Archive for the ‘Life’ Category

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Formula One

May 3, 2010

I was reading IndInMan’s blog on ‘Learning’ the other day and I couldn’t help but think that sometimes you just need some wise guy with a philosophical bent of mind to come and tell you the right thing, however much you may not like it.

Bham! In the face. Here is your answer.

And immaturity might come in the way of understanding the true meaning of the words, but sooner or later one understands.

Harsha Bhogale talks about talent and hard-work in this fantastic speech at IIM Ahmedabad where he gives an apt example comparing SRT and Vinod Kambli. Both talented, but today they stand on different pedestals of Indian cricketing history. HB ends the speech with the famous Urdu lines,

Khudi ko kar buland itna, ke har taqdeer sey pehley,
Khuda bande sey poochey, bata teri raza kya hai.


(Raise thyself to such heights, That God Himself may Ask-
What do you wish me to write in your fate ?)

On a lighter note, yesterday I was listening to a recording from Udayan Kanade’s DSP lectures and I was joyfully taken back into that crammed class-room of BMCC. While UK delved into the concepts of convolution and filter kernels, I was enjoying the occasional wise-cracks coming from the class. As the class drew to an end, I recognized a few of the voices discussing the class. These were apna VIT/Vincent’s paltan (P, A of PANGS, WNIB and AT). Sheer nostalgia. Click below for the conversation.

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Life is a Beach – In Miami

January 10, 2010

Dhan te nan !!! A road trip planned to Miami for New Year’s eve. State College to Miami – over a 1000 miles drive one-way. Well, we (Enjoimaadi gang) had already done it once earlier in the year. Unplanned, and an unexpected adventure it was, from getting locked out of our apartment en route, to finding out that one of us had a driving license that had just expired and then finally reaching our destination at 5:30 am in the morning only to realize that we forgot to buy a birthday cake for our host.

But this was different. It was New Year’s. In 2007, 5 of us guys spent New Year’s eve at Times Square. And this time, Miami was where we were heading. Go Miami!

But as it usually transpires in all long trips, this one had its share of adventure, misunderstandings and extravaganza. We reached Florida without much ado and spent a delightful evening in Naples watching the beautiful sun-set on the beach. The next day we traveled further south into the Keys right up to Key West. On the snorkeling cruise that we embarked upon, yours truly ended up having sea-sickness and puked his guts out all over himself. Yucky you say. Yucky I felt.

I needed coffee, badly. Its funny, whenever I am in such dire straits, all I can think of is coffee. I guess something to do with caffeine and stress. Anyways, we got off the boat, a few of us itching with salt water all over and me stinking with puke all over. After coffee I felt much better, but a few of us felt that most of us needed a shower. Any guesses why?

We were miles away from our hotel. Where on earth (Key West) would we get shower facilities? The beach !!! So we headed over to the beach. It was well past 8 pm and it had started to get chilly. Now, for the uninitiated, these showers I am talking about are open showers. There is this 8 foot pillar with a nozzle attached at the top of it, and one just stands underneath it and takes a shower. I got out of the car, removed ‘most’ of my clothes and raced towards the shower. As I made my way towards the open shower I couldn’t but help remembering an antagonized Shanky’s remark, “All the way he comes from home to college, why… to go back home.” All the way I come to Florida… why … to take a shower at 8 pm in 10 degrees Celsius. Gah!!! But the shower did wonders to my appetite. We went to this awesome restaurant called Carolines and I ended up gobbling up a nice tasty shrimp delicacy. Bery tasty.

The next day was New Year’s eve. The disc that we had bookings for was very close to the beach, so we spent the entire day on South Beach, had a quick bite at a MacDs, changed into our evening wear and walked into the pub ready to rock the party that night. All of us hit the dance floor, for mid-night was fast approaching.

The DJ played Tonight’s going to be a good night just before the countdown to 2010. We all began to groove to the music. One beer later, I started doing the step SRK does in ‘Yeh Tara Woh Tara’ – the one where he hops around in ghoda-ghadi style. Most of the people quickly escaped from the dance floor. A second beer later, a ‘Main aisa kyon hoo’ step was attempted, only to find all the women disappear from sight. I stopped dancing and headed towards the rest-room to take some rest. Dancing can get exhausting.

It was time. I needed coffee. I needed to get out of the disc. I dashed out telling my friends I was going to get coffee. But, the problem with these dance pubs is that once you get out you cant get back in. Game over. Phitoosh.

So here I was sitting on the side-walk outside the disc, sipping my beloved coffee, contemplating on what to do next. I couldn’t get back in, and my friends were not getting out of that place. “Never confuse the unusual and the impossible”, was what Psmith always lectured about. Well, I had done just that. I made the mistake of assuming that all my friends would want coffee at the same time I wanted coffee. I had no option but to sip on my coffee while I waited for everyone to come out.

