It was around 9.45 pm and my friend called up. He felt it would be a good idea that we could meet over dinner. Now I already was full with a pretty decent dinner so I declined. But he was adamant that we should meet. So I said okay Ill join you.
I was online surfing some crap and all. Did not bother to check the time and it was like 10 pm suddenly.
I quickly locked my computer screen and looked around in my bedroom for a pair of socks.
Quickly put on my Nikes and started to walk down from the flat.
Just then my friend called me. I opened the flap, this mobile phone is like a black coloured nice looking Nokia phone. My friend was speaking calmly as always and asked where I was. Told him the truth that I was walking down the stairs from my apartments at this moment.
He let a few of those friendly banter like abuses at me for not starting earlier but then composed himself like always and asked how much time it would take me to come to the chowk?
Told him 10 minutes and to start already as you see I had already had my dinner. He was anyways going to have some Chinese food and a really bad Chinese outlet.
So I start to walk quickly down the road. I had my ear phones and it played this album called I Robot by Alan Parsons Project or something like that.
Walked along the road and noticed that all the gates except two or three of them had board which signaled people to not park their cars on the road. I walked past a red car lost in the music blaring into my ears. The car looked cute. At the end of the road which was the neighborhood I stayed in I turned left and walked along quickly to meet my friend at the chowk.
I walked past a van selling burgers and then a kulfi shop. I had stayed here for three years but had never seen the kulfiwala. Strange.
So now I am at this chowk and looking around to see where this Chinese stall is. I didnt see any chinese by I see my friend.
He walked upto me very animatedly and then again let loose a few friendly abuses. I ignored them once or twice but then I joined in the fun and let a few abuses at him too.
I wonder whats the deal with me and my friends. We are always swearing at each other. Othewise we are quite a decent bunch and all but always swearing at each other.
So my friend decides he wants to eat Indian and we walk into this sorry excuse for a restaurant. He orders and plate and it arrive pretty fast. I don’t order anything. My friend is a Sikh and speaks really ghatti Marathi. Well that’s cause he is from Nagpur. Now, I don’t find it funny, but most people smile or find it funny to see a Sardarji speaking flawlessly ghatti Marathi.
Then I realised my friend is staring at this girl. I said not stare dude, its bad manners to stare more than like a few seconds anyways. He nods but says she’s really cute. I turn around to see that she indeed is cute.
My friend is digging into his plate and now and I realised suddenly that I was staring at the girl too. Could that be regarded as staring ??
I agree I was staring. She was cute what do I say. He declares that dinner is over and we walk out of the restaurant.
We shake hands and decide to watch a movie or something on the weekend. My friend tells me he is going to write a blog. I say cool and I want to read it. He promises to mail the link to me. Asks me when I am writing my next blog. I say I don’t know. Haven’t found anything interesting. And then I joked that Ill write about this meeting for dinner in my blog.
As I walked past the kulfi shop and the burger van I realised it was quite late. Must be like 11.15 pm. Then I crossed the road and walked into this lane where my apartment was. I looked at that cute gorgeous red sedan parked neatly. Nice car must say. Then I thought about the blog and I said a blog about this meaningless walk. And felt why the heck not…..
The first memory I have of astronauts as a kid was that of i was less than five years old, maybe even younger than five when Rakesh Sharma was in the Russian space module. Space had started to occupy something that was fascinating. Something that was mysterious.
The next memory of space being facinating was talking nad disucussing planets with my dad. It was quite interesting or rather it was quite a weird thing to imagine that the world we live in was a planet andthere are bigger, more massive planets that are around.The one day in the late 80s mom and dad were watching a movie and i caught quite a bit of it. It featured Ed Harris and the movie was called The Right Stuff.
It was about the Mercury Seven project of Nasa which was Americas first manned space flight.I am sure most of you have looked up at the sky and wondered what it would be to burst out of the gravitational pull of the earth and reach the skies.In an few days, 22nd of Oct 2008 some scientists will send a small Lunar Module called Chandrayaan 1.The no 1 indicates its first of the series for many to come.
Well they work in the Indian Space Research Organisation (ISRO)Now I know an Indian astronaut being sent to space is still a long way away. But this mission means we are on our way.Its time we sit up and take notice of our acheivements in space technology. Wait, no.. no sitting up. We need shut up about everything, stand up and appluad these geniuses who on shoe string budgets have acheived so much. I remember a small black and white photograph of a rocket nose cone was being transported by bullock cart in Sriharikota. It was a sight you can only see in India in the history of mankind. I am sure they dont use bullock carts anymore to transport parts to the launch pads but it bring a smile on your face when you come to think of it that the rocket nose cone did make it out of earth and launched a satellite for us.Once our moon mission is done, I am sure political parties will take credit directly and indirectly. OH how I wish we could send them on a one way trip to the moon…..
