Time to Win

This week has been full of upsets so far(Despite the fact that I left early than usual all these days and was not asked to stay back in office). It all started last week, when India lost to Australia in the first test at Adelaide by a rather close margin. Virat's heroics and an attempt to send off another flying kiss to Anushka seemed futile as he had to weep the tears of other cricketers(Basically, India lost and Kohli was the captain) and he had to lead from the front to march towards victory(which he did very well without doubt) but after the result, had to convince the boys to pep up for the second test, by which time he will turn deputy to our Brigadier Dhoni, who will lead the team. So amid the scratching-the-wound-just-when-about-heal comments by the critics, few(including me) tried to look at the positives from the game(very few though). India batting was solid like never before with almost all the batsmen carrying the good form they had been in. Bowling was below par and blaming them on a lifeless pitch, Australians themselves seemed hopeless, is not a matter of concern. Half way into the second day, people knew that this was a match which will be decided by the Batsmen. Either they can lead their teams to victory or in the worst case, they will be cause for failure. It happened to be true. Fifth day, first session dominated by Indian Juggernauts, Vijay and Kohli anchoring and at the same time having an eye on the target, kept taking the game away from Australians and then came the magical spell of Lyon(or rather, the curse of Indian batting began).

Despite a brief stay of Rohit and the vital partnership with Kohli,wherein we still had a chance, but Rohit thought probably "let me step up the gas a bit" and the result, in an hour, the hopes of an entire country turned into a gas and in turn was no where to be seen. Yes, it was a collective failure despite a singular heroic innings from the captain. Who is to be blamed? The Indian bowlers, who were lifeless or the Indian middle order, which never seemed stable or the lack of application from the tail-enders to even get close to the total. Blame game began, people were shocked, no one could believe what they saw, as Kapil Dev rightly said "If India is to lose this match, only they can make it happen" and there it was, Kohli losing the first test as captain, despite his wonderful knock in both the innings.

Coming back to the present day, the scorecard reads 2-0, India had lost the second match at Gabba. The herculean knock from Vijay on the very first day, knocking the opposition bowling with a splendid hundred on one of the world's fastest and bouncy tracks, Rahane on the other hand lending a support, we seemed to be in control, witha bit of hiccups in the late middle order(not to talk about Rohit's yet another failure), we managed a 400+ total in the first innings. Australians came in, attacked, played an aggressive game with all including the captain(who continued to daunt the boneless attack of Indian bowlers) by scoring a fine century. Meanwhile, Rohit thought his mouth is powerful than his bat and he could cement his place by sledging the Australians(Johnson in specific) and the result, an almost-hundred from Mitch, it did not stop there, the last four wickets added 250 runs and the bowlers went on a leather hunt. Indians tried to pull off a Lord's, by sending down a series of short balls, but the Australian bowlers(apparently batsmen) hammered them all over the park. Though they swung their bat and they did drive and cut when the length changed. Lets not add spice to the wound, as it was yet another long wait to rap up the tail. With a 97 run lead, India were left with more than two days, to make amends to get back into the game. By the time, they got into the game, it was lunch in the fourth day and the result was already before us. 128 to win, Aussies gave us false hopes and Ishant, the lone performer on the fourth day, did give us a bit of hope, which of course never lasted long. Once again, the batting failed, this time, every single batsman failed and collectively drafted yet another overseas loss and very well took the possibility of winning the series along with them to the dressing room. 

So, being an ardent follower of cricket, just like anyone, having turned tired of cursing out of frustration, got up today morning, read a few articles and you would of course know, what they would write. But somewhere down the line, I took a step back, looked at the match, at the so far concluded series, with an eye like never before. When I thought about the positives, there were so many, Indian batting improved, we finally saw 300+ scores and fifties and hundreds. Batsmen applied here and there to build the innings, but the same was lacked in second innings. Everytime, we see a collapse, we feel they are little complacent, but they are not. More than us, they know the seriousness, they are playing for their country and one can never looked relaxed. Am sure they are pretty serious than we think.

The bowling department has always been a cause of concern, that is why the captain feels it is the batting that can boost the chances of winning abroad, but again, that is possible only if bowlers reciprocate with 20 wickets to get a result. Often, both these departments never go hand in hand, when in the first innings, Indian batting put up a good score, the bowling though seemed good for quite some time, lost the control the first instance of match getting slipped, could be seen. Whereas, in second innings, when the batting failed and left with almost nothing for the bowlers to defend, the bowlers gave their heart out and ended up picking all the batsmen's wicket and it was only Marsh and Johnson who saw Australia home. 

My point is, there is some severe lack of link between the batsmen and bowlers. As a unit, one has to collectively step up, to see a positive result. It is indeed a fact that, one player can change the course of the match, but it is the team, as a whole, which can see the victory. Australians performed because of Steven Smith's excellent hundred and some fine knocks by Rogers, Johnson, Starc. But eventually, they knew the bowlers were the trump cards, which could decide the match and it indeed happened. Johnson, Hazlewood, Starc and Lyon, all stepped up to the occasion, they knew the onus was on them, they welcomed it, they took responsibility and honored the captain. This is team effort. 

Now, I'm not saying Indians never had such instances before, they did, probably better than what I told, but right now, that is what is missing. When India's bowlers were given a task to give it all in the second innings, for me they did a pretty good job, exposed the middle order and tried everything, but not fruitful. It is for this reason, one must talk to the players, get their opinions, get clarified and fire all cylinders from the next match. I feel, when they collectively perform in one innings of a test match, the rhythm will be back. Once that is back, players will not think of 'Loss' as a result. Optimism is missing, it can never come on its own, we have waited enough. Time to speak out to the players, groom confidence, nurture and shape their brains, fine tune their thoughts, correct the way of approach. All this is possible by only two people in the team, The Team Director and Captain. 

Ravi Shastri has seen it from commentary box, now from the dressing room. He knows what is missing, Dhoni has seen it all, he knows what is expected and needed. Together, they both should speak out and let the team know what is it out there for the million fans, who wake up with an alarm to cheer for their team, to follow the scores despite office hours. Time to speak, time to lead. Time to Win!!

One fine day..

Seven days have gone by, nothing has changed, of course yes, the current posture of mine as I write another episode of my life. December is the month that usually is considered as the lazy month, fairly true owing to the look that one has throughout the day, the eyebrows tend to be curved in a way that even when someone screams at you, you tend to turn slowly, only to check the noise that disturbed your otherwise calm brain. So basically what I'm saying is, I'm one of those lazy guys who does not bother, even in the worst of catastrophes, especially if it happens to be during this month of the year. Wow! What a way to end a year which we started with, having a resolution to wake up early, to follow a strict routine, some people even took resolutions to wake up at least once in the year to witness the sunrise(those people apparently failed to see the sun the very next day, I mean, they did not get up in the time-frame wherein we categorize into as 'Morning', my bad English, can't help it). So leaving apart the resolutions part(which I myself have never followed even once, either because I lost the book where I noted down the set of resolutions or three hundred and sixty five days were not enough for me to narrow down the set of choices I had). One hell of an excuse, ain't it? 

