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.
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 …
A few days ago I saw in the news that a young girl of 14 was killed in Noida. Didn’t pay attention to it much initially but the constant 24X7 news channels ensured that I did catch up the follow up stories.
It appeared that a house servant was involved. Then his body was found. Later on news about this girl having made a huge number of calls to her friend who was a boy. Her popularity in school. And then finally the nail in the coffin of the poor girl. She was found in compromising position with the male servant.
The girl is dead and hence she can’t speak out for herself. The police give us this version of what happened in the house. There were supposedly 4 people in the house, 2 who were in caught in a compromising position are dead. The other two alive have denied the sequence of events. Now if the police release such a sequence was it done on forensic basis? And if it does can it prove the sequence of events to the media. Especially when they announce such a sequence of events to the media. And the press is lapping it up. Ignoring that a girl has been murdered cold heartedly and beyond that her reputation has be murdered by the police aided by the press. So much for justice. I guess dead people don’t care is what the attitude of the Police and Press is.
Without getting emotional and wondering what would these policemen do if their daughter was found murdered? I would stick to facts. Not the facts of the case because I am no lawyer and don’t want to pretend to be a wise guy either. But why is it that over and over when we see a young girl being brutally murdered, her dignity is also murdered in the aftermath. Is it some sort of justification our society needs to come to terms with a murdered teenager? I guess if so then we are a society of cannibals. Sure we dont cook human beings, but surely we feed on each other.
It was a nice bright beautiful morning. You know one of those beautiful mornings when you step out and go for a stroll.
Strolling in a park wondering what I would do on another lonely Valentine’s Day.