Yesterday I thought about things for a while, in trying to retrospect…I think I have understood quite a few things happening around me…
To get it straight…
This technological jungle which we have so religiously built with painstaking care and dedication amounts to glitz, glamour and glory no doubt, but it has also led the demise of morals and touches of humaneness.
When people try to become the best in what they do, they do sometimes forget what life offers which makes it a really fascinating thing …for
Its not a ball to be played with,
Its not a pebble to be thrown,
Its not gold to be bought,
Its not a war to be won,
But it is
That touch of humaneness,
That joy of victory,
That feeling you have when you sit and look at things around you and say theres a beautiful world out there
Unfortunately the world as we know it, is a dog eat dog place.
This mechanized cycle which we have named life has made men slaves of luxury, in their quest to become the best; they have made a perfect funeral for a very ragged, bleeding and distraught moral system
Land of the mahatma, due to a pitiable plight which we face has simply become a land of corruption and what not…
The country needs not only a political makeover but also a moral makeover…
From whom do we get inspired…?
Not those power hungry, self proclaimed gods whom we call politicians...
Not the police, they seem to get into the wrong side of the law themselves...
Certainly not those highly paid, well qualified, software professionals overseas in multinational companies who are so fascinated by the luxurious lifestyle offered, while forgetting that an overwhelming part of India’s population needs for them to care, to understand and to help back at home.
Am I searching for snow in the desert…
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Sunday, September 16, 2007
I look back….
An essay as a 95 year old man looking back at life....
When I wake up in the morning and slowly make my way to the window and I see those innocent, cheerful minds at work in the playground, I feel that life has passed me by. Every step I take, every movement I make, every thought I think requires a great deal of effort nowadays. When I look at the sun form the window sill, bright and afresh everyday, I can’t but think that the sun in my life is slowly setting. I see these children play and I am reminded of my childhood...those cricket matches, mom’s dosas, the Goan beaches…
My childhood wasn’t full of roses but still it was a lot of fun. I was born to a
wonderful couple who, unfortunately, had been disowned by their parents. I spent my childhood in the hip-hop cosmopolitan city of Panaji, Goa. Both my mom and dad had to work just to keep food on the table. In spite of the financial constraint I was sent to the best of schools for my education because my mom felt that education is the key to success in life. So when we finally managed to buy a second-hand moped, there was unbelievable joy in our faces, it wasn’t so much the vehicle which brought us joy, it was the thought of coming up in life. Fortunately our financial constraint was soon to be over in my adolescent age, for my grandparents it seemed, had forgiven their son and had decided to take us in. So we became one big, happy family…
My grand dad owned a well established business and my dad took over from where my grand dad left. With money at my disposal, I must (shamefully) admit I became a spoilt rich brat. I could be seen at fashionable parties and hot-shot beaches wearing designer suits; my life was of rum, rumba and roulette. I developed a lager than life, racy, wild outlook towards life; you could say that I took life with a pinch of salt, a slice of lemon and a glass of tequila. Those days were real fun and soon, after scrapping through college, I landed a job as a disc-jockey in Bangalore and partied every night, that was until…
I received a call from my uncle from Goa, it was quite some time since I had spoken to him, it fact I had not spoken to my family for quite some time, nearly a year to be frank. Even though my mom sent letter after letter (e-mails were non-existent then) every week I seldom replied to them, I was “too busy”… but in reality cobwebs had set around me. My uncle called me to tell me that my mom had passed away ,she apparently had a heart attack…I was speechless, my world came crashing down…I was reminded of all those wonderful days I spent together with my mom, yet I wanted to say so much to her…
During the flight to Goa I was reminded of my mother’s unconditional love, her complete faith and trust in me…when I landed in Goa, there was no sign of my dad, only my uncle was there to receive me, his eyes bloodshot, his hair ruffled, his face wrinkled, his beard unshaven…this was not the uncle I knew…I burst of crying…my uncle didn’t say a word he took me home…and more horror awaited me..