One such day in the week, wherein I got up late and failed to switch on the geyser and had bath(Let's not talk about the experience of an ice-bath, you know). Having managed to somehow beat the trauma early that morning, I managed to enter second into the shuttle in three steps as some extra-ordinarily brainy women were thinking which foot of theirs to place first into the bus, I managed to sneak through and just when I smiled at the fight near the door of the bus, Boom! My brain had witnessed a situation, a massive blow to the skull, either because of some strong rod or a Hulk smashing my head and leaving a wild roar. Except that this time, it was me who gave the roar, cursed the one who had caused it, opened my eyes to find a spectacle wearing guy saying 'Sorry' which I heard in a female voice. I couldn't understand the logic, all I wanted was a place to sit. Finally managed to sit, closed my eyes and wondered when the day would get over.

Upon reaching my desk, surfing through the world news and trying to debate over a lame topic and meanwhile managing to complete the assigned work(I avoided the word 'stress' before work assuming it is a common phrase associated with someone from my world). So there it was, last minute rush to catch the shuttle, all I wanted to do was send a mail, opened the world's most fastest browser(we were asked to use that over the world's powerful browser) and all that popped up in ten minutes was "Not responding". Thanks to the important twelfth standard one mark question, I could use a shortcut to open the Task manager(proud moment for an Engineer when navigating without using the mouse but with just the keyboard) Just when I stopped smiling over my achievement, I witnessed the worst nightmare for someone who deals with a computer. They usually refer to that situation with a phrase 'The system got hung' . We will be helpless, pray to the oldest of Gods for a miraculous resurrection as the entire screen will stare at you without blinking the eyes and all you will have is the poker face and a sound from inside the CPU that gives a fake noise to make us believe that it is working hard. I kept staring. Few minutes later, my boss pings me, urgency, fifteen minutes to board the bus and on the top of it, something very important for a human, is supposed to be done. My poker-faced look turned into the alter ego of Dr. Bruce Banner and I guess I turned into one when I hit hard on the table(The trick of making something work by threatening even a non-living thing does come true) and Gods responded, the system functionality restored and sent a mail and ran towards the shuttle only to find the bus had not come. After my gasping got over, I got into and found a window seat(Haa! Like a child who has no idea why he/she prefers window seat). I thought "One hour to go! Just one hour before we reach home G! Hold on!".

A day which though not being fruitful so far, made me re-think about the purpose of..(Let me stop there, because the philosophical part, not needed) A voice "Excuse me! Is anyone coming here" pointing to the empty seat next to me. I think I did not even reply, but she said "Thanks" and sat down. A regular practice in this city is to have an earphone whenever you travel, not because of a style quotient, but just to make others know that you are not deaf(which people think you are, looking at the behavior). To share my part, I took a JBL earphone and plugged in and played the music at high volume(She gazed a quick look at me, probably thought I was deaf literally) and I slowly reduced the volume. A two-seater in a bus is built by the brains of the world as they have ensured no extra inch of space, leave alone for two, not even for one. So just imagine the way how cramped we were seated. Half way through, her soft shoulders touched mine, I was alarmed(No! No!! Just kidding) I didn't bother to spoil by giving a wild shake. I sat still thinking she might move into another posture sooner or later. It did not happen. Signing on an attendance sheet(in a bus, Mind it!) is our customary procedure, which of course nobody follows. It came to me, I marked mine, offered to her. She did not get it. I called her, she did not respond. There was no light inside the bus near my seat. I did not see her face. Then a bright light from a street lamp from outside lit her face. I saw her. Her eyes were closed(Sleeping! Chill) I didn't want to spoil her sleep(possibly the best in the day) and gave it to others. I smiled and started playing my favorite playlist and kept having that extra smile. Her stop came, she got up and she was in a hurry, managed to get her bag, adjust her hair(Very important to be presentable in the city, especially in the night) and took the earphones and was about to get down. As in movies, I expected her to see me once before getting down, luckily she did, she smiled and waved her hands. I couldn't believe it, I saw behind me if there were anyone else(Nobody). I smiled(this time the smile crossing the threshold), she got down. Then I saw, there were two girls in front of my seat. I laughed at myself(they were her friends, probably) and thought "Not that bad for a day".

Welcome to the Real World!

Almost five months since my last post, it is pretty evident that I have let down most of my fans who were following me, not that I had some die hard fans who use their almost-on-the-verge-of-getting-over-data pack in mobile for viewing my posts, but upon me going over their head by pestering and torturing them via Whatsapp for having a look at my posts, at one point, they would have definitely(at least hopefully) thought where this G went?! Well, for them, I would like to say 'I was little busy' . Read that again! Yes, you heard it right. Do not think I was pre-occupied with some work that I had no time to blink my eyes even to avoid losing a look at the screen or monitor, it is just a common phrase in this city of busy professionals. So yes, I would not want to be alienated by saying I was doing nothing, although I did nothing, still for the sake of not bringing the reputation of this city down, let me stick with the notion that I am busy. Now, enough of this. I messed up badly the last ten lines(Oh god! That is all I've written). Pardon me as my thought process has totally faded owing to the climate(Best I have witnessed, wish Sunday could go on forever, I am love with my bed). As I try to sit properly and type the next set of sentences(Remember, you cannot run away quickly from this boring piece yet!) I have a big yawn on my face. That is the hundred and fiftieth yawn of this day. More to come.

           Bangalore is where I'm currently staying. Five months into the city and still no where close to my heart. Reason being, one second(Another yawn coming up!!) You know what, chuck the reason! I never planned to write that line. My first experience with this city after getting into the company, after a series of rigorous training, came when I went to my office, few yards from entering the office, I suddenly lost my trajectory of the visuals as instead of looking at the door, I was looking at the sky(What a clear sky! Beautiful it was). What I'm trying to say is basically, I fell down! Slipped from the staircase. Though immediately got up and looked around, nobody even cared to even smile(leave alone a pair of hands to help) People usually laugh(I clap and point and laugh when someone miserably slips down) but here, on a busy morning, pretty crowded place and nobody knew that a living being even existed. I realized that I'm part of something that will make me lose the very nature of being human.

Every day used to be the same, routine life of waking up, rushing to catch the shuttle(office bus basically, but shuttle is what these people call, sounds cool right? No, it is not for me!!) The cunning nature of humans will be pretty evident in the manner one would like to catch a seat in the bus(Pardon me, couldn't control this time, Yawn!!) A girl in my bus usually catches five seats(excluding hers), places her bag in one, a handkerchief in another, mobile in one, headphones in another and tries to cover one more seat with her hands. A guy who overtook me to sit, apparently sat over the headphones and she was like, I'm not going to say that as even the driver closed his ears over those pleasing words. Wow! What a start to day, poor chap just saved me.
I ended being part of the last row wherein the world is always bouncing and is always energetic and high and so much of curse associated with the row that, three of us had to hold our back while getting down. So much before having stepped into my office. A monster in the making(I thought). This is one episode of the bus saga in my five month career at office.

