ???
I : Do u love me....
She : ohh dear, yes i do....
I : Will u marry me ???
She : [:O] Sudeep... you are only 5 years old...you are in KG-II....and I am your maths teacher, u should find someone of ur age....not someone who is 25 way old than u.
I : So, is that a NO ??
She : Hmmm....well u know I am nun.... I am not allowed to marry....or else I would have.
I : Ok sister Gracie.....ur daddy is not allowing u.....hmmmm....
She : hahaha, yes my daddy is not allowing me.....so shall we finish the lunch...
I : Hmmm...yes sister...I liked the cake u brought today....

(After leaving that school I havent met sister Gracie in 15 years...but remeber the event as many other teachers from same school used to come to my home and talk abt it...even my parents did.....)

Transformation :

2006-11-14T08:35:00.000-08:00

After reading so many of the transformations in mathematics , fourier , laplace etc, I just reflected how many transformations have been applied to to my life.For the sake of comparison I need to give you the flashback picture,Sudeep arives in class of XII with a JEE book in his hands,bathed like everyday well combed hair and a clean dress, arrives at his patented last bench and sits with ankesh chating for some time and solving questions from the book, teacher arrives , everyone listens to her lecture and how 45 min. went passed, no one realised that.In the break a friend shoots a slang; reaction:neglect it never heard.Talk with or about a girl ; reaction : shy and melts down like a ice piece on hot plate.The new picture:7:55 Bhos*** ke ,BKL,MC, class nahi jaana kya ,utt bahut so liya. after washing the face run to mess catch the odd samosa in hand and fly off to the class that way.In the class, ask the neighbour time by indicating on the hand, he says 20 mins, my reply is that amount left, he nods other way.now turn for transformation on third front : view about girls.error :: no beatiful girls at a IIT , such combination is unavailable even on google, if you find anyone , plz tell it to me .atleast it would be nice to see an exception piece.