The unthinkable had happened, my dad, it seemed was so distraught and depressed at seeing my mother’s lifeless body, couldn’t bear the pain and also passed away overnight in his sleep. There lay a man who was too determined to be defeated, too optimistic to be doubtful, too busy to be sad yet too much in love to see his love dead. My dad was my guiding light, my true source of inspiration a person who had weathered the storms with conviction but finally life it seemed had caught him unawares. My mom was kind, gentle, caring, loving, tender and all those lovely adjectives which can only befit a mom…my mom and dad were the best couple in the world, my dad a man of action and my mom a woman of conscience…their death left a hollow space in my heart which is still left hollow even after 90 years of my existence…
I looked back at my life and became depressed and miserable I din't speak for days..i was simply at loss for words. Seeing me in despair my uncle talked to me or rather enlightened me…he told me that this entire episode was part of life, he told me that I must get on with life. He quoted Lincoln’s famous words, “its not the years in your life that counts, it’s the life in your years!!” .So he asked me to pull up the anchor, set sail, catch the trade winds and soar high and above living free. He told me not to be bogged down by this series of unfortunate events…he told me “you have a life in front of you, go out there and enjoy it”. His words of wisdom compelled me to introspect…there I was, a changed man out to conquer life!!
Determined to succeed and with the fire of desire burning in me I quit my job and after three years, I finished my post graduation and became an qualified business analyst for a reputed company. With my job safe and secure, I set my eyes on my lady love Clara, who also worked in the same office. There are two kinds of people in this world, the ones who say “hi, here I am” and the others who say “ah, there you are”. and Clara was of the latter.
we got married and became well settled in life. I slowly climbed the social ladder and by the time Jim and Ross, my sons were born, I became a board member in the company. Everything seemed to be going great…years passed and my sons soon graduated from Harvard and settled in the US. Soon I became a grand dad and things were moving on nicely, until my wife after a prolonged illness passed away. So there I was all alone and my sons miles away, I understood how my dad would have felt when mom died. Life had taken a full circle. But then, I had burnt the bridges I crossed, I had no choice but to move forward.
I have been through everything life has thrown at me. I have done many things that I hope the Gods don’t see but I strive for success in every thing I do even if the Gods only see. But still I am learning life…
Life, as I know, is like playing a piano solo in public and learning the instrument as one goes on…and even after all these years, I am still learning…
When I wake up in the morning and slowly make my way to the window and I see those innocent, cheerful minds at work in the playground, I feel that life has passed me by. Every step I take, every movement I make, every thought I think requires a great deal of effort nowadays. When I look at the sun form the window sill, bright and afresh everyday, I can’t but think that the sun in my life is slowly setting. I see these children play and I am reminded of my childhood...those cricket matches, mom’s dosas, the Goan beaches…
My childhood wasn’t full of roses but still it was a lot of fun. I was born to a
wonderful couple who, unfortunately, had been disowned by their parents. I spent my childhood in the hip-hop cosmopolitan city of Panaji, Goa. Both my mom and dad had to work just to keep food on the table. In spite of the financial constraint I was sent to the best of schools for my education because my mom felt that education is the key to success in life. So when we finally managed to buy a second-hand moped, there was unbelievable joy in our faces, it wasn’t so much the vehicle which brought us joy, it was the thought of coming up in life. Fortunately our financial constraint was soon to be over in my adolescent age, for my grandparents it seemed, had forgiven their son and had decided to take us in. So we became one big, happy family…
My grand dad owned a well established business and my dad took over from where my grand dad left. With money at my disposal, I must (shamefully) admit I became a spoilt rich brat. I could be seen at fashionable parties and hot-shot beaches wearing designer suits; my life was of rum, rumba and roulette. I developed a lager than life, racy, wild outlook towards life; you could say that I took life with a pinch of salt, a slice of lemon and a glass of tequila. Those days were real fun and soon, after scrapping through college, I landed a job as a disc-jockey in Bangalore and partied every night, that was until…
I received a call from my uncle from Goa, it was quite some time since I had spoken to him, it fact I had not spoken to my family for quite some time, nearly a year to be frank. Even though my mom sent letter after letter (e-mails were non-existent then) every week I seldom replied to them, I was “too busy”… but in reality cobwebs had set around me. My uncle called me to tell me that my mom had passed away ,she apparently had a heart attack…I was speechless, my world came crashing down…I was reminded of all those wonderful days I spent together with my mom, yet I wanted to say so much to her…
During the flight to Goa I was reminded of my mother’s unconditional love, her complete faith and trust in me…when I landed in Goa, there was no sign of my dad, only my uncle was there to receive me, his eyes bloodshot, his hair ruffled, his face wrinkled, his beard unshaven…this was not the uncle I knew…I burst of crying…my uncle didn’t say a word he took me home…and more horror awaited me..