Still, a city which I feel can make one very much competent in nature, owing to the standards of different kind of people one comes across with. Among the thousands in the city, who are always in a hurry, seven days a week, twenty four hours a day, the rush in which one catches a bus or the hurry with which one walks, or the speed at which one speaks over phone, despite the gloomy energy that this city gives, here I am, walking with a whole new pair of shoes, specs, watch(the old ones got damaged, nothing much) with a new job, walking down the lane of my road to catch the bus, sorry shuttle, as the very politely speaking girl, runs past me, all I have is a smile, thinking of one famous dialogue from a famous sit-com "Welcome to the Real World, it sucks, but you will enjoy it!". All those who can associate these lame incidents with their life, keep smiling, for there is more to come from this "new-guy-part-of-the-corporate-world" and meanwhile, do search for the sit-com dialogue.

A Mail long lost

Just when days were passing by and the pages from calender were torn every morning giving the dustbin(even the dustbin) enough work for a day, while mom, dad and brother were 'busy' (how long has it been since I had associated myself with that word) I just ensured that my net pack in mobile did not expire. Whooo!! That previous sentence is the worst possible start for an article, much worse than my previous works. See, this is what happens when you get up and while looking at yourself in the mirror, when those eyebrows seem to not wake up enthusiastically, then you realize that this is going to be just another day in one most boring days of life. Ever since one has graduated from college, they go through this phase, the first few weeks would be fine owing to an overwhelming care from your family, some might even say, "Finally! There is an Engineer in our family" , and every time they say that, I slowly ensure that the power supply is on and there is no problem with the fuses, for 'an engineer' is supposed to correct them,  reason being that( remember this point), when someone appreciates you, there are high chances that you might end up hearing just the opposite in the next few minutes, unless you avert it. I have experienced it a lot of times. Believe me! All those Electrical engineers outside, beware of the you-try-hard-but-you-cannot-avoid pressure from the family. I feel a shock every time I hear the word 'Engineer'.

Ok, all those above points are something that I have emphasized before, so why did I take it up now? My last two months at home have been really boring. I was occupied with household work(Now Don't laugh!), every time I walk up the stairs to the terrace to get the dried clothes back home, I feel like 'Wow! Doing this for the past six weeks now, good exercise actually, my tummy has reduced' , just to realize that it has actually gone up few inches. Then I realized that I had consumed food, that is high on proteins, vitamins and then there is this 'calorie'. That holds a separate place in your body, mind it! So just when I thought, 'How long am I going to curse my daily routine' which not even in a way made me enjoy, I received a mail.

This whole turning-on-the-data-connection in a smart phone is to ensure you do not miss important information in the form of mails or texts from Whatsapp. In my current state, I have no right to use the word 'Important' , I did receive a lot of mails from that particular sector which always respects me, e commerce giants like Flipkart, Jabong, Snapdeal and so on. Every time I open it, i just see the offer and my eyes brighten, then I close it and get back to the poker-face look. One fine evening I got a mail saying "Welcome to Accenture-Bangalore".

This mail, I had been expecting for a long time. In the past few weeks, I even forgot that I got selected in a campus interview. Such a boring dull phase it had been. At that time, when I had got such a mail, all I could do is, not react. That mail was long lost, as every morning I used to get up and check my inbox for this mail. So once I read it, there was adrenaline rush in me, my eyes brightened, eyebrows widened, heart started beating thrice its actual speed, the seconds needle in my wall clock stood still, while I saw my own self jumping and dancing(awkwardly of course!) and whistling and screaming like an Ape, and then my brother shook me and asked me, 'What is the matter with you? What are you looking at?' . I showed him. He read it. He smiled at me. We spoke nothing. He raised his hand for a shake, I felt the rush in me slowly settling down, as I raised my hand, the heart beat had settled and started releasing a cold blood(comes out when there is a transition from a shock or a surprise to being happy or joyful), I gave him a tight handshake(Corporate style babay!), turned back, took my mobile, stood in front of the mirror and dialed my mother's number and as she said 'Hello', I stopped for a second, saw my face in the mirror, I smiled with confidence as I said "28th July at Bangalore" .

Not to lose control

There have been a lot of instances wherein India have lost control over the Test match from a strong position, right here at the very same venue when they toured last time. Also they have slumped in the last two overseas tours owing to a soft and slippery grip on the match, be it Jo'burg or Wellington, despite out-of-the-mind-heroics from Faf and Mccullum, it was a match lost by India(though the match drew at both the occasions). The good thing about Test cricket is that this format tests your patience right through the five days, bad thing is that one loses that key weapon of patience, early nowadays. So just two days have gone by in this already-exciting-test, The English will come come hard at us in the next few days, because both these teams understand the value of an early win in a long series. But as mentioned before, England will counter attack, but do not expect a five or six runs per over session, rather it will be a test for the bowlers of India. They will block, leave, duck and will not hesitate to frustrate the bowler. To counter all this, a team needs confidence that has already been provided by the batsmen(including tail-enders)  with Murali Vijay playing a spectacular innings and Dhoni playing second fiddle.

Earlier on the day, Vijay and Dhoni took on from where they left, as expected, they were a bit cautious in handling Anderson and Broad, for they knew the importance of staying at the wicket at least in the first session. They took risks of minimal intensity with both the batsmen taking toll on the bowlers. Stokes kept striking outside the off stump to expect a little luck in tempting the batsmen to drive, but both Vijay and Dhoni were far beyond losing concentration as they knew their job that laid before them. They were all set and both knew that they were due for a big score, just then Vijay got out from an Anderson delivery that moved in sharply. Vijay had to depart, despite for the fact that the ball had missed the stumps, for 146 that included 25 fours and a sweetly timed six. Dhoni and Jadeja held on to the wicket for a while before Jadeja fell for a quickfire 25 off just 24 balls, even before someone could tell him that this was not a T20. With the blink of an eye, four wickets had fallen for just two runs and India were at their usual plight, of not able to capitalize to score a big total. Two bowlers were at the crease, The English bowlers decided to rattle up the line up to start their innings. But did they? Were The English bowlers successful against The Indian Bowlers, who were actually batting. 

