(N)Ice Fall...

Another weekend has set upon me, and with it a couple more days have vanished from my so called "countdown to extinction". I ended up visiting Boston though.

Since the late night thanksgiving excursion to NYC, watching people skate their heart out in the ice skating rink at Bryant Park, I was itching for my own first bout with ice and my wish was to be fulfilled this time. I reached the "Frog Pond" after a rather loooong walk in the Boston downtown. I have no idea why the skating rinks are called ponds here, and further clueless about the frog part in this one. Whatever the case , may the frogs rest in their frozen graves in the pond!! Well there I was ,about to enter the skating area, with a zilch of an idea about ice skating in particular and any other forms of skating in general. Though as a by stander it didn't look like some rocket science.In fact it looked fairly easy, and pretttty cool, people doing all sorts of antics to top it all. But the moment I stepped on the ice, it was pretty clear to me that I may not be able to do this ....ever. Hanging to my dear life which in this case was the fence surrounding the pond, I succeeded in making a complete ass out of myself to start with. But then as I started getting the laps under my belt , it dawned upon me that may be at some point in time even I might be able to do it. The dead frogs must surely have had a laugh riot in their graves watching my antics over their heads for those 3 hours. But in the end when I finally got out of my skating boots all blue and black, I was really thrilled by the experience, it was like learning to walk all over again. Although I am really not sure of my own reactions when I first learned to walk ages ago, alas I was too young to remember.

My tryst with snow and ice is gonna continue this weekend too when I hit the real thing. I am going skiing for the Christmas break. Wish me so that I may return victorious , conquering the Pocono Mountains.

Escape...Again!!

Twice in a day is something…but I have my reasons and they are compelling enough for me to write this one too and post it today itself. And yes, I am going to write about the so called compelling reasons here.
At the time of posting the last one, when I went to my page to cross check if everything was alright, there staring right into my face was the date today December 10th. And then it struck me, that it is kinda special today. Well apart from my best pal Sunit’s birth day, someone else has got older today. My ThunderBird. My beloved bike. It’s completing its 2 years in my ownership, albeit on paper for most of the time. But we have had our fair share of moments together and we do have that chemistry thing going, Sufficient enough that I refer it as a companion. I remember writing a post for the same reasons last year, in fact right after I put this one up, I will go and read it.
It is kinda strange though how an inane object can become so special for someone. And I am not being weird here when I call my bike a companion or something, most if not all of us have certain non – living things they feel very close too. I will stick to my gender here, because the fairer sex I truly fail to understand, they almost seem to operate in a parallel universe which although has the same physical and psychological appearance but still has an entirely different set of laws governing it, definitely not Newtonian. Most of the guys are very touchy about there motorbikes, me obviously being one of them, some have their computers/laptops and so on and so forth. And it’s not just the sense of ownership that I am talking about here. It’s the feeling of being one with the thing. Almost love.
And so now that I have entirely digressed from the topic that I had originally had in mind, I will put in my closing remarks. And in that I would like to quote myself….
”And the world was my play ground so to say….and from that day on it has become my escape…”

PS : Although my fingers are aching now, its Fade to Black on the guitar right now!!

Four Leaf Clover...

Listening to No Leaf Clover, original composition by Metallica, re-recorded on acoustic by none other than yours faithfully. The daring feat was performed on a late Friday night a couple of days ago. Since the time I have started to learn this amazing instrument known as the guitar, I have always wanted to play these insane riffs, and now to be able to pluck at least a few of them is quiet a high for me. And I am such a self obsessed guy, and a proud one at that, that although I have shared one of these recordings with a few of my friends, I would prefer to keep all the others as a private collection. Its quiet a kick when someone praises you, but then its kinda silly, if you need someone else’s praise to recognize you. So although I may not practice the above statement to the core, it’s still the thoughts that matter, don’t they??

On other fronts, finished watching Doogie Howser, M.D., kinda old TV show, one of my favorites from my Star TV crazy days, when it used to be purely in English. For the ignorant it’s a story about a teenage prodigy, a genius, so to say doctor and his brushes with childhood, adolescence and maturity. I liked it a lot back then and I still stand by my choice.

I am heading towards a big milestone in life, and everything seems to bending towards it right now, it’s a countdown to extinction as I like to state it. It sounds sort of cool, primarily and secondly its partially true, my single status is an endangered species right now and there are no chances of preserving it, the damage has been done and there s no saving it. I might sound that I am fretting about it but I am actually not. It would be a new beginning, a clean slate and 2 sets of hands to write on it.

