AMIGO PARA SIEMPRE

Dear Bablu sir


This is a small dedication from my side to you on YOUR DAY. First of all i wish you a very very happy birthday. You are simply an amazing person and i feel truly privileged to have known you. Do not take it as a testimony, something we used to do when Orkut was a craze and we would dedicate hundreds and thousands of lines on our friends. 


The thought of writing something about you just came instantly to me, as in probably just about ten minutes back. In these past 8 months that i have known you, i have silently observed a lot of things about you most of which, if applied positively on myself can make me much better person. Amongst all the fun and frolic we have in the campus, you are the one who brings a lot of sanity to our group. The way you handle the pressure and demands in the campus truly are worth noting and need to be badly applied by me.


To keep it short i hope i will have the opportunities in future to have many more memorable moments with you, and keep learning something or the other from you. 


Regards 
Siddharth   

On a Journey of Self-Exploration

Many times we come across people whose presence just enlivens us. With them we feel like we are what we truly are. On the other hand there are people whom we just loathe. They give us the creeps for no apparent reason. even if they are behaving well with us we just don't seem to feel comfortable. Why is it so??

 I have often asked myself this question. and as it happens with most of my questions, it takes me back into a journey called "self exploration". I have come to realise that its not they who make me uncomfortable. it is my own inherent nature that makes me feel in a particular way towards them. Sometimes it is just that we are happy to be with people with whom we get on well. AND THAT IS PERFECTLY FINE. Its just that i feel it will for my own personal growth that i interact with each and everyone. Often talking to others make me look into myself and see where the %&*$ am i going wrong. It is a journey in which the other person is the driver and i am the passenger.

Funnily enough, when the gears are not put at the right time, i tend to go back into my cocoon. Its almost as if the car has come to a grinding halt and does not want to open itself for the fuel to be filled. And i guess that where most of us go wrong. We tend to talk to only those with whom we feel comfortable and not even try to break the ice with those who make us twitch.

It is time to change myself. I can not go on like this. Especially in today's competitive world it is almost imperative to interact with all kind of people. However i do not want to change this nature just because it is the nedd of today's world but to change something of me, To make myself just that little bit better. Hope It happens:-)

MERE SISTER KA DULHA

Travails of a brother

Over the past few weeks I have begun to realise that finding a suitable match for one’s sister is a not a cakewalk. For me it all starts with a telephone call on my mom’s mobile, picked up by dad, logging on to my mother’s email-id and final product- the guy’s profile in the hands of my dad, and of course yes- it all ends with my sister’s customary shaking of her head as a sign of disapproval, and then we start it all over again. 

It is a good test of one’s patience as we go through an endless list of profiles, and as we hop from one matrimonial website to another, it gives you the feeling that: Oh God is this ever going to end?

Since my sister has her own set of conditions and criteria for the “Mr. Perfect”, I and my dad have to go through a slew of profiles of guys ranging from fields of IT to Medical to Commerce and the like. Since my father is not computer savvy he puts me in front of the computer to help him with the latest mails that are sent on my mother’s account. Since the list is pretty long I make sure that at least a couple of windows are open alongside the matrimonial website. They generally are Facebook and YouTube. So my first job is to open my mother’s Gmail account and look at the latest mails that have come. Then I give the information to my dad as to who has shown interest in the advertisement we posted in the newspaper or who has followed up on our telephonic conversation. As we hail from an orthodox Tamil family, our search invariably heads towards Tamil guys. While I look through the pictures of my prospective brother-in-law. I wonder to myself: “Is this the one?”

As I take print-outs of the profiles of different guys, I sometimes yell at my sister: “Why don’t you choose a guy for yourself and save us the trouble? She retorts: Ya, as if the guys are on sale in the market.” Is it difficult to find a decent guy? I wonder.

Sometimes I take my wonder a few steps farther. Once the guy is selected, the preparations for her engagement, and then her marriage need to be done.  Just the thought of it all gives me the creeps. However, I realise that being the son of the house if I don’t take responsibility who will? Just as I am about to finish off this piece, there rings my Mom’s mobile again. Off to my computer. Dad, let’s start. 

Waqar v Jadeja: A memorable duel

I still remember that day although not as vividly as i would like to. My love for Cricket was still at a nascent stage and there was this "MOTHER OF ALL CRICKET CLASHES": The India V Pakistan 1996 World Cup Quarter-Final.  


As i came from school the match was in its middle stages. India was playing well, although the run rate was not very high. Then came Ajay Jadeja, at that time India's best fielder and a dangerous middle order batsman. The innings he played was an absolute peach, as he smashed Waqar Younis, that deadly toe-crusher, all over the Chinnaswamy Stadium.


Of course, there was this memorable Aamir Sohail-Venkatesh Prasad rivalry that resiltes in Prasad clean bowling Sohail immediately after Sohail had smashed him through the covers for a boundary and had gestures with his hand that the next ball would also be a boundary. This is the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3UgztqE0Re0