A 111-run stand between The Number 10 and Number 11 came as a surprise for both the teams(including the batting duo). Mind it, there were no slog shots, except for a few. They played responsible cricket, they knew that each and every run of their bat, while their stay at the crease, was vital for Team India. Bhuvi drove and flicked while Shami cut and glanced, as at one point, both these batsmen admired their follow-throughs with the strike of a boundary. No more slip. There were men at the boundary to stop the run flow and there were men who stood next to the umpire, to create panic in the name of attacking, but both these batsmen enjoyed their stay. It took a miscue from a Moeen Ali delivery for Bhuvaneshwar to get out. While his partner reached fifty with a hefty strike for a six off Jimmy Anderson, the other took his time and took a single to reach the maiden milestone. The entire crowd applauded, their teammates stood up and welcomed the Last wicket heroes. They had batted for a solid two hours with the commentators using the word 'frustration' in context to the bowlers for about forty five times. Plunkett, Broad, Stokes and Anderson were just blown away with this knock from both the batsmen. 

With 43/1 in their scorecard, The England batsmen would like to settle and go for a big score by taking a lead. There will be patient innings from Moeen Ali, Ian Bell and Joe Root. What is important is that the bowlers, five of them playing, have to strike the right areas each and everytime throughout the day. No loose balls. Four good deliveries can beat a batsman, but one bad ball can demoralize the bowler. Ishant, supposed to the spearhead, has to strike in this wicket, though termed flat, which is expected to change over the next few days. Chances of the pitch slowing down is also high. Thereby, unless we pick up the wickets early and gain a good lead over the opposition, the second innings, for that matter for both the teams, is going to be not easy. With the third day of the First match starting in another few hours, both these teams know the importance of this day. Crucial for the Indian bowlers to strike and The England batsmen to settle and change the course of the test match, clearly dominated by India so far. The Indian bowlers have stuck with the bat, time for them to buckle up and rattle the batting line up of The England Cricket team.

The Big Test

Many of my friends have wondered why I chose a link to my blog as 'funnycri' , honestly, I started with the intention of writing articles on Cricket, on the ongoing matches and not with idea of giving expert reviews, but just to have an overview of how well have I interpreted the game, how good or bad can I think as a viewer, as a fan, as a cricket enthusiast and as expected, I could not follow up on that idea, wrote just two, out of the eighteen articles, on Cricket. Many of my friends, relatives could not follow what I wrote, for Cricket is not so keenly followed by many. I decided I will give a pause and then again continue at the right time. The time has come now. Today morning when I got up, something pushed me, this thought kept striking me and brought me to this place, to start again the purpose for having started this blog. I have not played professional cricket, have not represented districts or state. But I have keenly followed almost each and every match involving The Indian Cricket Team. Cricket has been my passion, I pray during each and every match and I celebrate the win as a festival and the loss as a loss of a dear one. I support my team. It is this passion that has driven me so far. I feel Goosebumps every time Sachin enters the ground, clap and cheer for every ball left by Dravid and shout and enjoy the aggression of Ganguly. For I cannot write or comment on these players, legends they were. I have thereby decided to write what I feel, how I see and what I observe during the 90 long overs in a day for the next five days. 

    Today when Mahendra Singh Dhoni(its been years since I have called him that, supposed to be a review right, so 'Professionalism' a must) and Alastair Cook walk out in the middle to toss up the coin amidst a cold morning with the fans eagerly waiting in their seats to hear the result, while the coin is still in the air, friends from India, like me, would be glued to the Television and in the minds of the two captains, under tremendous pressure suffering irreparable defeats, each in their own way, with humiliation from media, fans and pressure from their respective boards, all they will wonder is if the coin will flip and land in a way they want to. 

Big Test, that is what this series has been called, I do not see why one should not call that so. The rivalry between India and England has always been more than just cricket and sport. It is pride to win The English in its own Den, yes you heard it right, Den. Each and every test playing nation are strong at their home grounds. They are the best in the business, when played there. They know the conditions well, they have thorough understanding of the nature of the pitch and most importantly, they have the support from their beloved fans, who drive all the way up to watch their home team performing well. Pressure does exceed, but it is that pressure that brings the best in you. 

Trent Bridge, the venue for First Test, has always had a soft corner for India, as it was in this ground, India won the series in 2007 under Rahul Dravid. There is no Dravid now, nor Sachin nor Laxman. No Zaheer. No Bhajji and Sehwag. The team under MSD is a brand new one, with many yet to make their test appearance in England. Very few are experienced. MSD has the most experience in terms of Batting and then there is high-on-expectations-yet-disappointing Ishant Sharma, who spearheads the Bowling attack, as the experienced frontline bowler. Remember, to beat England in England is not impossible. But it takes more than just a bat, ball and a mere five days to win. It is mind game, psychological victory is a must before even we develop strategy for knocking out the opposition. This team, this brand new look team is very talented, for it is not that easy to get into The Indian National Cricket Team, with severe competition from their peers, they are not afraid to take risks, they are aggressive and it is this aggression that needs to be watched carefully in this series. One need not expect a fiery Johnson-like-aggression, rather one needs the calm and composed-yet-aggressive nature of Rahul Dravid to rattle the opposition. 

This is really going to be a tough test, for both the teams, with the seaming and fuming Anderson taking on the the calm and solid Pujara and the swing of Bhuvaneshwar testing the ability of Alastair Cook. Both these teams are wounded and they though they have managed to portray a calm and clear look ahead of the first test, they know, behind that smile is an aggression and a thirst for tasting victory. Lets wait and watch, who grabs the first meal, starting today.

Kingdom of Boredom

So what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object??. NO! Wait! let me put it this way, what happens when you just stare at the walls for hours? Then the first sentence comes to your mind, along with a lot more. Now, if you are reading this, hopefully you are, inspite of the terrible start to this blog, then you are probably one of my kind. We are the chosen ones. We are meant to be like 'this' forever. Atleast until we are preoccupied with something, which I doubt atleast for the next four weeks. So what does that 'this' mean? Tough to read the previous sentence, aint it? When after college, infact on the last day of college, when you return home thinking 'Ok, so from now my life is going to change'  only to realize it indeed has changed, except for the fact that not in the way one would have expected.

An ideal situation is,  7:00 am : 'Ajay! Can you get me that you-what-what from the nearby store?' , 7:30 : Drop brother at college, 8:30: Drop mother at office, 9:30-12:30 : Facebook plus staring at the walls and other "End-of-Season Sale" offers in leading shopping websites. You look at the time and there is a wide grin on your face, all because you have managed to spend half of the day. Remember, that is the toughest phase! Afternoon and evening, its the same old case of 'switch on the ac and snore' all the way. After getting up, wishing you have spent enough time sleeping, to cross the 'uncertain corridor' in the evening. Then comes the next set of duties which proves that you are a responsible kid(according to the old generation, thanks to them for reminding us that we still are a 'kid') . The last lap(7:00-10:00pm) is lightning fast. Supposed to be the 'Wow! This is exciting to be with family after work' , except that just to break the sudden silence prevailing owing a mother's necessary presence in the kitchen and father's never-ending phone call and a brother's..brother's..(Oh man! What does my brother even do at that time) , one turns on the Idiot box(the one that 'always' listens to whatever you say) only to find out there has been an sudden spike in the volume which results in a 'Oh My God, my ears are bleeding!' state and then you find out the culprit behind this evil act, you see a man with papers and a pen in one hand and the other hand moving every now and then and his mouth is that 'never-ever-stopping' type and you then find out that he is a popular figure who inspired millions with the way to conduct a debate. You then feel for having turned that channel ON as that show goes on and on and on(Man! That fellow keeps talking that he even forgets to breathe).
 Alright! Something just happens and pushes the hands of the wall clock to 10:00. Lights off! All you are left with is just a fully charged mobile and a god-invented-application for men like me. When there is always a reply for your 'Whats up' , you just welcome your peers(having supposedly gone through the same phase) with a smiley and start the 'late-night-confession' talks.