PS: Trying to play Seek & Destroy, another Metallica classic.

blues and blacks and whites and greys...

On board a San Francisco bound flight. It’s an official trip so to say but for me it’s off for a week from the usual office grind. Was having a long long talk with my sweetie after check in and before boarding. She is majorly blue these days and I really don blame her for it. Neither can I blame myself, well at least partially. It’s more situational rather than consequential I guess. I gave her all sorts of pieces of my mind, which I seem to have in abundance. That’s purely my perception though. But I guess whatever I say would ultimately mean zilch because it’s her life and she knows best. But I know she looks up to me with those dreamy eyes of her for support and all she can see is a dumb pic of mine or even worse the cell phone in her hand. And it’s been like that for more than a year now. I may have the magic wand in my hand in the sense that I can just make all her blues vanish in a puff of dust, but then life’s not a fairytale.

Holiday!

It’s a Thursday and I am sitting at home in the peak office hours. Reason, I am not well you know. This weird NY weather has caught up with me. One fine day it would be chilling winter winds the other bright and sunny and on cusp of breaking a sweat. The ailment per se that I have caught is called “garam – sard” in poetic Hindi. Literally translated “hot - cold”. Sounds fluke, but don’t blame me for the naming conventions. The standards have already been patented by the likes of Munshi Premchand and Mahashweta Devi. Okay that’s all crap! Bottom-line, I am cozily perched up on my sofa typing away on word and my guitar lying right next to me. Bliss!

Holidays are luxury commodities for IT professionals like me. Because although we might just be breaking office chairs while searching weird terms on google during our usual so called busy work day. It’s the number of hours of this chair breaking work that the client pays us for. And so our managers insist that in the spirit of the company we should spend the maximum of our lives in the office, in sickness or health, till death do us part types. I won’t go into the dynamics of how our companies make money and why the client pays us for this high-end work, because that’s way beyond my comprehension.

Back on track, what’s the POA for today? For the ignorant POA stands for Plan of Action. First and foremost lots of rest, lest I forget I am on a sick leave. Then there’s this guitar tutorial that I have bought, couple of chapters to be covered in that. Write a blog.Well I am already writing one so that’s taken care of. Cook a nice lunch, afternoon tea, a nap may be. Basically chill.

And that’s an FYI. Go figure that out for yourselves.

Slam Dunkin

Was sitting in a Dunkin Donuts this evening, sipping on a tall rather very tall plastic cup of Iced Latte, which seemed to be missing sugar in it and there were these flyers of back to school hanging around over the head here and there from the ceiling. FYI…it’s the beginning of the school season here in the US after the long summer breaks. Back to the flyers, they read quiet a lot of stuff including welcome backs and animated books of math and the works thrown in for the spice. One thought led to another and soon I was thinking when I last studied those subjects and for the matter of fact any subject. I was trying hard to remember myself studying anything…any darn thing; I just couldn’t picture myself at all. Has it really been that long? As in it’s hardly a couple of years, okay, 3 to be precise. But then it’s not entirely a time thing you see. I really haven’t studied much in my life. In school I used to be on my bicycle perennially, partially because my best buddies used to live miles away from my place and secondly because I just loved it. School was a breeze, with the assemblies and the long sunny corridors, where I used to run around chasing or being chased, the chemistry labs, the falling pens in the bio labs to sneak under the tables and just like that I was in college. Away from home for the first time, alone per se, though I never got to be alone actually. There were freaking 200 other guys like me in the hostel. And another 200 in the other hostel next to ours and at least 100 girls, who used to put up in some hostels a little too far for our liking. Bull…I wasn’t writing about girls.
It’s about the studying part, and its funny I remember one of the tougher of the subjects of all Control Systems. Khiljee saab, the purveyor of the now famous phrase maut ka kua, was the prof .I just saw myself solving those positive and negative feed back loop problems from all those books written by authors with weird names and always russian sounding. Used to love solving them and it was a matter of prestige as to who would get to the farthest problem number on the back of every chapter. It’s really amazing how fast and how far once thoughts can go in a matter of split seconds. I hadn’t even finished my latte yet, and I was already at least 4 years back in time and many thousands miles away in a not so clean hostel room. Although as a foot note, the latte was really humongous.

drizzling rains!