Anyways Cheers to the men and women who work tireless, sometimes risking their lives, livihood to live a dream. Dream to explore space. CHeers to Neil Armstrong whose name everytime a adult hears makes him remember his own childhood when he wanted to be a astronaut. Cheers to the rocket scientists who dream up of making something as big a s tall skyscraper blast off literally out of this world.
I love cricket more than any other sport. Football comes a close second but Cricket is well boss, THE GAME. Today Saurav Ganguly decided that this would be his last test series. The last time he will play for India. And he bows out of the game against possible his arch-rivals Australia.
I have never been a big fan of Ganguly, but mainly for non-cricketing reasons. I thought his taking off his shirt and waving it around at Lords was irresponsible for a captain. We still see the then youngsters Harbhajan Singh and Yuvraj Singh still showing more passion for effect rather than in their game. But inspite of what I think, I admit, it felt so good to see Ganguly waving his shirt around like that on the famous Lords balcony. But it must be said his passion was not only for effect. Making one of the most prolific comebacks in recent times shows he had and always will have a few roars left in him.
His 144 against Australia at Brisbane was something that probably made the world respect him. Battered in the ODI triangular series against the Aussies, with hardly any good form India travelled to Australia. Their coach Buchanan had predicted a 4-0 victory for Australia. Ganguly was attacked by the Australian verbally provoked as a batsman who was weak against fast bowling. His record in a previous Australian tour had been pointed out for that effect. Australia had piled up close to 400 runs in the first innigns and then India lost 4 quick wickets and then a master class by Ganguly, ducking and weaving bouncers, looking ugly yet surviving and then suddenly attacking the Australians. A mind numbing 144 runs and India took the lead. THe first test in Brisbane was a draw, but India went on to win the next one in Adelaide. A strange twist of irony is that now Buchanan is the Coach of Kolkata KnightRiders and subsequently is working with Ganguly to build the IPL team.
Many think he was India’s best captain, best left hander, best or most agressive player. I don’t know about that. Watching him bat in full flow you had to say he was the God of the Off Side as his old colleague Rahul Dravid has said of Ganguly. The last series for Ganguly, the last 4 tests he will feature in Indian test cap. I think its time to savour it. Its time for his critics and fans to come together and savour the last of the God of the off side. Its time for us to realize that there are other greats who will also bid farewell to cricket in the next year or two and history will be much kinder to them than our pessimistic and controversy loving public and its news media.
A girl is murdered by someone, news channels, society, the intelligentsia, the youth all are shocked and follow the drama. Why they screamed? The police bungled on the case, questioned the girl’s character with no proof and then arrested some one. News channels, society, the intelligentsia, the youth all were horrified to see someone
Murdered twice over. And then the CBI stepped in and everyone was please. A chief minister blamed the centre, the centre brushed it away. The fact remains the news channels, society, the intelligentsia and the youth then moved on to Abhinav Bindra and the 123 Agreement but a murdered 14 year old girl awaits justice.
A military being paid less than others in the government. They can’t quit their service whenever they please unlike other government servants. They can’t protest. They cannot go on strike. They are mad, angry on the verge of things spilling over and all we can do is say the Indian Army is a great institution. Of course the news channels, society, the intelligentsia and the youth of the nation are busy with the financial crisis in the US and flipping through for news on if Australia will tour India or not and if Ganguly will play or not now that Australia is in India.
As we see churches set on fire in the name of Hinduism, Muslims being not allowed to buy houses in building societies even in metros and a state banning a Hindu from owning property in Kashmir. As we see bombs explode and streets paved with blood. As we see intolerance to moderates, intolerance for capitalists, intolerance to each other. As we note that a country takes up the issue of Sikhs in France not being allowed to wear turbans in France, we forget we don’t allow so many rights to so many in our country.
As we laugh at Bush and feel outraged at his concept of security we shrug our shoulders and talk of resilience when bomb blasts are taking place literally every weekend. As we laugh at Chinese for their small eyes strange features, we forget that we call many Indians from the north east as Chinese and not Indians. We look at them as foreigners in their own country.
As we laugh at the stupid American and call the Indian brain superior we forget almost half of our children don’t go to school. As we laugh at Americans credit crises and pat ourselves on the back for our well regulated markets and economy we forget that we don’t have any thing called social security.