Game On!

Not a week had passed by and we had already spoke to the opponents and fixed a match. Fixed, in the sense, fixed the timings and not in the context of our famous slap-gate controversial star. Also, for those who are scratching their heads and trying to wonder why there is so much hair fall and dandruff along with a very serious doubt of what I am talking about, here is the answer, Cricket. Sorry Soccer fellows, wrong time for taking up a sport that is considered a sin, especially during the FIFA WC phase, wherein, all those who follow it are either die hard fans of soccer or ready to die hard to understand soccer. I fall in the second category, as in yesterday was the first time I had witnessed a goal being scored during a LIVE telecast! There is nobody to blame, I grew in a surrounding wherein my friends were ready to watch each and every ball of a cricket match, irrespective of the timings. So, it is one such incident that I am going to talk about. The very first cricket match in my college, though I was 6 months lagging behind my fellow batch mates, who went to play cricket in the very few days after college had started! So approximately 14 hours before our first match, after our not-so-professional-yet-important practice session, we sat down to count the number of heads for the next day's match. We were surprised, there were more than we had imagined. Actually there were 6 than our expected count of five, which means in a game of cricket, leaving apart an important figure "wicketkeeper" in the side, a team needs to have few specialists in the Batting and Bowling departments. Since a group of us had started this team, we considered ourselves specialists. Now do not smile! The smiling part comes only if yo had witnessed the group of players we had gathered to fill up the remaining 5 shoes in our team. The additional five were really good by heart that they accepted to play for us, though they never knew the match was at 6:00 am. They did get up, probably for the last time in the four years, and played their one and only match. I am actually glad they did. It was because of them, we had played our first match and who knows what would have happened if we had skipped it. Then came the alarm at 5:30 the next morning, our core group got up somehow with our red zombie-eyes and took turns to wake the rest of them. The previous day, we managed to borrow a bat and a stump. So, as a team we had 2 bats and a stump and a ball, which never seemed to lose interest in the shoes of the batsman, in the sense they never bounced! And of course, there we were the chosen 11. After cursing the cold weather and rubbing the hands, to make it warm and I never rub them hard, for once I did it very badly and resulted in my skin getting peeled off. Leaving apart that rubbing segment and that odd fellow in every gang, who sneezes the hell out and bringing a mild attack early in the morning, we were quite all set. We, the ones who had formed, were really excited and determined to perform well in our match. After a number of phone calls and missed calls(very prominent in a college guy's life) , the opponents had finally arrived. I knew most of the faces, some were cursing their captain for setting up a match that early, some were checking our bats and some were inspecting the damp pitch and some with mufflers on their either ears, were half asleep. The toss was done, and I am not sure who won it, but the result is we were asked to bat. The last evening, my team's captain had asked me to open the innings and I did not oppose, which I for a moment thought I should have. My palms were frozen and I could hold the grip on my bat. None of the bats seemed comfortable. I was the Nonstriker. The bowler, the opponent team's captain, had set the field up with a quite open field on the off side and a slip and backward point and a quite dominating leg side field. My partner after scoring a couple of runs, got out. The number three in our team, my captain, joined me. He said "Stay" . I got my chance at the crease the next over. My first delivery. The captain had not changed the field, the extra cover was wide open. I saw the cover fielder rubbing his eyes, thought he might not be that active. The bowler came running in, I held my bat tighter, kept my eyes on the ball, not on the weird position the ball was held onto and not on the trying-to-be-aggressive face of the bowler, just the eyes on the ball, he had released, it was over-pitched, there was no time for me to slog, I just opened the face of my bat towards the extra cover direction and middle-ed it. Within a flash, the ball crashed into the fence on the off side. A boundary. I  just did not move, the ball had raced, I had not kept my bat down, kept looking at the ball as it had hit the middle of the bat and past the cover fielder and just rammed onto the boundary. I was admiring it. I saw my captain, he smiled. 

Four long years..

" Ajay! Did you take the ticket? Did you keep the luggage in the taxi? " , these were the words uttered by my mother while we started from home four years back. When we were all set and just a horn away for the train to start from the platform, my father gave me a tight hug and wished me all success for my college life. He was clearly upset, that his own son was going away for four years to study by staying in a hostel, though weekend permissions were there for me to come home at least once in a month, somehow we never realized back then. When the train started, I lied down and was trying to think something. I tried harder. The more I stressed to distract myself, the more I missed Chennai. I would not say I was afraid nor was I excited. I was all set to explore a whole new dimension of life, Hostel. Like it or not, I was destined to be there. I was also afraid at times, doubting myself if I could manage on my own, if I could wash my clothes, if I could get up on my own, if I could trust my own self. The answers for all the questions were obtained, for one has to answer or force himself to answer, to survive in a hostel. After trying to unload the luggage and trying to segregate things which I had brought, I heard a bell, it was around half past five and the warden was instructing the parents to leave the hostel premises immediately. Suddenly I felt an adrenaline rush in my stomach and the walls around me started to move backwards, I could not hear what my mother said, I could not hear anything until I heard the word 'Bye'. She had started to leave, I had not listened to what she had said before, probably she would have wished me luck for the first day of my college, which was starting the next day. That moment I realized I was all going to be on my own, at least for the next four years. Independent and confident are the words often attributed to a hosteler, I do not know if that is true, maybe yes, four years from then, I never knew the confidence level would be at stake. I am independent now, I can manage anywhere away from home, for that matter any hosteler can. I was confident about that up until the last day of college arrived. When one of my closest friends gave me a hug, similar to the one my father gave four years back, I could sense moist content in my eyes and every time i blinked, a droplet fell through my cheeks, I did not bother to wipe it, for I knew that cherishing the moments of friendship of four years seemed important. I was not confident and was afraid if I could get friends like the one I had had at college, if I could trust someone the same way I trusted my peers, if there will be anyone who can encourage me, share laughter. Am going to a whole new world, Reality. Am not confident to face it, without my peers, without the pillars which had shaped me up. Four years is just the number now, it might even seem like few days, but each and every day is still in my heart, close to my heart. In fact, college is over, no more turning back, but a part of my soul is still wandering through the corridors of the hostel, canteen and ground. I can see it now, I can feel it. It is happy out there, while I am trying to be happy looking at it. 