“Wake up Sid!”, I suddenly saw Mox standing next to me. Everyone was finally out. I got up and started to look for a cab that would take us back to the parking lot where our car was parked. Not a single cab stopped for us. They were already booked. All of us anxiously started ringing up local cab offices. But this was not State College. We were in Miami and it was New Years. The whole city was looking for cabs. It took us about an hour to get one cab. Half of our paltan got into the cab. The rest of us waited on to find another one. Half an hour later we were comfortably settled in a cab that zipped its way through the Miami traffic. We stopped at a pizza place to get some grub. I downed another cup of coffee too.

We finally reached our car in the parking lot. It had been a tiring day. I dozed off at the back of the car. We reached our hotel in the wee hours of the morning. The sun was rising. A new day was about to descend upon us. A new day to a new year. 2009 ended with vigour and in the end ‘All izz well… that ends well.’

Addendum (10th Jan 10):

Have recently started watching the series ‘How I Met Your Mother’ and today was watching the episode ‘The Limo’ where Ted organizes this awesome New Year schedule for all his friends in NYC. The story is fast-paced and I love it so far. The episode ends with Bob Saget (the future Ted) solitarily announcing that ‘Not every night has a happy ending but all of it is important, all of it was leading somewhere, because suddenly it was 2006 and 2006 was a big one.’

So bhaiyya … in the end ‘Aall izz well…’

Happy New Year.

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Of Dreams and More

November 9, 2009

It has been a while, hasn’t it? Well, the second-half of this year has not shied away from making me feel as if I have been sitting upside down in some roller-coaster of sorts.

But today, things have been mellow. The weather was unbelievably fantastic for a day in November. Close to 20 degrees C, sunny and blue skies. Went for a jog with friends and ended up running close to 5 km. Hope the weather stays like this for some more time. Could do with some much-needed exercise.

A few days ago, Life Rules posted a real cool post. Funky tune and brilliant lyrics. And then on Saturday, I saw another beautiful post on a friends FB wall. Its a short movie called Struck (click here to watch it) which definitely struck a chord somewhere. And close to the end of the movie, a soundtrack begins to play that struck me some more. Posting the complete version sung by Israel Kamakawiwo.


The year is drawing to a close.The next step beckons. And as this post draws to an end, I am reminded of that brilliant song from that brilliant movie. Watch Prabhudeva at the end doing his version of the song.

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The V@gina Monologues

February 8, 2009
The other day, as I sat in the bus wondering what plans to make for the weekend, I noticed the local paper had this on its front page.

Love was in the air, Venus shone brightly in the sky and an interesting play at the Schwab Auditorium. Sounded like a perfect potpourri of events. So we went for it.

And what a play it was !!! At the start of the play, the narrator requested the audience to switch off their mobile phones. She added, “Sorry ladies, no vibrators today!”

An annual event here at Penn State, Eve Ensler’s V@gina Monologues is an Obie Award-winning play made up of a number of monologues which all relate to woman sexuality in some way or the other. A subtle mix of humour, satire and eroticism, the play had the entire hall (dominated by women) mesmerised and in splits of laughter.

On the brochure handed over to us during the play, the director Shana Lombardi had written a beautiful article. An excerpt from the same:

“Tonight, laugh, cry, let your minds be open, and let your toes curl. But when the curtain closes, remember to take with you the spirit of The Vagina Monologues: the self confidence and the common bonds, the means of connecting to the important women in your life, and supporting each other. Remember to let creativity and love flourish in opposition of violence.”

The event is in fact a part of a global movement called V-Day, launched by Ensler in 1998, which works to stop violence against women and girls, including rape, battery, incest, female genital mutilation and sexual slavery. V-Day has raised over sixty million dollars for women’s anti-violence groups.

Apparently the play seems to be a huge hit in India too, and I am looking forward to see that one too, whenever opportunity offers a chance.

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Lessons in Love

February 5, 2009
Last Valentine’s Day, I had posted this which included a really sweet song from Satte Pe Satta. Well, with less than 10 days to go for V-day, here is another song from the same movie. Watch the ‘Dream Girl’ give a few tips to her eagerly listening saalas.
I love the sequence where the hero – none other than Big B -comes in and surprises the heroine at the end.
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For a Few Dollars More

July 2, 2008

Yesterday a couple of friends and I were strolling back home when we decided to get some quick groceries done. As we browsed around the aisles, my friend – who had just finished off at the gym – picked up a huge can of water and started to gulp down the nectar of life to quench his thirst. We began to tease him saying that he would have to pay a dollar for that entire can of water and he could have waited till we got home.

Ironically, today afternoon at lunch, I happened to be googling ‘Swades’ and chanced upon this heartwrenching scene from the movie. Beautifully shot, this scene still brings a tear to the eye.

The coin exchanges hands…
The child counts his ‘pachees paise’s…
The camera slowly pans upwards as the train gradually draws out of the station…..

‘Paani lo paani, Pachees paise ka ek glass’

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V-here are you?

February 14, 2008

Here is a V-deo that is apt for the day. Reminded me of Rose Day at college. The choice of song is also perfect. Took me a couple of times of watching to actually share the sentiments of the protagonist. Poor chap. I only wish the ending had been a bit better. He missed out on a real looker.

And if that were not enough do check out the original

Thought for the day: Make love and play safe.