As we laugh at our neighbors and their so called democracies we forget the ruling party has anointed head of government and its power to be centered on a family, back to monarchy shall I say? And to not leave the ruling party behind, the opposition party wants the constitution to be centered on a religion.
But then relax. Some dumbass astrologer has predicted that 21st Century will be India’s century. So India will be a great power!!! Why so Serious? Why so Serious yaar!! Its inevitable.
But I am left wondering. If we as a nation are supposed to lead the world in the 21st Century, then what sort of a leader will India be? Shh Relax, Why so Serious?
Cant help wondering, are we all Jokers ????
First of all, before anyone thinks of me as a heretic or cdontroversial, let me make it clear. I have great regard for people of faith. The strength they can get is something thats real. And inner strength is always respectable.
But this article is lets say my ramblings on Faith, God, Religion, Beliefs etc etc….
About two years ago when my grandfather passed away, my mother had a intersting question.
Obviously after a lot of prayers were said to come to terms with the pain of losing someone you loved.
So the question was “How do people who dont belive in God come to terms with such loss? How they get strength from?”
I felt it was a interesting question, a question that can be very thorny… or is it? Maybe just the answer is full of thorns and not the question itself.
Okay okay, me no Socrates so let me not get too philosophical….
Ah yes , cut two years down the line.
One of my best buddies today is a Muslim. Looking at religion, me being a Hindu we are pretty solidly looking in opposite directions when it comes to faith or culture. Yes being a Gujrati Muslim means the mother tongue is different too, but… hmm we are great friends.
Now now, I am not one of those dopes to write that no religion teaches you to murder, nor does any religion teach hate… Sure it doesnt.
Eureka! I got it.
Now I am thinking of a situation… the is man on kid on the road riding a bicycle. The kid falls off and hits the ground. About nine out of ten of us would go up to that kid and check if the kid’s fine.
So when you think about kid, are you doing so because religion teaches you so… I mean would a atheist be any less concerned? I doubt it.
So here is my two pence on concept of God.
You can not know if God exists or not. You can only believe. So whats the big fuss about? Isnt knowledge higher than belife? If I cant go to heaven, because I don’t believe in a certain religion then I tell God, yeah I tell God himself that you can keep your heaven. I don’t care about afterlife anyways. Id rather live life for today, and make it count right here, right now. No, I am not a atheist, I am not religious, I am not even someone who has a clear idea of God, frankly I am not even sure if I believe in God. Yeah, I do pray every night, not for God to hear me, but rather it makes me feel good. Its probably psychological hardwire… Frankly I think its best I do what I do, so I can live with my self. Other than that if God, if he does happen to exist wants me to do anything more, I wouldn’t care a damn.
the idiot box
The morning of 15th August
‘CLICK’Today the Prime Minister Manmohan in his Independence day adressed talked about the goverments achivements on 9% economic growth
‘CLICK’Abhinav Bindra is my son, and I have given my son to the nation, he is the nations son
‘CLICK’Why this economic blockade in Kashmir, the Hurriyat stands by
‘CLICK’The Formder President of USSR Mikhail Gorbachev defended the Russian Military action in Georgia.
‘CLICK’Tataglia is a pimp. What I didnt know was that it was Barzini all along
‘CLICK’Aaj hamare rashtra ko saath saal huve hai aur
‘CLICK’The baseball stiching has not yet been made automated, it has to still be hand stiched
‘CLICK’Niketa Mehta has suffered a miscarriage, the parents had approaced the High Court
‘CLICK’Phelps has won his sixth gold medal and
‘CLICK’Abhinav Bindra could rival Dhoni in brand endorsements
‘CLICK’The world is looking at Russia and its promise to stick to the ceasefire
‘CLICK’Can India me managed ? I put that question to your managersI think any managers value is taken in terms of efficiency. I dont think that politicians can be efficient.
‘CLICK’Where is the freedom? we only have had 60 years of corruption and politics and ‘CLICK’Mangal Mangal Mangal Mangal ho..
‘CLICK’and why will a Manager lead an India? People dont follow orders then why will any manager enter the fray ?
‘CLICK’Abhinav Bindra is often called the reluctant champion of sorts
‘CLICK’Federed was thrown out of the singles event by Blake
‘CLICK’The dimple on the golf ball makes it more aerodynamic and
‘CLICK’Musharaff has decired India’s human rights record in Kashmir
‘CLICK’Tendulkars absence will be felt says Dhoni, is this a way to
‘CLICK’Abhinav Bindra the goldfinger of India got a grand welcome
Damn the TVs gone and its raining …