A Treat worth to even break up, Really?

A Friday evening at hostel, with no record-to-be-completed for Monday's lab classes, record in an Engineer's language refers to the ill-shaped book, which is supposed to be taken care with absolute importance as there will not be a 'Handle with care' label on it, so the burden for one saving the book from coffee spills or from a stupid friend who is on a hyper mode just because he got a 'Hii' text from an unknown number or at the worst case, from that one person who borrows the record and forgets where he had kept it is definitely high! Thank God! No more tensions with that one book which takes a heavy toll in an Engineer's life. So the fact that me being in the final semester brings a Mother-of-Records kind, The Project Report! A very large percentage of students like me, eagerly wait for the day when Project Report is to submitted. The reason is because, the moment you submit it and you turn back to leave the room, you try to take out your coolers from your shirt and imagine yourself to be the famous style actor from Kollywood. Also, you feel like pumping fist in the air because of the high profile procedures that the Institution follows to preserve this 'Record-Part 2' ( This time its their headache to preserve it carefully from the above mentioned obstacles, a sudden change in the look on my face turning red, but still I smile with V shaped eyebrows and imagine two sharp objects protruding from my skull, in one word-Evil thought). So yesterday was the date of Report submission for my department(one thing I am glad about) and surprisingly we submitted! Yes! I even did pinch myself to check if its real, it was. The toss for the Semi-final clash against South Africa in the ongoing T20 World Cup took place. Now if there is anyone who is reading this in spite of not watching the match, just take your right hand and slap on your face, now if someone even tried doing this, please reconsider your current mental status. Getting back, am not going to get into the match details. For a blogger like me, I cannot do justice to the game by writing about it. So after a three hour non-stop, of course I did stop once(dinner yar! C'mon! That one night in the entire week I was eagerly waiting for, nothing special, a traditional South Indian dish that never tasted like Indian though). After the match, after clapping my hands till my palms turned red and after hugging till I was literally out of friends to hug and after continuous whistling( by the time I stopped whistling, few of the audience in that stadium would have reached home) and then when I slept, revival of good-old memories flashed me, that moment, exactly!! When MSD lifted the 2011 WC, will that repeat? Will that moment be a treat to watch for all the final years staying at hostel? I am sure it would. Stay tuned and do not engage yourself with any work tomorrow at 6.30 P.M, do not even hesitate to break up with your bf/gf, because its WC Final Baby! Now please do not curse me if it(breakup) really did! 

A formally informal report

An important segment in an Engineer's life is the one which arises in the Eighth semester, No! Not placements, Of course, even that is important, but this is much more intense. One of you guys who are reading this should be able to guess it, yeah, I heard you, it is the Project! For seven semesters, we cursed the Education system for not providing us the force to explore practically the theories which we have been learning. That was one of the points which I used in my GD to clear the process of yet-another-IT firm-in-another alphabet, seriously, when I look at my college's placement record, the list of IT companies in it almost cover the entire alphabet list, so no more 'A' for Apple stuff. Now Ssshhh! I can hear you giggle( If that is not you, then it is probably me myself) Even I am going to be a part of the IT world this year(Assuming I get the Offer letter soon!), So all i can react is by *pumping-fist-in-the-air* , while most of you reading this will have *face-palm* reaction( Thanks to Whatsapp Language) . So this applying practically is practically not possible, which i am able to understand now. Cursing the education system is what i did for all these years, but even now i continue to do so, reason- Project. Maybe, if i had got the desired the output with less strain and enjoy watching sitcoms during supposed-to-be-the relaxing semester of the entire course( though tat sitcoms part is still a part of my routine) , still here i am, trying to compile the Project Report( a whopping 60 pages! Phew! Will someone even attempt reading that??) with a review pending and of course, the output too! Hopefully i get the output soon, already portraying an unshaven beard( Does not mean I am completely into the project, Just for a timing! ) . Final year, finally finding peace! Really?? 

Snoozzzzzz

Now please do not stress on 'z' while you try to pronounce the title of this post. It looks odd. It looks even more odd when you have the look, which you are having now, on your face as it feels even more odd. Jokes apart( assuming you would not have even smiled at the previous sentence if you are a person who is alright). There is a reason why i did that. So what is the first thing that one does early in the morning, Wait! Did i just say 'early' in the morning? The best part of being a hosteler is that i would not hear a ' Ajay!!! Get up you lazy!! Its almost 6:00 am ' or there would not be a lot sweat early in the morning which may make a sudden shift in your dream land from a cool beautiful London to a dead hot Egypt, all because my father had switched off the fan, also no sudden gigantic wave splashing on your face when you were on a trip with your girlfriend and suddenly you start looking for your mask which you had kept inside a drawer( so that the common people do not know you are hero who saved them) just when i realize 'oops! how can i have a girlfriend when i do not even talk to girls' and then you open your eyes just to find out my mom had used a 'watery' technique to wake you up. Please do not search for a full stop in the last sentence, yes i accept its long. Long enough to even bring a big yawn on my face. Alright, so just when i get to a phase in my dream, where am are about to perform a heroic action, i hear a sound, that's a background score(you might think), only to realize that it increases each second and at one point, all other characters in that scene start shouting like ' Shut that thing off! ' and then i wake up trembling only to rub my eyes so many times to avoid the confusion between 'Snooze' and 'Dismiss' and in spite of practicing the night before everyday that the one on the right is 'Dismiss' , i end up pressing the wrong button only to realize all my characters in the dream-scene have already packed up citing the inconvenient ambiance. I then wake up, this time cursing my left-handed-behavior and looking at the time to find out that am just ten minutes away from a two minute brushing+ face wash, a 3 minute dress up+ combing + 'perfume' -ing , and oh wait! an important thing keeping a 'viboothi' in my forehead just in case of a backup and a four minute walk past four buildings and forty students and fourteen professors and a final one minute sprint to the classroom past a staircase of...of...probably seemed like a four hundred step staircase, leading to hell as i was like breathing out carbon dioxide three times the quantity of oxygen i had inhaled and finally when i see two of my classmates running before me to the class, then i decide 'Okay G! This time am going to pull off a Usain Bolt' only to find out i had run past the classroom owing to an inefficient braking system and of course due to a tremendous acceleration. Alright! please stay with me, few more words. So i peep into the class and find no staff and there is a sudden 'look! there is an alien from a foreign world' look from all of my classmates as you really feel weird and finally manage to pick a seat, just when i try to fist my arm in air( being proud of your achievement), someone enters the class and says ' Sir is absent today and attendance will be collected from the staff who is going to come for the third hour, you may leave now' . Now please do not read the last sentence again, because it might not make sense unless i mention that the 'second hour' is already a free hour. 

