Those small pleasures


Diwali just ended and the only question everyone asked me was "Did you burst crackers this time??". Most people of my age think that bursting crackers after a certain age is immature and childish.Its quite not upto "their" standards to burst crackers after becoming "Adults". All of a sudden "they" become environmental friendly and start the "I am the next Menaka Gandhi" campaign. "These" people fail to experience the big pleasures hidden in these small things.
Watching a rocket fly high in the sky, throwing a lighted Bbijli cracker in the air and watch it burst, lighting an atom bomb and waiting for it to explode, the feeling of euphoria after hearing a 10000 wala burst, convincing a kid that there is nothing dangerous in bursting a cracker, pestering your parents for more crackers. I could and still can experience humble pleasures from all these small,so called "insignificant" and "childish" things.As for "those" people, they can't even enjoy these humble pleasures even if they want to and search for it,as they are very "mature" and "cultured", unlike me.

350 reasons as to y I go more insane by the day.

1.I watch "laaga chunari mein daag" in fast forward at 12 in the night.( believe me, there was no chunari and no daag anywhere on it...).It is the next most pathetic movie i've ever watched after "aafrica dalli sheela" and "kaal".All I could comprehend from the movie was:-
* All advertising men drop meyonese on themselves while eating burgers.
* All whores who know hanuman chaalisa end up marrying a man whom they have met in swizerland.
*Konkana Sen Sharma looks pretty in a skirt too.

2. At 21, i get the kicks out of lighting bijli crackers in my hand, throwing them in the air and watch them burst.

3. Its 1.15 in the night and I treat myself to some delicious home made chocolates on hearing that Anil Kumble has been made the next Indian test captain.

4.I am so jobless that I blog at 1.20 in the night.

5. And i've forgotten the remaining 345 reasons as to y I go insaner by the day.
PEACE

I am a.....
11.30 on a sunday morning and the jobless me takes this test which tells me I am a emo kid. If you are utterly jobless as me, then i suggest you take up the test as well and leave your results on my comments.
P.S. This test proves to the readers that I am not arrogant and rational... [:P].This test also gives you an idea about with whom you can probably get along with.So if I am "THE ONE", please email me at nkaundinya@yahoo.com
THUMBA THANKS.....

Your Score: Emo Kid

You are 0% Rational, 42% Extroverted, 14% Brutal, and 28% Arrogant.

You are the Emo Kid, best described as a quiet pussy! You tend to be an intuitive rather than a logical thinker, meaning you rely more on your feelings than your thoughts. Not only that, but you are introverted, gentle, and rather humble. You embody all the traits of the perfect emo kid. You are a push-over, an emotional thinker, gentle to the extent of absurdity, and so humble that it even makes Jesus puke. (And Jesus almost never pukes, being immortal and not requiring an act of puke to dispell toxins from his corporeal manifestation.) If you write poetry, you no doubt write angsty, syrupy lines about depression, sadness, and other such redundant states of emo-being that go something like this:

life is a spike / upon which i have impaled mysefl / fuck you dad

So, your personality is defective because you are too gentle, rather underconfident in yourself, decidely lacking in any rational thought, and also a bit too inhibited. Plus, your poetry really upsets your father.

I probably made you cry, didn't I? Fucking Emo Kid.

To put it less negatively:

1. You are more INTUITIVE than rational.

2. You are more INTROVERTED than extroverted.

3. You are more GENTLE than brutal.

4. You are more HUMBLE than arrogant.

Compatibility:

Your exact opposite is the Smartass.

Other personalities you would probably get along with are the Hippie, the Televangelist, and the Starving Artist.

PRO-JEKT (for some reason i like 'K' more than 'C' )
Ok....so i finally made it "officially" into my final year of engineering.Just when i try and relax the final year of my engineered engineering, suddenly some joker in the class comes up with a brain wave of starting a projekt early in this sem itself....!! Ok...you choose 4 people,form a team and search for a project....sounded simple....as i was like the dumb amongst the dumbest blokes in class...i had little choice, so i join a group of 3 highly enlightened,energetic,eccentric,enraged,endangered,enlightened (ok...i dont know any more adjectives starting from E) individuals and the 4 of us start looking for a new projekt.(the one which we were supposed to work on got scrapped thanks to one idiot who gave that idea in the first place...!!). All right,coming to the GROUP as such, 4 people who have absolutely no regard for each other and other people in general, go in search of what SUITS them rather than what they fit into.