It’s drizzling outside since morning…and it’s almost night now. One wouldn’t be too lively if that was to happen on a Sunday, getting confined to once home with nothing to do. But albeit this common reaction, I am unusually high spirited. I love the rains when I am not in the path of their fury, and when I have nothing important to do or when I have nowhere to head to. Basically when I am idle and have no compulsion to go out and face it. It’s actually pretty beautiful when it rains. The first rains have their unique charm as that of a first kiss. But the prolonged and repetitive ones have their own unique shade of beauty. It’s like being in love for a long time, when everything is all green and lush in all directions that your eye can see. At least I can relate to this simile.

P.S.: I love this committed status of mine. I might not be with her as of now. But she still raises my spirits.

@&^@*^*&##@^*&@^

Picture a father, two daughters and two sons. Three of them married with kids. The fourth one on the verge of holy matrimony. This new development is the centre of his attention for now. And once done he’ll be relieved of all his responsibilities so to say. The stage is set for him to fade away gracefully into his grand old age.

Come into this world as a squiggly wiggly ball of skin. Kid your way to adolescence and puberty. Enjoy the prime in the wild and whacky youth. Work your ass off for a decent life for your so called family in your maturity and then ultimately wash your hands off all this mess that you have made over the years and start the count down for “THE END”.

Is this what it’s all about?

P.S: No Stimuli this time…this one is spontaneous!!

Sinking in the Indian Ocean!

Another stimuli another post. That’s the trend of my blogs these days.
And this ones not just ‘any’ stimuli, it’s the mother of them all or at least the aunty, to downplay things a little.

Venue: Stamford, Connecticut
Date: 18th August, 06
Time: 8ish in the night.

I enter this dingy looking school complex. No signs of any concert definitely, my 20 bucks have gone down the drain alas! People, going somewhere with purpose. All z not lost after all. Enter this school auditorium and there’s the equipment and the band finally. Indian Ocean. I won’t call myself a hardcore fan at this point, in the sense that I have not heard every single song that they have composed, but I know the famous ones, just enough to appreciate the creativity and come all the way to Connecticut to listen to them. But that is about to change big time.

Start with a sober and serene number, missed the title, and straightaway I am mesmerized. The guitar is amazing and so is the melody. Second one ‘kya maloom’, as Rahul Ram introduces it as the tandaav of a reluctant shiv ji in the midst of the chaotic Kargil War. This one followed by ‘hille le’ and ‘Melancholic ecstasy’. The last one being a pure instrumental and pure gold at it. Reluctantly went for a break, which as Rahul Ram very candidly put as a necessity for the sponsors to make some money and letting them play more. Rushed through the chicken biryani which was surprisingly tasty.
The opener after the break ‘bande’ a haunting number from black Friday followed by ’bhor’ which had one of the best pieces of guitaring I have heard for some time. Time just seemed to fly as we were already down to the last three. ‘Boll weevil’ followed by top 2 songs in that order ‘maa rewa’ and ‘kandisa’ wrapping up the proceedings. The last two were particulary good with amazing improvisations and ingenuity from the band members and couple of jugalbandiis between the base and the drums, the lead and the drums and a unique instrument whose name I don seem to find anywhere and the base was particulary awesome. In all a breathtaking experience so much so that I was standing and clapping all through the second act and ended up, me with mohit and gurudev, to buy the entire collection on sale outside.

I was particularly impressed with the lead guitarist Sushmit Sen, and the bassist and vocalist Rahul Ram, the percussionist Asheem and Amit’s drums. Well what the heck, the entire band. Oozing with talent and still down to earth. I had heard that watching a band live is an altogether different experience and so it is , no doubts about that. Sadly the entire thing was not recorded. I wud have been the first one to buy it.


P.S.: Major kick to my inspiration in mastering the guitar. I already can play Maa Rewa now!!

Book Worm Syndrome

The feeling of boredom just echoes s with any and everyone I talk to. Another weekend has arrived…and will pass by as in consequentially as it had started. The days pass really quickly here. It’s already more than 4 months since I have been in the US and can’t really believe that it’s already that long.

Have been spending my days working a little lately, and reading novels and stuff before that. Read almost 4 of them in the recent times. Oldies, almost all of them, Michael Crichton. I seem to like his writing a lot. It’s something to do with the technicality of the underlying subject I guess. His penmanship is almost at the edge of sci-fi, if not actually it. Like the one I am reading currently, Timeline has Quantum Physics as the basis of its plot and it talks about real technology that exists and is further under research in the form of Quantum Internet and the likes. Then there s this another one, The Terminal Man, which talks about the immediate dangers of mind control. The Rising Sun, a corporate thriller from the same author. Interesting reading, all of them.

