A sad sigh

Huh there are days when you feel the life's just worth a sigh.

At first it started with badminton. I saw that everyone was performing better than me. While I was just stumbling and bumbling around. Even more sad part is just everyone wants to encourage you, offer you tips and play weak shots in condolence. I want to enjoy the ultimate sadistic pleasure of encouraging.

Then I noticed everyone were studying for their exams. Over here your performance and hikes depend on the exams. I did write once and bombed big time. The results of both papers were amazingly ended with exactly the same mark and I wondered if the computer was playing tricks on me. But surprisingly people who claim they don't even bother to study, simply shoots through with amazing ease. I wish somebody told me the bloody secret.

And to make matters worse I checked my weight and found I was way way way over weight.
I who were underweight and who made fun of fatsos is now anointed a fatso myself. That's some achievement. A bumbling, balding , fat idiot . 

I somehow gained some false idea that I'm wiser than rest of the world . I pretty screw it up when it comes to socializing. I can't stand most of the people . Today I'm realizing if I don't identify with rest of the world, I'll end up a lonely nobody

Spot fixed

The coffee joint was unusually crowded. I was surprised, because in place of all the mushy teens, here are single men staring at TV screen.

It was godamn IPL match. The crazy game did indeed change our world. But in what way!

Last day, when the spot fixing came out, we tried to believe it would've never happened. And we crucified five unknown guys who never made it any big. While the big guns who made the illegal money payment still lives happily ever after.

The old bastards

Really pathetic to see Sunny trying to do a commentary with his mouth full of what he says is Kolkota sweets. Then the camera pans to studio where there's a sexy dusky and not so dumb blonde. She's flanked by self proclaimed comedian of Indian cricket Siddhu. I can't get the joke except that he's doing some dumb pranks and laughing out too loud. His favorite number is moving around skimpy cheer girls. The others join in the laugh and looks too too genuine.
Then comes the white guy who pretends he's an Indian. He's enjoying all the sweat and crowds and noise.
The commentary claims there's huge noise which we aren't able to hear.
And Sunny asks Siddhu if he's sleeping with the fellow blonde girl. Sad man sad..

To top it all there's an ad asking people not to watch tv and come to stadium.

Facebook couples

Facebook is a window to the users soul. A few years ago the people my age were busy getting married.

Firstly the announcement of 'I'm in a relationship' would come. Then It's the event invitation announcing he/she got hitched and you be there to witness event of the century.

The walls were filled with beautiful wedding photos, very much tailored by PhotoShop. The profile picture changed to the lovey dovey couple. They were so eager to announce to the world that this was a match made in heaven.

Then came the honeymoon pics. The girl looking cute and hot & the boy  very handsome. It seemed the couple were accidentally stuck using a strong adhesive and they never will separate. The location would be straight out of some post card. A little rich would go as far as to Switzerland to rewind the Yash Chopra magic.

Soon the profile picture would cut itself to half. If they were foolish enough for unprotected love, then the cute little baby would do the honours . Some would be even more dumb to share the passwords in the days of passion. Then there will be a scramble to reset.

Once upon a time people who were idealistic enough to chat will be very much alive late into midnight.

The Doggie style

Life is a strange maze of twists and turns. You'll feel like sitting down nd peninng down the last chapter when you hear a sound: Story ab thak katham nahin hua boss.

When I came to stay on with the old man and lady, Tito was there too. Tito was not really expensive breed. Some local kind with cute spots. They addressed him as 'he'. So I thought he was a guy dog.

He had this habit of running away with the fresh newspapers and slippers. So everything was barricaded as soon as he was out for his morning stroll. He never ever barked when a stranger came into the house. But even a whiff of a fellow species would send him mad.

Dogs are a symbol of aristocracy in the neighbourhood. Most of his neighborhood mates weren't much happy for him. He was never left out of house and the war of words/barks always happened from inside the compound walls. One day I happen to see his enemy come running and attempting to pee outside the gate to piss him off.

Last evening as I stepped in back from office I saw aunt sitting depressed on the door. I was bit alarmed. Tito seemed to have run away. ' I searched everywhere . Some thieves must have stolen him off '.

I felt sorry for them. Inspite of Tito's tantrums , he was a relief for the old couple to make their idle lives tick on. Recently he was showing signs of terrible distress. Food was left untouched. This was interpreted as another of his tantrums. But he was not worth a steal!!

Night.. aunty screamed for me. I ran out to her.' Tito is down in the basement....with three little puppies'

' What!!!? How can HE give birth'

It was uncle who answered "Tito was a 'she' not a ' he'."

I was thanking the amazing grace when Aunty said : What a shame to the family. How could she do this to us.

Uncle: May be this is Immaculate conception

Good Mornings 09042012

Hey guys how've you been? I haven't been around here for sometime. I wanted to post things but was feeling too lazy to do it. I'm nowadays totally out of checking fellow Bloggers. I remember chatting with a very famous Blogger. She was loved and commented on by a large flock of faithful. She decided to check on the depth of faith and stopped following/commenting and suddenly found the traffic to her site dropped.

The thing is I have been roaming around the cyber space checking out girls hoping to land a hot girlfriend. Sadly I've been very unsuccessful in that. Girls no longer seems to be interested in good boys ;)

But at the beginning of every week I promise myself to be good and I promise myself that again. I want to read good stuff, blog and study....and no hunting for women on cyberspace.

The crore mania in mallu land

When the kaun banega waltzed through the Indian screens, it heralded the arrival of 'wanna be rich India'. Then no one ever knew it will set Malayalee screens on fire too.

A few weeks back, the advertisements rolled in with an erstwhile actor with a majestic voice as the anchor. Suddenly a rival channel started (almost the same show) . The cards they plated where interesting. The show had to roll off before the other one and the anchor was old flame of the majestic actor.

I sat in front of the TV screen , watching if anyone gets lucky enough to win the 1crore. The game rules are simple- the contestants are given 1crore in advance. He will have to keep it by answering seven questions.

Now into the second episode , I've had enough. There are while girls in black mini skirt, badge with an eagle , black sun glasses(yea, in a studio). They are said to be the security guards. Imagine a guard in a mini and heels. Now the contestants are fitted with a micro phone so that he can't even dart without us knowing. And I can't figure out why dumb people are picked up who throw around money and lose them.

The producers forgot dimnishing prize money is the great solution to lose your interest. The audience sitting behind dark screen is good in Tron Legacy. Not here. Besides the side screen is plural for horrific

Today we had a doctor guy who claimed he's going to help poor patients if he won the money. He lost most of it soon and then he came up with 'I'm going to help poor people repay their loans' Ok smart guy , believed without a murmur.

The candy floss anchor is unbearable. She doesn't have the aura to do this and seems to be in a hurry to get over it and go home.

Then as if this isn't enough torture they bombard you with 20 minute ads  in every five minutes.