A THOROUGH journey through________

they say it takes 21 days to form a habit..and i agree to it.
yes dear and near ones just heed to this adage and you are there..
you can get yourself done away with some addicted stuffs ,
though it is quite painful in its budding stage..

well we are lazy enough to grab the opportunities knocking
on our doors and repent afterwards..you just cant feel the
heat of some hit then but it wud late then once its flimsy
presence enables a shudder to pass through your body...

life is full of shocks and I think we have lost the pleasure
of getting hurt..we are now shameless enough and that too
to such an extent where foreign particles no more possess
the properties of aching our hearts..how is it possible??
we are, perhaps, no more left with the roots of
emotions,pain,love and hatred anymore.
man versus machine no longer holds true..hats off to the
adjustment cells present in us.they know the deals better..
they lay the trap for us to forget the past and live in the
present without thinking of the future.. i dont understand
the maze of things that i am into right now
but.. yes this seriously corresponds to the complex system
of life..is the heart left with the only functioning of
pumping blood thereby draining out all sorts of feelings??
or is it that there was overdose of some pains that we
just are not able to look into things events and different
plots of life.

i dnt know whether it is something desirable or not but it
seriously is putting our hearts under deep scrutiny..its tenderness....

everything & M O R E .................

woh khoon kaho kis matlab ka jisme ubal ka naam nahi
woh khoon kaho kis matlab ka jo aa sake desh ke kaam nahin.....


happy independence day...

the sole phrase dat binds ur ears the entire day..
no doubt we all derive immense pleasure in yelling
yes we are Indians..but we all can put one step
forward in showing the world what stuff we are
and choking the nations to have a better opinion
of our nation..
well how many people really took genuine interests
in the national celebration..for them it was a good
long day to relax..partying with friends,and watching
KAMINEY.. in multiplexes paying a hefty price
for some real scrap movies (ANYWAYS KAMINEY IS GOOD)
and one bucket of priceless popcorn.. well this is justified
ki we work and we earn and we have every right to enjoy
ourselves the way we want..but why do we forget
then that there are others who are suffering every
moment rite out there ..just because GOD HAS NOT
BEEN KIND TO THEM. Dont u think its already time
we realise ki we are the ones who can carve a
better, beautiful and bold INDIA.
we cannot leave everything to the govt. it is just
not possible. we just cant expect the govt. to tackle
each and every problem smoothly.. everythng is
SARKARI. then there is a lot of static out dere...
and generations wud pass before we can catch a sight
of the developed india as envisaged by the great Kalam.
we can embed in us the thought of the nation, our very own India.

look at the disparity in the earnings of people..some
have properties of 1000's of crores and adding a new
hummer, or new porsche every other day
while shockingly 80% of the population dnt get enough
to eat..
we are all thankful to god ki how lucky we are..
each and every dream of ours gets fulfilled ..the number
of different brands of apparels found in our closets,
number of nike,reebok or woodland footwears lining
our shoeracks, to having 3-4 lappys in each house ,
eating in kfc's and mcdonalds to having number of
rooms more than number of members in the family
to each and every comfort more than what an average
individual needs in reality and then dere are those
children who have to put on the same piece of cloth
for years together and ask them whether they know
how a dairy milk tastes like? And do they have the
privilege to put down their feelings in blogs..and the
lakhs of senior citizens who dnt have a house to live
in nor liberty to live with..





we can and we must make a difference..the root of all
problems being poverty..we need to wipe it out before
its offsprings like corruption and terrorism engulf our
country like anything.
we can bring out a change in the development index of
our country . Can't a single well-to-do individual take
the responsibility of a needy to some extent.. what are
you waiting for?? dont you want to see a smile on each
and every Indian..and this wud be the day when we can
proudly say that we all belong to independent india,free
from every evil that has ever surfaced..


well me awaiting my first salary to hopefully give me some
impetus to be serious in efforts regarding this..

'RUF' & 'TUF'

its time for a new beginning. this is what I thought...

but the days that followed were the real nightmares for

me...the days are unforgettable for villainous reasons..

those were the pathetic days..i dint knw how the thngs

folded and the then unfolding of events. what?? why?? how??

i knw some may never forgive me..but everyone had their

own shares of mistakes..anyways to err is human..

the biographies of people involved changed forever..

even the google map cant trace us out of the ever

tangling routes that we were into..i got to realise the

meaning of trust and betrayal..and these two simple words

have so much weightage attached to them..they can themselves

be a part of the curriculum during one's graduation...

the happy-go-lucky lad was left stranded alone for days.

what he thought to be the STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN eventually

got converted into the HIGHWAY TO HELL...

he had to bite his f***ing tongue for long..this boy who

always moved out of happiness moved for happiness. and

the weeping part, how can I forget it..oohhhhhh it was

real horrible...some people made fun of the cornball....

i think dose who dont knw how to weep dnt knw how to

laugh with their hearts out even..he was then in

search of some sort of moorings..but......

and to mention not one thing he developed was an

acquaintance with the concept of fair weather friend..

and deeply got familarised with the feathers of such

creatures..

tracking the things back is indeed painful.everything

sounds like a pencil sharpener..

finally breathing a sigh of relief...ufffffooooo...

jst check out for the time

and date of this posting

..wat a co-incidence..