Coincidentally caught hold of a promotional copy of a book called The Anonymous Lawyer. It’s a unique kind of writing. It’s a combination of web logs and mails of a supposedly hi flying lawyer. And it’s full of corporate bull shit and sadistic humor and off course I liked it too.
That’s a lot of reading and more is to follow, because I have a very big stock of material and further time to gobble it up.

PS: Would like to read more of non fiction, but can’t seem to catch hold of anything.

the missing one...

Sitting yet again at an airport terminal...and heading into yet another country....so now the list after including this one will stand at , lets see...Saudi Arabia, Bahrain, US of A and UK...thats 4 and if you count in the aircraft parking at Paris ,then 5,not bad huh?? This time arnd its a spl trip for a very spl person and for an even special(er)(...if that’s a word) reasons.
Past few weeks have been at times eventful, boring, routine...and somewhere in between. Had a nice little trip to the Niagara falls a couple of weeks back in the august company of goyal family and frnds.Clicked innumerable snaps...infact so many of them...that we eventually got bored of seeing the fall....and at one point in time in the night...were even trying to avoid a glimpse of it. But in all its an exhilarating place....Food for thought....why aren't there any such places in India...well infact  there are...and might even be a shade better than this one....but the state of management is so poor that they have degraded into obscurity. Sighs!!! We almost went under the fall here courtesy a trip called the "cave of winds" originally called so b'cause it actually took you behind the falls at one point of time...now it takes u under. In all a refreshing experience...although missed out on my maiden helicopter ride....but Niagara s not so far...Had a unique experience today, when my train stalled due to a power breakdown spannig 3 states including NY and Philli...you don come to expect such things from a place like US where a power cut is nothing short of a hurricane katrina of intensity 3. And i guess thats why they r a shade unprepared for this kinda stuff....and very shabby at that...it took them all of 3 and a half hours to get a diesel engine to pull a stalled electric train. Running out of battery now on my laptop...will add to this later on.....to be continued..

Still some life in the battery...and further more time to kill...what better way then to punch it out on the lappie.Had a meaningful discussion with Rathore the other day regarding the hot issues in India these days....the astronomical fall of the stock market and even further fall in the morality of one Mr. Arjun Singh, a facade of our rotten system of governance. Don want to delve into the netigrities of the actuals, enough has been written and read and yelled about them already. But the both of us were discussing of what we could be doing for these...vented out anger which ultimately gave way to helplessness, utter hopelessness and a sense of infidelity. Has irreparable damage already been done to our great country...or is there still some ray of hope...a light at the end of the tunnel...believers in both sides of the coin...we diverted to what we could do abt it....and we could only come up with the following brilliant idea "where could we get a gun"...RDB sure has given us some ideas to ponder upon. But it’s all to hypothetical I guess. But you can't stop brilliant minds. Cheers Rathore!!!

Eternal Jim Carrey

Just finished watching this really screwed up movie, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, starring Jim Carrey, Kate Winslet and a host of other guys. Now from Jim Carrey one does come to expect whacko stuff…and I like him for that. But this one tops all that has come from him till date. Well although he himself is in no way involved in the actual story writing but the character that he portrays is almost inherently what you expect from him. The film takes its name from the lines of Alexander Pope:

How happy is the blameless Vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot;
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd.

This information is courtesy Wikipedia; it also finds a brief mention in the movie itself.

The story’s got something to do with erasing ones bad memories from once brain and getting a chance to start afresh. A very titillating concept to start with, imagine all your bad memories just gone whoosh…and you have a clean slate to work with. But flip over the coin and you lose all the life s lessons that you gained from all those bad experiences and you might end up going through the entire rough patches again.

Who thinks of stuff like this, how do they come up with such concepts?

here I go again...

I have finally got everything working on my lappie or so it seems. It had been troubling me for quiet some days now and a complete transfusion in the form of a XP reinstall did the trick here. There is supposedly another blog in between this and the last one, but as of now its trapped one alleged machine somewhere in the vicinity of the Heathrow airport in London at a place called Hounslow. I hope it breaks out of its trappings soon and gets published here.