RUSH

Factly speaking, i am clueless of what am going to write, as always. But please do not keep your palm on your forehead with a 'Sighh!!' thinking ' OMG! This fellow has started it again' , This time i can assure you, i can manage, in spite of being unprepared. You know what's the advantage of blogging, nothing. Yes, Nothing! Since there is no advantage,  one need not worry about anything. Just write your heart out. Of course, readers are not there to listen to one's stupidity, yet, one can make even the smartest of readers (who choose their novels only after searching the author's previous works in Google even before reading the synopsis of the story) to read at a stupid piece of write up, just by impressing them with your style. Oh Please Wait! I was not referring to me and you either. Just a general opinion on blogging. Alright! Any guesses why i have kept the title as RUSH ? I am sorry, forgot that the previous phrase is supposed to be used by delegates who give us lecture sessions and seminars and inspire us so much that we start dreaming about the topic right away with our eyes closed. So getting back to that RUSH thing, no specific reasons for that. I thought of rather using ' Title innum vekala ' as a title, but remembered that our Tamil George Clooney had already had purchased the copyright for it. So i stuck to usual method of listening to My Playlist , predominantly comprising of Hans Zimmer soundtracks, and No! No! Please do not confuse with Justin Bieber, the one whom am talking about is a GUY, Seriously! So just as i surfed past the list, I listened to my new addition from the movie- Rush. A soundtrack which am hearing for the eighth time straight and as i write this, i can feel what they usually call a Goosebump with the hair in my arm seemingly overjoyed and trying to jump out of my hand except for the strong root which holds them from doing so( Also, am not a guy who is ready to get waxed! ) , thereby after looking at the excited turn of events happening in my arm, i decided to give the title a shot with the name of the soundtrack. Now for those, who do not know who Zimmer is, please do not Google it, rather ask me, in that way, i will realize that you have read this post. What an idea ! I guess it is time to evict Abhishek Bachchan from the trying-to-impress mobile data carrier advertisement and replace with someone who thinks the way just the way i did few sentences back, No! No! Not me myself! Please, am not a guy for publicity( Moreover, I do not want to get cursed from Ash). Now before you send me a text shouting, i would like to inform that the 'Mysterious Friend' of mine, whom i had spoke of in my previous post, will surely be revealed with a Big Bang! Stay Tuned to hear from G. ( Man! i really wish blogging get improved by including Voice Recordings, getting so tired to use both the hands for writing!! ) .

B'day bash returns!

Just as i posted yesterday's blog, almost all of them came with up the phrase "Ajay! You alright? What were you trying to say?" . I gave an answer which even i could not understand! Then i decided i will justify the title at least today. Remember the tags which i had given yesterday? Well, that is what am going to talk today. I guess i will have to start right away as i can see ' _/\_ ' reactions along with a number of yawns mixed with frustration. Okay, so the time was 23:50 PM on 12th of February and i received my first call from my sister who was very sleepy, which i could understand from her voice which seemed to have shaken by some force, probably an alarm to wish her brother,Wow! Siblings i thought! Just as my sibling cloud was thickening, it was shattered by a piece of bang on my door. Oh! Here they come, ready to watch me scream, these fellows need a small intro i guess. 'Hey you there! Do not worry, this will only be a small one,i can see your lips moving, i swear, trust me!' . These guys, around ten of them, are the best one can get as companions, be it mocking someone or laughing out loud by whistling and clapping hands and the ones who always laugh when you cry and also laugh when you laugh. Meaning, no emotions, no feelings. Oops! Sorry, they have got one feeling-'friendship'. Yes! They are my friends! Just when you guys think 'Wow! Friendship at hostel is terrific, i think i missed them..' i will have to stop you right there, because all those friends were already at my doorstep, of course ready to wish me but also seemed keen in doing something different. I had a big grin on my face when i saw a cake box, which on opening had four cake-brothers, out of which two were smashed onto my face and the other two were feared, just when one of the two was again aimed at me, one fellow grabbed that piece and said 'Cmon Man! Cakes are meant for eating' and he was the same guy who consumed the last piece too. As i was busy picking up left over pieces, all my friends re-arranged and made a formation for the famous 'Birthday Bumps'. Now for all those who do not know what that mean, am so sorry, i cannot explain them right now as i already can see slippers and stones in some of readers' hands for bringing up an article this lengthy. 'Smash' - one might have heard this from a famous Marvel Comic character, and it was 00:15 AM when i heard those words as i had four powerful blows on a place which is very much essential for someone who sit. After that, having pleading and creating a sympathetic feel among my friends, they regrouped again , only this time, they threw me inside my bathroom and rest which happened is History.

The thing about hostel, especially on a birthday is that all you have is support from none. A different type of solution was formed with shampoos,conditioners,soap powder,shaving cream and i do not remember other things as i was drenched with that already. It was only then i realized someone had mixed oil too. I thought 'My goodness! Today will be the longest and toughest bath since age four' i do not know how that number came, i just made up. Well yeah, then came the exhibiting part, all those fellows decided i take a march all over the hostel to get appreciation for their creative work, Yeah! Creative it is! This is hostel for you. Fun, Fun and fun. Thanks a lot Friends!! All of you. You did make this day memorable. Thank you all. I felt so happy that day especially after a mail which i saw from a friend.

I know its lengthy, please bear with me, i would do no justice if i do not explain certain things, especially an incident which has been close to my heart. It was around 1400 hrs when i received a text from my friend asking me to check my mail. As you all know about my super-active behavior, i opened it my mobile and the moment i saw the name, i just jumped and opened my laptop and wanted to watch it in the Big Screen. I opened the mail and the link that was provided, it was Magic! It consisted of pictures and description on me and my friend's feelings on me. You know you get the ' Hey! That's me, am so proud of it' feeling when someone appreciates you, i got it the other day. All i had was mixed emotions as i thought how lucky i was for having had friends like these. Best friends they say, i am actually searching for that one word which when prefixed to the word 'friend' brings the exact meaning of friendship. All i did after watching the mail for twenty times was 'sleep' . Cmon yar! I had not slept properly the previous night. Except that all i thought was about the mail and the one who had sent me that. Thank you my 'friend'. 

B'day bash!

Where is your b’day blog everybody asked me? Sorry, it took me quite some time to actually bring together various pieces? Exactly a year back I had written my third of the posts, now please don’t check the dates because it is not ‘exactly’ 365 days, well, a day or two lesser and please don’t have that grin on your face. You can have it if you had found out the previous sentence funny and not because of the ‘Yes! Ajay accepted his mistake about the dates! I win’ voice of your subconscious.  So forget about the numbers, let us get into the topic, this time ‘Seriously’. Wait?! Topic? Am I insane? When have I written with a premeditated topic in my mind? Till now I haven’t. But now I guess I have it. Yeah! Flashes of images of what is to be written is all over me, though they are blurred, I can bring you the clear picture of how it was on my birthday. Even then it was blurred, owing to the dislocation-of-the-spectacles-from-the-momentary position. What I mean to say is, I had to remove my specs due to..due to.. I guess you will find that soon. So till now, the above ten lines might have brought yawn in few faces and also ‘Hey you! Do not sleep! It is not that boring, wait yar! I will bring the party to you. Am just creating the hype for the same’. Just stay with me, you guys hopefully know me well, I wont let you down. So, I guess this is my hundredth ‘so’ in ten posts. C’mon! I guess am very much deviating from the so-called-topic as..as..i just remembered I need to wash my clothes! Damn it! A washing-machine-less hostel trying to make the students work even on weekends, I do not want to talk about the weekdays either. Alright! For the 101’th time I am going to say this, ‘so’ I guess I have made up some totally useless piece with 300+ words saying nothing, I even know most of you reading this have no idea of what I am upto. Time to unravel the beast! Of course not now, I have got some work. Stay tuned for the next episode of..of..of whatever you have given name for this thing.