The Thinker.
He is like supposed to be the pillar of the group (both physically and physcologicaly).The who gets in the ideas (even before we have a projekt), the MAN who leads from the front, the MAN who is gonna get into IIM-B next year, the MAN who is like the GURU.....the MAN who cant decide upon or agree to a single bloddy thing...!!

The Talker.
He is supposed to be like the FOUNDATION of the group(owing to his immense mass and a pot belly which gives a complex to all unclejis in India).Thanks to him, we go out on the pretext of searching for a projekt and return home eating masala dosas and kachori's.He talks the talk,walks the walk and hogs the hog (it doesn't rhyme,but still...).And he is like the 2nd brainest guy after the thinker in the group.

The Smoker.
He is like the un-official mascot for Goldflake Kings. He is supposed to be a little less dumber than me in academics.Given a chance he will sell a spice SIM card even to our project guide at a discounted rate even though he dosen't have a cell phone.He swings both ways (that is towards the talker and thinker) when it comes to agreeing on something.And he has like flunked the same number of subjects as i have.

The FUC***
He is like the most un-interested,un-involved person in the group.He gives ideas and advice to other people on their projekts even though he lacks one.His ideas are never agreed upon for god knows what reason.He has never met his projekt guide till date.He talks to everyone about the projekt except to his group mates. He is still hasn't got a job and is hopelessly jobless.He is again broke and has exactly 80rs in his purse.He still does not have a projekt, but he can blog about it at 12.30 in the night even though he knows he has to go to all women's college the next day on the pretext of some training he has no idea about.And he still doesn't get more than 10 comments by different people in his blog...!!!
P.S. No individuals,animals or things, living or dead were harmed during the search for a projekt by the 4 individuals.

Logic...

Of what use is the rainbow to the sky..??
What joy does it bring to make paper boats and watch them float on rain drenched roads...??
What does one get out of watching a sun set behind the hills...??
Sometimes logic seems so illogical.They say it is a soul thing, ask those people who have lost theirs....!!!

Hmm...“Someone who thinks the world is always cheating him is right. He is missing that wonderful feeling of trust in someone or something.”
-Eric Hoffer(American Writer)

And...He thought he had found the "Shining path....", little did he know that it was just a mirage..


Dark clouds still hover over.........and He thinks the grass might be greener the other side...


And HE waits for the wind to blow to set sail again......to what HE thinks are calmer seas.......
(pics by me. Taken enroute to kerla and in kerla.Click on the pics for a enlarged view)

Who is...??
Who was the second man on the moon..?? Who won the second prize in the lottery...?? Who is the runner-up in the world cup...?? They said that the winner takes the spoils....,but someone also said "The real hero is always a hero by mistake; he dreams of being an honest coward like everybody else".
Who is a hero..?? Is he the person who conquers his urges,or is he the one who conquers his ambitions...??Every hero has a tragedy behind him....every great deed has a crime behind it...But still....we need heros.....After all,we all have an ace up our sleeves,don't we..??

And he walks again....

The man with no name walks into the sunset again
no trails left behind...only the dust to tell his story...

The wind caresses him one last time.....
and he walks again...

Some of the kid things I missed out on.....!!!!!
When I was quite young,I thought mohammad azharruddin was the greatest man alive(and i still believe he is.)The only problem was,azhar did not drink boost...!!! nor horlicks nor complan and neither did I..!!!!(ok,I drank milo because it gave the most number of freebees...!!) How i wish i could attribute all my batting prowess to a 200ml of brown slimy,stinking liquid held in a red cup...!! How I wish everytime i unzipped my pants,I could shout out to the whole world "I am a complan boy..".The increase in the decible level would be directly proportional to the increase in my manliness...!!! [:P].How I wish I grew taller,stronger and sharper(ahem...!!) and go upang-gapang-chapang (remember that shit..!??) and jump around like a kangaroo in heat with a white moushtache of horlicks(ewwww....!!).I always wished I could check- mate my opponent and say "G mane,genius" holding up a parle-g biscuit.For me,the biscuit remained the same,but the annotation for G changed to "G mane,gan**".We never used "priya gold sunflower oil" at home,or else even my class teacher would have come home to discover what my health secret was......!!!.Writing this,I realise how poor I was growing up.If i was not a boy,i would have nothing to play with.....!!!!!!! (ok..the last sentence is copied from somewhere)