The unthinkable had happened, my dad, it seemed was so distraught and depressed at seeing my mother’s lifeless body, couldn’t bear the pain and also passed away overnight in his sleep. There lay a man who was too determined to be defeated, too optimistic to be doubtful, too busy to be sad yet too much in love to see his love dead. My dad was my guiding light, my true source of inspiration a person who had weathered the storms with conviction but finally life it seemed had caught him unawares. My mom was kind, gentle, caring, loving, tender and all those lovely adjectives which can only befit a mom…my mom and dad were the best couple in the world, my dad a man of action and my mom a woman of conscience…their death left a hollow space in my heart which is still left hollow even after 90 years of my existence…
I looked back at my life and became depressed and miserable I din't speak for days..i was simply at loss for words. Seeing me in despair my uncle talked to me or rather enlightened me…he told me that this entire episode was part of life, he told me that I must get on with life. He quoted Lincoln’s famous words, “its not the years in your life that counts, it’s the life in your years!!” .So he asked me to pull up the anchor, set sail, catch the trade winds and soar high and above living free. He told me not to be bogged down by this series of unfortunate events…he told me “you have a life in front of you, go out there and enjoy it”. His words of wisdom compelled me to introspect…there I was, a changed man out to conquer life!!
Determined to succeed and with the fire of desire burning in me I quit my job and after three years, I finished my post graduation and became an qualified business analyst for a reputed company. With my job safe and secure, I set my eyes on my lady love Clara, who also worked in the same office. There are two kinds of people in this world, the ones who say “hi, here I am” and the others who say “ah, there you are”. and Clara was of the latter.
we got married and became well settled in life. I slowly climbed the social ladder and by the time Jim and Ross, my sons were born, I became a board member in the company. Everything seemed to be going great…years passed and my sons soon graduated from Harvard and settled in the US. Soon I became a grand dad and things were moving on nicely, until my wife after a prolonged illness passed away. So there I was all alone and my sons miles away, I understood how my dad would have felt when mom died. Life had taken a full circle. But then, I had burnt the bridges I crossed, I had no choice but to move forward.
I have been through everything life has thrown at me. I have done many things that I hope the Gods don’t see but I strive for success in every thing I do even if the Gods only see. But still I am learning life…
Life, as I know, is like playing a piano solo in public and learning the instrument as one goes on…and even after all these years, I am still learning…
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Remembering grandpa!!
Grand pa or ‘mama’ as we fondly called him was not your average granddad who lays in bed all the time and listens to carnatic music in the comfort of a sofa…no mama played cricket w, invested in the stock market, played cards w(and convincingly beat me) all at the ripe old age of 85, he even read Sidney Sheldon ,Agatha Cristie ,Perry Mason ,James Hardly Chase books at the age of 90!! my mama was my guiding light ,my source of inspiration and my mentor…there wouldn’t pass a morning without the customary tussle for the newspaper. And ofcourse he would never go to sleep without coming to me and saying the three magic words “gud nite ashwin”!! mama was caring , loving , gentle , kind and all those lovely adjective and for that I will be forever grateful to him. His life will forever be etched in my mind..
