(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.