CATCHER
I am about to finish the 25th chapter in this book,The catcher in the rye,which is all about this phoney people and all.The book is so goddamn funny that i laugh like a bastard while reading every chapter of it and all.I got this book after asking around for it like for some 10 years.When people say "I will get it for you as soon as I get my hands on it" that kills me....yeah it really kills me.Writing this makes feel depressed and all.You know,i feel sort of depressed when i am about to come to the ending of any book(especially if it is a pirated book.I am like this anti-piracy "and give the author his due" and all sometimes..).Its not because i don't want to the book to end and all,but,its like very depressing to give one his/her book back after enjoying the book.Its not that I don't want to give the book back and all,but,its sort of depressing to give someone a very good book which is not yours.I know i sound very corny writing this and all as its not what I write.I am not telling what I write is very moronic and all but its just that i don't write like the way I am writing this.And if some phoney says that i write well,well that kills me...it really does.....!!!
P.S.The readers (if any),this is the way catcher is written and if one has read the book,then he/she/he-she will understand what I mean to convey.The words like corny,phoney,bastard etc are taken form this book.

Oho hange...
Reality is the name we give to our disappointments.

ANNIE'S SONG (John Denver)

You fill up me senses like a night in a forest
Like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses come fill me again.

Come let me love you, let me give my life to you
Let me drown in your laughter, let me die in your arms
Let me lay down beside you, let me always be with you
Come let me love you, come love me again.

...Let me give my life to you
Come let me love you, come love me again.

You fill up my senses like a night in a forest
Like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses, come fill me again.

Slipping Through Your Fingers(trickbaby)

Hurrying to catch my comet
No destination shown - I wanna get on it
Taking a day trip from this tragic kingdom
Give myself a small safe taste of freedom

To live forever is my new fascination
Coming back’s my inspiration

A two-way choice. A cynic or believer
Make the wrong decision watch life slipping through your fingers

Worrying about my reputation
How I’m gonna get out this situation
Faith in control of my destiny
Nobody’s gonna get the better of me

Heyy Baby.........
The tag line goes "All men are not DOGS"... who cares?? I am still a 16 year old kid......!!!
Sajid Khans directorial has made me realize a few very important things...
*Australia is all about sexy thighs,gravity defining clevages,2 piece bikinis and horny men.
*Australian women like to sleep with men who wear teddy bear costumes (ok,where do u get them..!?)
*23 pairs of silky starlet legs and perfect neck lines in a Australian bar is the best way to shoot a music video for a movie..!!
*Dangerous liaisons happen only at posh,high fundoo punjabi weddings.
*3 men in heat can be responsible fathers after being made to do all the baby chores.
*I still have not overcome my adolescent fantasy of long legged,long haired,waxed and blue eyed blonds.
*Vidya balan looks good only in a saree and katrina kaif(sigh sigh sigh...)would have done a better role than her.
*Some kids are soooooooooooooooooo cute that they make even chauvinist pigs like me go mellow mellow and want to hug them.
*Some 100 men can go hysterical at 12 in the morning after seeing sharukh "CHAK-de" khan for 2mins on the big screen.
*AND NOT TO PURCHASE TICKETS FOR YOUR CLASSMATES WHO DO NOT PAY THE MONEY BACK...(ASSHOLES......!!!)P.s.those assholes dont even read this blog...!!!

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Yet another day and yours truely is sitting as usual in front of the PC staring at the smudged finger prints on the 15" monitor.He has been asked to stop using GRE/CAT words in his so called blog.He obliges as dictionary.com is down for the day,and so is thesarus.com.
*He has suddenly developed a fetish for the flimsy and kinky pictures on the cover pages of james hadley chase and nick carter books.
*He thinks smileys on yahoo messenger are the next best thing invented after the internet and internet piracy.
*He thinks all spectacled girls are brainless.
*He thinks parachute advanced hair oil makes hair of all girls silky and smooth.
*He still thinks 2 of his classmates are gay.
*He thinks Azhar is the greatest batsman till today to play for india and rahul dravid is a schmuck.
*He continues to watch saregamapa and indian idol knowing very well that his favorite contestant will not win.
*He still hates shekhar on saregamapa.
*He is desperately broke again.
*He is still jobless........
*He is still thinking for a title for this post......!!!!