Friday, April 20, 2007
The sun is shining, but are the stars shining as well????
The sun is shining, what do you do??
Answer … make hay ofcourse!!
I’ll reframe the question…
What do you do when the sun is shining as a result of which polar caps melt?
Answer…er…
The world has developed at a rapid rate over the past century from post mail to e-mail, from books to e-books, from bicycles to motorbikes, from bullock carts to automobiles (which means that a hella lot of pollution is produced by us)…all these developments have really made our life easier (but has it possibly made our life shorter??)… but these developments come at a price… the price of the priceless, the price of Mother Earth…
Ah!! we will never get back what we have lost, but we can preserve what we have…
The icebergs down under in the Antarctic are melting and if we don’t do anything about it our successors would really have a tough time coping up with changes in weather patterns, flooding of land, loss of land for habitant, extinction of animals and maybe even the extinction of man-kind (now…we don’t want that to happen!!). So its upto us to prevent this from happening.
Though no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending.
So let’s resolve to save the Earth from global warming!!
( For all the science freaks out there…yeah I know that the sun is also a star…)
Answer … make hay ofcourse!!
I’ll reframe the question…
What do you do when the sun is shining as a result of which polar caps melt?
Answer…er…
The world has developed at a rapid rate over the past century from post mail to e-mail, from books to e-books, from bicycles to motorbikes, from bullock carts to automobiles (which means that a hella lot of pollution is produced by us)…all these developments have really made our life easier (but has it possibly made our life shorter??)… but these developments come at a price… the price of the priceless, the price of Mother Earth…
Ah!! we will never get back what we have lost, but we can preserve what we have…
The icebergs down under in the Antarctic are melting and if we don’t do anything about it our successors would really have a tough time coping up with changes in weather patterns, flooding of land, loss of land for habitant, extinction of animals and maybe even the extinction of man-kind (now…we don’t want that to happen!!). So its upto us to prevent this from happening.
Though no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending.
So let’s resolve to save the Earth from global warming!!
( For all the science freaks out there…yeah I know that the sun is also a star…)
Saturday, March 31, 2007
the shock of the year!!
No I an not talking about India’s dismal performance at the world cup…er…it isn’t much of a shock really…
Finally its proven he’s a mere mortal!!
The past few years have made be wonder if he is really that damn good or the others are that damn bad…well I am talking about Roger Federer the tennis wonder boy .Having lost just a handful of matches the past year, having threatened to break Vilas’s record more than once, having embarrassed nearly every player to play against him, having single-handedly made me lose interest in watching tennis and having made Andy Roddick look like an average school boy at the Australian open, its natural to wonder if he is mortal…
Reality check!!
He’s human after all. It’s perhaps the first time in the past few years that Federer has lost back-to-back tennis tournaments. Salute Canas and Rafa for making tennis interesting to watch!!
Finally its proven he’s a mere mortal!!
The past few years have made be wonder if he is really that damn good or the others are that damn bad…well I am talking about Roger Federer the tennis wonder boy .Having lost just a handful of matches the past year, having threatened to break Vilas’s record more than once, having embarrassed nearly every player to play against him, having single-handedly made me lose interest in watching tennis and having made Andy Roddick look like an average school boy at the Australian open, its natural to wonder if he is mortal…
Reality check!!
He’s human after all. It’s perhaps the first time in the past few years that Federer has lost back-to-back tennis tournaments. Salute Canas and Rafa for making tennis interesting to watch!!
Thursday, March 29, 2007
the great indian media debacle
You wake up late on Sunday morning after a hard night of partying…then u make yourself coffee get seated in a nice cozy chair with one hand holding the coffee mug and another on the newspaper, but then the jaws of laziness creep in and you settle in watching the news on television. Bless JM Br…er...Bless the man who invented the television! You switch on the television...change to the news channel and ---ah!!!!! They tell you how exquisitely Shakira shook her hips in Mumbai (not that i mind lol! but still...)and how Shah Rukh Kahn presented each of the contestants of KBC with cars…and then to your horror a small line measuring the size of a centipede “an earthquake measuring 7.1 Richter scale rocks Japan!!”…has the media lost its mind? Earlier a news channel conducted a “nation-wide” poll of a few thousand people to come to a conclusion that Big B is the Indian of the year…really!!??!!