"..memorable MEMO.."

those were the days

when Craziness drove us into ABYS(s)

well thats our crew name

and we will remain the same, we promise.

for who we are

it wont be difficult for u to surmise

four years was always a big deal

but unfailing good vibrations for years takes us by surprise.

the rabri, the pattish, the appy

we devoured

sharing sweet's titbit every dinner

are small little things to be savored.

the bittered booze nite

is indeed there to stay for days

but our final ride on a windy evening

garnished a perfect end,this is what our heart says.

this recaps our journey so far

well how ionic was our bond

this is rooted in us layer after layer.

the moments spent together

we the awesome threesome

will cherish them forever..

now dat we have parted away

but the gtalk group chat

i hope will prv handy in the way.

to pen everything down

is indeed a daunting task

but when is it that we meet next?

IS THE THING NEAR GOD, WE OUGHT TO ASK.

il buono, il brutto, il cattivo.

The title seems a bit awkward isn't it? Its actually the name of an

epic Italian film..what is its english version.? Any guesses.??

Some days back, I and my friend were going through the IMDB site

checking the ratings of different movies.While going through the

page of the movie"THE GOOD,THE BAD AND THE UGLY",

(hmmm.. you got it, this is the English version), the above Italian

thing appeared and it enticed me to use it somewhere in my blog.

Moreover, I was thinking of writing something about cricket..but

i was in a dilemma what should I write of it? Everyone knows

everything about it. But look at the hand of time. India's early

exit from T-20 World Cup made my job easy.

I thought why not combine these Italian and Indian pieces and

come out with some interesting stuff. The Good, the Bad and

the Ugly and the Indian cricket team. It sounds really funny.

coming to the good part----

Everyone does it, so do I, i.e. we all(barring a few) love watching

cricket, be it be test matches, ODIs or 20-20.and we follow it

religiously. And I have been doing so for the last 15 years that

too with full dedication and devotion. But the single reason for

this has been Sachin,the man with a magic wand. It is the

Sachin connection that makes us sit glued to the idiot box

(as they say) for hours together.I just can't imagine cricket

without Sachin.This is the man who aroused in us the passion for

gully cricket. Thanks to Indian cricket for gifting us with such

a genius. We cudnt have asked for anything better.Thanks again.

My love for Sachin is eternal..I am very superstitious when it

comes to the moment when Sachin bats. the sitting position

that I assume when he begins his batting remains the same as

long as he stays at the wicket and I have experienced it

umpteen times that a minor modification in my position or

slightest surfing of channels between the overs leads to his

dismissal, and whenever I have tried to amend it, some

unavoidable circumstances force me, and I feel helpless.

SORRY SACHIN,BUT i REALLY LOVE you a lot. The pace

with which the heart pumps blood when he is at the crease,

is beyond the reach of a doctor's stethoscope.

The elegance with which he bats, I simply am fond of it.

But the most heart-breaking innings of Sachin has been his duck

against the then not-so-mighty aussies during a supersix

encounter in 1999 world cup.

bad part----

I dnt like when Sachin is ignored. Grrrrrrrrr... I dont like it.The

T-20 WorldCup victory will always be a happening thing in the

annals of Indian cricket but for the Sachin fan club all around, it

was never a chill pill just because there was no Sachin in the team then.

Everybody talks about whether Sachin is a match-winner or not?

They say Sachin fails in crucial matches and finals..

Why do they forget that it is this Sachin who helps them reach

the finals..and it is him who initiates it with his delicate drives

and tactful leg-glances. Start of an innings is as important as

its finish and his innings since time immemorial has been aiding

the so-called match winners to finish it up for India.It will be a

sorry-state of affair if I go on defending him.

But for you out and out critics of Sachin,

www.sachinandcritics.com would provide you the necessary

cure from your typo of dyslexia.

What will happen when the pied piper of the team calls it a day?

The very feeling leaves me dumb and nerveless..

Oh God just fulfill his dream of winning a WORLD -CUP before the

legend bids adieu to all Sachin addicts. This would be the befitting

swan song for the one and only Sachin. So, 2011 is the year to

watch out for..

and now the ugly part----

this is meant for the players,BCCI,media and above all the people

of India.