Continuing from where I had left before, was listening to this song on my ipod today, its called “here I go again” by whitesnake. And although I have heard it lot many times before , the lyrics caught my attention just today…may be it was situational , a state of my mind, but they were kinda reflective of my state of mind at that point of time…they go something like this…

I don't know where I'm goin
but I sure know where I've been
hanging on the promises in songs of yesterday.
An' I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time
but here I go again, here I go again.

Tho' I keep searching for an answer
I never seem to find what I'm looking for.
Oh Lord, I pray you give me strength to carry on
'cos I know what it means to walk along the lonely street of dreams.

Here I go again on my own
goin' down the only road I've ever known.
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone.
An' I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time.

Life s really confusing, at times you just fail to find a purpose and it all seems so futile and at others, its so cluttered and so full of purpose that you crave for a breather and some futility. Either way, Its just a struggle at any given point of time!!

Ironed Out!

Its Monday tomorrow, though in some parts of the world it already might be, and infact in some other parts of the world it might already have started ending. But I will stick to my own time zone for now – EST. Now one of the drawbacks, I would say, of being part of the corporate way of life is the need to wear formal attire at once workplace.

I say drawback because I simply hate it. I am more of the casual cool dude genre, and the more Jeans and t-shirts kinda guy. And for the last 2 and a half years, I have been waking up every work day a little late on some a little early on others to get into one of those white/blue/gray collars and creased double pleated trousers. Now these creases that I mentioned just now are a cause of quiet a lot of angst for me lately.  Let’s confess I am horrible at ironing clothes in the first place and to take the misery that extra mile I have to make those formals to look all crisp and creased. What a shame!!!

But this land of opportunity has thrown this challenge at me and I sure will crawl my way through it, god bless the spectators of this art form…and me ultimately.

Whrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr....

Life is back in its routine best and the mention of the word back is very critical in the whole context. It has been one hell of a last month. I was almost on the verge of insanity. Exaggeration definitely, now that I look back, but it was a real site at that point of time. And I must say I weathered the storm pretty nicely and am basking in the glory of the lull after it.
Quick recap. Landed back in India on the 16th of March to the horror of my luggage being misplaced during the transit flight. Strolled out almost empty handed to the standing ovation of my dear rathore. But I had saved the best part, my lappie and my digicam. Initial shock withstanding, we were back to our killer best together, me and rathore.
I had landed on Thursday…and the following Saturday morning, there I was at Mumbai Central waiting for Sunit , we had a trio re-union. Headed to lonavala to meet up with Shash…and drank ourselves silly that night. And next morning were on our way to Pune, me finally united with my Thunderbird. Finally watched RDB, and I must say was thoroughly impressed. About that later. Had an amazing highway side dinner on our way back. And now the crazy part. This dude Sunit was to leave back for Delhi by an early morning flight from Mumbai. So we started at 12 in the night from lonavala for Mumbai. Our rears already soar from the pune adventure…and my eyes closing intermittently we finally made it back one piece to Mumbai. Finished some paperwork at office during the next couple of days and was off to Bhopal, to meet my folks. The stay at home was real good, with I showing off all my stuff, thankfully the lost baggage was recovered the very next day much to my pleasure. My parents were supposed to leave for Trivandrum…and so I headed to Indore in my dad’s zen to meet my sisters. Was supposed to be meeting my new born niece for the first time there and she was in my arms almost through out my stay. I wish I could have just kidnapped her and took her with myself. She s one damn cute thing.
But now it was time for my acid test , I was supposed to meet my to be in laws for the first time in my life…and for that I was supposed to travel to Nagpur. But by a pure stroke of fate I was called back from my office, the acid test has to wait.
Within a week of returning back to Mumbai I was packed and off to this place called US of A. to be specific New York.
So this whirlwind stay in India lasted a mere 21 days to be exact. About my landing in Us and the stay then on later…

Transit...

Well call it the luxuries of cutting edge technology, but here I am sitting in bahrain airport, trying to connect to the internet via a Wi-Fi network. My success will be evident from the timing of this post.

Now the story so far, I finally got a green signal from my client for the application I was developing, and so began the preparations for returning to my beloved bharat desh. A week full of anticipitation interspersed with boredom crawled by. I think its a universal phenomenon , that the time just goes into an extra slow motion mode once you are heading towards your certain eagerly awaited events. I have seen it happen to me when my trains just keep stopping before reaching bhopal. And yet again the very same fact was proven without doubt. But being a student of science I know that this isn't the case, and its all in once mind. So be it.