COACH-ed
Eons seemed to have passed since the last time I traveled to bangalore by train (thanks to the uber-costly and on time buses...!!).Off late,there seems to be a feeling of "EXPRESSED" disdain between me and the humble rattler.Be it the express or the shuttle,each train to banglore had its own cacophony of drills which made the journey more smitten from time time.
Be it the regular government employees or the blind lottery ticket seller,each had its own romance.Who can forget the alluring smell of the "MADDUR VADE" or the mad rush to get the hottest "MASALA DOSE" at the maddur railway station...?? or the ever-smiling face of the "kadale kai" vendor and his soiled yellow shirt...?? The mad hanky throwing by all the uncles to catch the window seat farthest from the toilet.... the beckoning smell of the pantry....my adolescent fantasy of a beautiful damsel sitting next to me in the train....the hatred towards the people who stood smoking near the foot-boards....the casual talk with the co passengers which in-evitabily turned towards circket....and the awkward smell of the train which seemed to stick to my clothing but which sure was "oh so indian" to me..... Typing this,I vow to take a train to bangalore the next time I go there,but alas...I will surely be TOO BUSY and will take the rickety bus to be Bangalored........!!

Road Trip....

"It is not down in any map; true places never are"

Had been on a small road trip to a place near the back waters of the Krishnaraja Sagar Dam (KRS) . Here are some snaps I took.
Here is where the venugopalswami temple was relocated from the dam which was submerged when the dam was built.The magnificent 12th century Venugopalaswamy temple, relocated on the backwaters of Hosakannabadi village is a treat to the eyes. Here are some pics of the old temple which was submerged and the same temple which has been relocated now.This relocation was possible thanks to an enterprising businessman.....!!!

The relocated and renovated Temple VS The Submerged temple



Here are some of the other snaps I clicked............!!!

He said.......

He said he was an optimist who saw a rainbow in every sky.... but he realised being colour blind was more colourfull......
He said “I'm a pessimist because of intelligence, but an optimist because of will” he was a hedonist by being human...

"I failed to match my dreams of perfection. So I rate myself on the basis of my splendid failure to do the impossible." (William Faulkner)

Pet-ER MOORE-s....
Peter Moores, England's coach, believes that stump microphones should be turned down during Tests so players can sledge each other without the audience hearing.
Ok Mr.Moores, agreed that the ENGLISH (ahem...) want more out of cricket and cricketing as compared to the usual fish and chips,the Ascot dresses,those 100 euro hats and the "oh my MOMA could Bat better than him..."s. So, to spice up your diction and the diction of your boys...here is a list of incessent chatter your players can indulge during the course of the next test match.

1. Micheal Vaughn to Zaheer...
"My daughter is older than isha sharvani......."

2.Matt prior to dinesh karthik (while karthik is batting)
"DHONI DHONI DHONI DHONI DHONI DHONI...."

3.Ian Bell to Sachin
"your bell or mine...!??"

4.Monty to dhoni..
" do u condition your facial and BODILY (read crotch) hair too..!??"

5.Peterson to Sreesanth..
"How is Andre Nel nowadays...!??"

6.Cook to Ganguly..
" People say I am charming.. I used to charm snakes for a living before..."

7. Tremlet to Jaffer (after getting jaffer out one more time )
"Is it your batting or my height that is making the difference...!?? "

8. Collingwood to Laxman..
"are you really going bald or is it because of the selectors PICKING (at) you...??"

9. Sidebottom to R.P.Singh
" FUCK YOU..." (and singh would have thought that it was an appeal...!!)

10. Finally..Mr.MOORES himself to our very YOUNG and energetic team manager ( I forgot his name btw....!!)
" Is it the english summer or do u really suffer from anorexia..!?? "

I am sooooooo jobless that i have started blogging on people whose names i cant comprehend or pronounce or spell....!! (and also i was not allowed to write yet another company on campus.... :P)