Tags for next episode : 12 o clock, smash, party, ‘thirupaachi’ , friendship, ppt.

Now il appreciate if you get back to your routine, il inform you once the next one is out! Bye! 

Dinner Time! Run!!

The above mentioned title for this post should not be misinterpreted! The moment the time strikes 08:00 PM , we used to run with the plate in our hand, wishing to have the best dinner so that one can be so proud of when they meet the next day in school. Yeah, i did mention 'School'. That reaction was so casual in our school days, when even though after an entire day's work, our mom used to sit and plan for dinner to make sure the entire family has a delicious sleep that night. The reason why i mentioned delicious night is because of the taste which remains in our mouth even in the midst of our sleep, not because one has not washed his mouth properly thinking that extra ten seconds of mouth wash would make them miss their favorite singing show or a TV show where extra ordinary casting and a very strong script makes not only the actors cry but also the audience, till now i have not figured the exact reason why everyone cry? Is it because the one who view the show are superb judges or is it they are forced to watch a stupid serial like that? I do not know, because i stick to watching animation series which i consider having far better logic to its so-called-competitors. Well, i do not know why i went out of topic, actually there is no topic! I do not know why am writing this, is it because i miss my home made food or is it because i am frustrated? Frustrated? Yes! That's why am writing! In another few minutes i will be leaving to the most irritating place in my campus, Mess. All of us would be looking as if we are so interested in the menu, as we would hold the plate which would eventually fail to qualify for the famous vessel-cleansing advertisement owing to the extra ordinary pressure the soap would have to clean it. Anyway, a friend of mine has been shouting my name for quite some time, not because he is ecstatic about going there, but because of the super-smelling and ultra-delicious food which is so eager to see the faces who are going to consume them. That is sarcasm, if you had not got it. Whatever, it is time to Run! Run where? One cannot escape. Pray that your belly gets filled without crying or at the worst case, imagine you are on a diet, except that you do not develop a Macho look. 

I hear Voices

So there it goes, second article in seven days! That’s quite a start. As I type this, I have a big grin on my face. Reason? You will soon find out. So there I was the other day, in my college canteen, waiting for my friend. Not that I was waiting for ‘company’ rather I wanted ‘funds’ to fill my belly which had been making sound for quite some time. A lot of sweet voices, rude, dull and at times, energetic voices along with different sounds, Oh wait! That was the sound of laughter, were received by my usually sleepy ears at a very busy time of the day. I tried my best to scan the faces which I could see, but all I could see were the ones which they kept in hand, ready to crush, munch and swallow them. Among one such eatable was the one, which I heard speaking, it was like ‘Please don’t bite me! And even if you did, make sure you don’t hurt me, I will make sure I taste good and also healttthhhhyyyy..’ that’s it, a girl who was holding it, ate it as if she had not seen food in months. I was sad that I could not hear the last few words of Mr. or is it Miss. Or whatever that eatable was. So I waited, it was getting crowded and I was dragged into a place where I never wanted to be, rather I could put it as ‘I was pushed’. I cursed the crowd, not for pushing me, but for dropping some food on the floor. Poor fella, I felt sorry for the ones who were dropped on floor as they were smashed and in turn vanished. The other side of canteen was quite a scene as I heard something from there too, ‘Dare not touch me dude! Hey you!! Take your hands off me, I said Back off! All of you. I will tear you down to pieecessss’ Oh wait! I never told you who spoke these words. These are not words from a human. Alright! There it is, I hear voice number 2 from the same species on the same day. But this time, it was seven on one, I mean, seven persons taking on a single..on a single.. Forget it, I do not remember the type. But it was still the same family of the one which had succumbed to death on the hands of a girl, who right now was flooding her belly with water, adding to the late (whatever)’s misery. After a horrific turn of events, the bell had rung, break over, chorus of ‘bye’ were heard all around me. I felt really depressed and lonely. Is it? No!! I felt really hungry and angry that my friend did not turn up, as I finished talking to myself, I heard a loud voice. There he was, my friend, my life came running to me as I was prepared to hug him, but wait! Does not this sound serious? Well actually it wasn’t. As he came running to me, I did not care about the lack of attendance in that subject which I had missed after the break, I did not care about the print out which I was about to take the next hour inspite of being penniless, I really had forgotten about the printout actually. All because of the joy of the starving belly which I could sense and then he came, he had run, so he bent down, for few seconds he said nothing before he exploded saying ‘G! Epo Treat?’. 

Active in being Lazy

So its been a while since i gave a post, now, coming back to the present , a Sunday morning-waking up late-skipping the breakfast scenario has been a truth about every hosteler's life. Till now, i have not figured a way to use the first day of the week to the fullest, actually have not tried to! A lazy morning can spoil your entire day's work, wait! do we have work? Ok, you need not answer. The first thing that one does here at my hostel just after brushing his teeth, sometimes even without doing that, is switching ON his laptop. Thereby, he gets busy, just for two minutes, before he finally finds his wires and a plug point to connect to his woofers and speakers and even before one eye has completely viewed the sunlight ( that is possible unless he covers his window with a totally opaque screen seeking privacy, Privacy?! What does a 20 year old worry about privacy? I do not know, and even if i did, i cannot discuss now, may be in my next article, you will get to know a bit, a bit-in-detail) so yes, and then that one eye suddenly opens owing to an unexpected sudden increase in the decibel level received by the ear drum, which had forced the control- The Brain, to alert all its organs and eye being one, simply obeys it to witness the cause and there it is, a beaming rock music by some artist , definitely not beiber. So why this stupid explanation , you might think?. The reason is, the pathetic scene which happens soon after this, Power Cut! Temporary Shut down for all laptops until power comes up, owing to the excessive draining of batteries pertaining to over usage of the portable PC in games. Over! Now what? nothing, everybody stares at each other, curses the EB as if an important piece of work had been affected. This post getting Lengthy, aint it? I know, but as I type this, a half day is over! Remaining half? Cannot be disclosed due to privacy! Am sorry, that was a bad joke. Anyway, nothing much in this post, just a getting-back-to-writing kind of practice. See you all in a PRIVATE post!