I am taking a longer route to mumbai so to say, which is quiet an understatement looking at the time I am gonna spend in travelling from Dammam to Mumbai which if travelled in a straight line is hardly 2.5 hrs of flying time. I will be taking a whopping 12-13 hrs to do the same. The itinery is something like this ... Dammam to Bahrain via bus , Bahrain to Doha via flight(thankfully) and finally Doha to mumbai via flight(obviously). I am taking this torture in a real good spirit for the prime reason that i am returning back...and sub reason because i'll get to see bahrain. Atleast I can claim that I saw bahrain.And whatever little i saw of it is impressive. Its painted in Grand Prix fever for now...Bahrain being a recent addition on the F1 circuit. And its a shocking contrast to its next door neighbor Saudi Arabia. The first thing that I noticed on the roads were the vehicles being driven by the fairer sex. and the visual was a real treat. You can imagine me as a guy being in the desert for 8 mnths and coming to this haven of a place with all the worldly delites.

So of I go to do you know what....

cheers...

Looking back

Just finished watching “Top Gun” for the umpteenth time and it still gives me the kick. Not that I have any regrets but there definitely are some things I miss doing in my life.

To start with , I always wanted to learn martial arts, I even joined some amateurish classes while I was in my 5th std at school, but somehow couldn’t pursue it long enough cause my instructor ran away. And I was left adoring the other kids going ga ga with their katas . I dedicated myself to the god of kung-fu Bruce Lee just as homage, by making sure I watched every single one of his movies and not just once but many times over.

Getting over with that, I developed this urge to join the defense services, the IAF in particular. I even remember myself playing that stupid ghost game to ask if I would get through. I just grew up with this ambition, so much so that I had even decided against sitting for my pre engineering test. My parents somehow convinced me to sit for it and even take some coaching classes just as a back up plan in case I didn’t make it. Something went wrong somewhere and I ended up doing what I am doing now. But the very best of my friends are in the Indian Navy and they owe their careers to me, because it was me who pushed them into it. And when ever I feel the need for speed so to say, I head for their dens.

I sometimes just wonder how different it would have been.

Well leaving these behind me, I actually have done or am in the process of doing a few things I always wanted to. Owning and riding an Enfield to unknown places, learning to play the guitar, owning a racing cycle in my teens, and the likes.

Stuff will keep adding to this list…

Happy Birthday!!!

Another day gone, infact a whole of 365 days have gone since my last birth day. Trust me on this, because I have seen all 23 prior ones, and this day today has by far been the most forgettable one of them all. Infact this would be the only birth day I would like to forget. For now I am living it.

As always there is a disastrous built up to the whole scene. If all had gone well I would have been sitting in Mumbai as of now, and for that not just sitting but partying big time. I still digested the hick up of my cancelled trip back home and of being away from all my family and friends and decided to go through the motions just like any other day. But however hard I tried, the umpteen wishes from various mediums of communication just wouldn’t let me forget it. So it was that I entered my birthday IST talking to my sweetheart and my best pals, Still talking to my sweetheart when Saudi clocks truck midnight January 18th and woke up to a special phone call when the Big Ben struck midnight in UK. Now this is not what would make this day forgettable…but it’s the carnage that is to follow that will.

Attended a further few phone calls while still in my sleep, till the one from my dad which literally threw me off the bed. A credit card personnel had called up at my home looking for my whereabouts for payment of some outstanding on my credit card. It’s rightly said that you reap what you sow…and what perfect time to reap my past mistakes. So, I spent the early hours of my birth day fire fighting. What a start and I already had a bad head ache. Reached office just to discover that it was gonna be a long long day…and not a easy one by any chance. It was almost like a chain reaction of sorts…I don wanna go into the details of it, but I still have the mental burden from my office when I write this. If it would have been any other day, I wouldn’t be making such a fuss about it…but on your birthday you wanna feel happy and relaxed and special. And I was miles away from this state of bliss.

All said and done, I can see some positives too. A lot of people still wished me and that’s a real good feeling in itself. There also were some lessons learned. And the best part of this birthday, I have someone very special to share the rest of my life with.
At the end of it all, I would really like to quote myself”
” Its been a real cool life...with all its twists and turns...and I have enjoyed every moment of it till date.I don know how many more such days I am destined to see...but I sure hope that as many are there...I am always able to feel the very same way as today....Alive...and Rocking!!!!Cheers...to me!!!”