I dnt know what is the problem with the cricket lovers.. why are

they not empathetic enough. A team cannot win all the times..

there has to be up and down.. Haan sometimes it hurts, but it is

then when the team fails to deliver as professionals just like in

the ongoing T-20 World Cup.

The loss would definitely serve as a lesson for Dhoni. Dhoni,you

forgot to do the groundwork properly. You probably thought

that each and every stroke of yours would prove to be a

masterstroke. Its good-bye time for LadyLuck now.

Rather than working hard in the nets to fight back their nemesis

of short-pitched delivery,your team indulged themselves in

shopping.

Shame on you and your team, the way you surrendered in each

and every match,you people horribly lacked professionalism.

And then you start blaming IPL and fatigue factors,these are

the signs of sore losers. And Dhoni remember you are no Sachin,

so dnt take ur place in the team for granted.

Last but not the least,the blame game played by the players of

yester-years. Why do they come out with such reckless comments

once the team starts losing. And the media enjoys the coverage

of such interviews and columns. These people speak as if they

had won numerous matches for the team. Atleast the present

bunch of players have brought a sea-change in the attitude of

other teams towards India.

Anyways,where the men in blue are concerned the unexpected

always happens.

This is the story so far that brings out the good, bad and ugly

segments of our TEAM INDIA.

I forgot to mention one thing, just lend an ear to the soundtrack

of THE GOOD,THE BAD AND THE UGLY..You will realise how

familiar you are with the track.

Stifled Safari...

When the entire world is sleeping.. and parenthetically you are not

in that league,that is you are having sufficient time in your folder,

but circumstances act as anti-soporific agent ,then what can one

expect. The time aptly describes the period before the break of

the day and I was a victim to it a few days ago..

When my bread and butter of tomorrow is making a call for all

necessary documents, I had no other options but to proceed

towards my so-called Alma mater of tomorrow.

Even before the birds start chirping,the bus from my place

reaches Rourkela.The only question that was troubling me

prior that day (more specifically this Sunday) ki where would

I go,once I reach there because I don't have any room in the

hostel to claim for anymore and my future colleagues were to

reach there at 7 in the morning.

While the Indian students were suffering racist attacks in the

land of kangaroos,I myself was being traumatised in my own

land, that too on account of some trivial issues.Well one thing

that I could not digest was the victory of Roger Federer.While

the entire world was going gaga over his win, I was in the mood

of hitting some Federer's fan real hard. I desperately wanted

him to lose. Even many friends of mine have edited their orkut

stat message jst like this

"All hail Roger Federer." and

"He is FANTASTIC, He is FABULOUS, He is FENOMENAL,

He is FEDERER....." to quote some.

Perhaps the above man missed out some other F-words for his

favorite Federer.

Well I was in the midway of my journey. So I had to spent

around 3 hrs alone in a supposed unknown place that too before

dawn. I reached Rourkela at 4:15 in the morning.

Seeing the time,my sixth sense,as usual(except on the days of

important exams) chucked out a plan for me for the seemingly

endless hours to come.

I straightaway headed towards our very dear Ms. Mamta

Banerjee's second home i.e. the railway station. This is the

only place where life never ends.Seeing the rush around,

the pale face of yesterday was suddenly lighted with a

feeling of enthusiasm.I moved from one platform to the other

looking at different trains leaving in opposite directions

pondering about a blunder I had made at this place a few

months back(this one I will be sharing in my posts to come).

Then I sat and had a nice cup of tea. That was simply superb.

All hardcore coffee lovers, please try this out the next time

because the station is the NICEST place for a cup of tea

(rather a glass of tea).

Next when i heard my mobile ringing it was just 5:30..It was

a call from my sweethome. With another one and half hours

to go,I thought newspaper would prove a worthy companion

then. But to my disappointment all magazine stalls were yet

to surface.I thought of walking back to the bus stand where

my friends would arrive. But laziness crept in.

I then preferred the obsolete rickshaw over the ubiquitous auto

for this segment of my journey, just because I wanted the

PRECIOUS time to make a real fast move.

A ride in a rickshaw, this is something I got to enjoy again after

a real funny experience I had with one of my friends,probably

in this calendar year .( Mr. friend, Do you remember??)

But what am I doing sitting in a rickshaw? I am not an avid

appreciator of the graceful nature.But saying this I don't

disagree with the fact that one cannot escape the radiant sun

and the eternal wind.

But, wait, you haven't heard the end..

The icing on the cake for the morning was when I was found

reading a newspaper under a banyan tree, the place where

I had never sat even in my 4 years of engineered life.

(Remember the banyan tree at Sector-2)......