Ofcourse it doesn’t hide the fact that the media has been instrumental in various issues of public interest. But where the gud old news gone is what I wanna know!!!
Ofcourse it doesn’t hide the fact that the media has been instrumental in various issues of public interest. But where the gud old news gone is what I wanna know!!!
Monday, March 19, 2007
Hi there people!!
Sorry for the delay… you know with such mundane things like exams there is hardly time to type anything and two-finger typing doesn’t help either. Well now that the exams are done and dusted I hope to clean the cobwebs around me and start blogging again…
Friday, February 2, 2007
An eye opener
This is a true incident which my friend from hyderbad told me a few years ago.It was really thought provoking.I'll narrate the incident as the first person..
I had great expectations about the sea-side for it was the first time i was going there.I had heard a lot about it from my boastful friends who took pains to explain every single inctance which took place in the beach in great detail.They told me about surfers who literally slid over the waves,children making sand castles just like in the moviesand they even went to an extent of saying that they saw a great white shark !!which i unassumingly believed.They even told me about a few people sunbathing.as i had been in hyderbad all my years,seldom did i have the chance to visit beaches,
When i finally did reach the beach,after hours of painful travelling,i saw heaven.The seas were clear blue in colour and the sand was as soft as snow.Many men and children engaged themselves by playing volleyball or just lazing around under the sun.After nearly drowning myself in water,I returned to the beach to build my very own sand castle.even with an hour gone by,all my efforts amounted to nothing but a big mould of mud, dirty hands and scoldings from my mother.As darkness spread ,I retourned to the hotel,eagerly awaiting the events which were to unfold tomorrow.prepared I maybe with sun-screen,bathing trunks,shovels,buckets even a life jacket,nothing could prepare me for what happened the next day
After a fairly uneventful morning,I left my parents to buy corn cobs which are a delicacy in sea-shore cities.Remembering that I had not taken money to buy the corn i returned to the pace where my father was seated soaking in the sun.It wa only then that my father realised that he had lost his wallet.Though the money didnot matter the thought of being smuggled hurt me.suddenly everyone's face looked suspicious
to my eyes.Things went from bad to worse.I found that people littered too much,robbing the sand off it's beauty.I began to notice that the entire beach was full of the homeless,the destitute,the orphans and the beggars.I began to realise that I had seen only one side of the thing present infront of me.It was a great eye-opener or me.infact I felt quite happy with the money lost,as I thought that the money went to the deprived if not the deserving..
i no longer enjoyed the days at the beach as my holidays came to a crawling end.eventhough i had lot the money ,i left with the thought of having given hope to the deprived,even if only accindentally.this holiday was more than fun,it was enriching.
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I had great expectations about the sea-side for it was the first time i was going there.I had heard a lot about it from my boastful friends who took pains to explain every single inctance which took place in the beach in great detail.They told me about surfers who literally slid over the waves,children making sand castles just like in the moviesand they even went to an extent of saying that they saw a great white shark !!which i unassumingly believed.They even told me about a few people sunbathing.as i had been in hyderbad all my years,seldom did i have the chance to visit beaches,
When i finally did reach the beach,after hours of painful travelling,i saw heaven.The seas were clear blue in colour and the sand was as soft as snow.Many men and children engaged themselves by playing volleyball or just lazing around under the sun.After nearly drowning myself in water,I returned to the beach to build my very own sand castle.even with an hour gone by,all my efforts amounted to nothing but a big mould of mud, dirty hands and scoldings from my mother.As darkness spread ,I retourned to the hotel,eagerly awaiting the events which were to unfold tomorrow.prepared I maybe with sun-screen,bathing trunks,shovels,buckets even a life jacket,nothing could prepare me for what happened the next day
After a fairly uneventful morning,I left my parents to buy corn cobs which are a delicacy in sea-shore cities.Remembering that I had not taken money to buy the corn i returned to the pace where my father was seated soaking in the sun.It wa only then that my father realised that he had lost his wallet.Though the money didnot matter the thought of being smuggled hurt me.suddenly everyone's face looked suspicious
to my eyes.Things went from bad to worse.I found that people littered too much,robbing the sand off it's beauty.I began to notice that the entire beach was full of the homeless,the destitute,the orphans and the beggars.I began to realise that I had seen only one side of the thing present infront of me.It was a great eye-opener or me.infact I felt quite happy with the money lost,as I thought that the money went to the deprived if not the deserving..
i no longer enjoyed the days at the beach as my holidays came to a crawling end.eventhough i had lot the money ,i left with the thought of having given hope to the deprived,even if only accindentally.this holiday was more than fun,it was enriching.
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Saturday, January 27, 2007
what does India lack?
India for long has been known as a very traditional and conservative nation where cultures and traditions influence people in many ways. Whenever foreigners think of India they see her as a land of elephants or a land of snake charmers (as depicted in so many of the international channel),so I am still unable to fathom as to why these channels rarely focus on Bangalore or Mumbai which is one of the most happening places in India.
Slowly but surely, thanks to a resurgent Indian youth, who are venturing into unchartered territories and are ruling the roost in all fields, the glass ceiling has broken .Indians have emerged market leaders and are now raking in the moolah .The IT revolution too has played a very important role in cementing India’s place as one of the fastest growing nations in the world.So “what does India lack in ?” we have a great youth,an outstanding president, natural resourses…so what more does a country want.
This is one side of the story, the bright side; but there is more to it than meets the eye.
These successful people hardly represent 1% of our population.There are people in India who are unable to eat a square meal a day, unable to sleep on a proper bed, unable to sleep in fear of waking up dead, unable to reach for the stars while standing on a mountain of garbage, unable to stare straight at another man’s eyes without flinching….
People still have access to only dry toilets (which our country claims to have abolished),people still believe in various superstitions which are against the law of science, they have limited access to science and technology, most of all they don’t choose their destiny but let destiny unwind itself....
India earlier could boast of an excellent value system but now it has become pathetic to say the least....the nithari incident,the gujarat riots....people say its just a stray case but it just the tip of an iceberg...
So while the super rich partyed at Goa on newyear's eve,the majority searced for pavements to sleep on.While they are paid in the millions, the majority are paid in insults. While they wear fancy jewllery and trendy Armani suits the majority make do with jimikis and worn-out torn dothis,while they sent their childen to reputed universities the majority havnt even seen one,while they go to switzerland and hawaii for vacation the majority can but dream of a vacation,while they spend money throwing lavish dinner parties the majority cant have a decent meal...
So is India really shining??
Give me your take on it..
Slowly but surely, thanks to a resurgent Indian youth, who are venturing into unchartered territories and are ruling the roost in all fields, the glass ceiling has broken .Indians have emerged market leaders and are now raking in the moolah .The IT revolution too has played a very important role in cementing India’s place as one of the fastest growing nations in the world.So “what does India lack in ?” we have a great youth,an outstanding president, natural resourses…so what more does a country want.
This is one side of the story, the bright side; but there is more to it than meets the eye.
These successful people hardly represent 1% of our population.There are people in India who are unable to eat a square meal a day, unable to sleep on a proper bed, unable to sleep in fear of waking up dead, unable to reach for the stars while standing on a mountain of garbage, unable to stare straight at another man’s eyes without flinching….
People still have access to only dry toilets (which our country claims to have abolished),people still believe in various superstitions which are against the law of science, they have limited access to science and technology, most of all they don’t choose their destiny but let destiny unwind itself....
India earlier could boast of an excellent value system but now it has become pathetic to say the least....the nithari incident,the gujarat riots....people say its just a stray case but it just the tip of an iceberg...
So while the super rich partyed at Goa on newyear's eve,the majority searced for pavements to sleep on.While they are paid in the millions, the majority are paid in insults. While they wear fancy jewllery and trendy Armani suits the majority make do with jimikis and worn-out torn dothis,while they sent their childen to reputed universities the majority havnt even seen one,while they go to switzerland and hawaii for vacation the majority can but dream of a vacation,while they spend money throwing lavish dinner parties the majority cant have a decent meal...
So is India really shining??
Give me your take on it..
Sunday, January 21, 2007
international person of the year
so who do u think is the person of the year..... not big b i am thinking beyond him!!
come on there are scores of people making a difference in our daily life ....
so i was left pondering over this n finally had to use someting which had been locked safely between my ears...so heres my take
person of the year-the common middle class man
with inflation up and beyond all stretches of our boundaryless imagination, with mentally retarded politicians who believe that building a temple in aydhoya will solve the problem of poverty not to mention KING george who thinks that the world is his playground,the ups and downs of our unfathomable stock market,racism showing its ugly head once again,
and ofcourse (with all due respect)ramjethmalani who has entertained us all with his ideas, thoughts and actions
for the middle class, just to outlast this onslaught of ridiculousness is a ,shall we say,commendable achievement
and hence the INTERNATIONAL PERSON OF THE YEAR IS THE COMMON MIDDLE CLASS MAN
come on there are scores of people making a difference in our daily life ....
so i was left pondering over this n finally had to use someting which had been locked safely between my ears...so heres my take
person of the year-the common middle class man
with inflation up and beyond all stretches of our boundaryless imagination, with mentally retarded politicians who believe that building a temple in aydhoya will solve the problem of poverty not to mention KING george who thinks that the world is his playground,the ups and downs of our unfathomable stock market,racism showing its ugly head once again,
and ofcourse (with all due respect)ramjethmalani who has entertained us all with his ideas, thoughts and actions
for the middle class, just to outlast this onslaught of ridiculousness is a ,shall we say,commendable achievement
and hence the INTERNATIONAL PERSON OF THE YEAR IS THE COMMON MIDDLE CLASS MAN
wow what a long year!!
am a little late for the newyear special blog ...but all the same!!
last year kicked off with me trying to cram in volumes of useless ,may i add ridiculous, facts and figures for my boards...
n i still cant get over the fact that i was pulled down by social and english which was supposedly my cup of tea...
anyway i then reluctantly packed my bags headed for madurai...man chennai to madurai what a transformation!!
but the school is great though....
i was actually made to dance!!can u believe it...me??dance??same as asking a pessimist to be optimistic!!finally got over that....with ofcourse a little help from the smoke screen...
was then forced to see fanaa because of my sis...n what a waste of 3 precious hours of sleep partly because i felt that the storyline was not good and partly because i couldnt understand much....all the same had fun at the canteen !!
but then the year moved on so fast and the new year beackons ....as for newyear resolutions...having hardly followed it till the next day the past two years adios!!
last year kicked off with me trying to cram in volumes of useless ,may i add ridiculous, facts and figures for my boards...
n i still cant get over the fact that i was pulled down by social and english which was supposedly my cup of tea...
anyway i then reluctantly packed my bags headed for madurai...man chennai to madurai what a transformation!!
but the school is great though....
i was actually made to dance!!can u believe it...me??dance??same as asking a pessimist to be optimistic!!finally got over that....with ofcourse a little help from the smoke screen...
was then forced to see fanaa because of my sis...n what a waste of 3 precious hours of sleep partly because i felt that the storyline was not good and partly because i couldnt understand much....all the same had fun at the canteen !!
but then the year moved on so fast and the new year beackons ....as for newyear resolutions...having hardly followed it till the next day the past two years adios!!
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