Manchester United are the champions of Europe. Period.
Now, I wont try to take anything away from the glory of the moment by writing about it! You had to be there, otherwise you missed it!
The title might give you an idea as to what the blog is about and it is more than just a spoof of a Bond movie!
Studying in a college like IIT (yeah I know, I’ve said it many times) doesn’t give you that much pleasure in observing the budding love lives, the start ups and the break ups, the ditches et al, as you would get in any other “normal” college. (As kids, don’t we build up the image of college as where there would definitely start a love life?)
Well, but students try to make as much headway as possible, so we have a section in the college magazine where a certain “popular” guy or a girl is asked, what was his/her first crush on campus. When it comes to boys, you only get to see names of two or three girls coming up. (Can I get a Hallelujah!) The same names are repeated week in week out. The variety is more when the girls are asked. (Hardly a surprise!)
Now and then, I come across souls who talk to me about their love life and I think that section of people will henceforth stop talking to me. Its not that bad either. After they have that conversation where there are a hundred times more questions than answers, the most repeated one being, “Samajh mein nahin aa raha mai kya karun!”, I usually give an aphorism of such perverted level that they don’t ever have that conversation with me again.
Thinking about it brings the famous quote that Merlyn was told in “Fools Die”: “Its all about c***!” (These were the parting words of a famous author portrayed in the novel!)
I know it was short but I think the last part did pack a punch!
Friday, May 23, 2008
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
The Idiot Box For The Idiot!
"A blog a day keeps the boredom away." is the mantra I’m following nowadays. It’s the summer starting and that means a lot of sitcoms have their season finales going on. Having been a TV addict since the days of Chitrahaar and Rangoli, I can proudly say that not many match up to me when it comes to having watched “serials”. Hell, I think I’m probably the only engineering student who takes an avid interest in Kahaani Ghar Ghar Kii (please note the spelling!) and Saat Phere. That just goes to show the mouth-watering prospect that TV viewing is to me.
On the other hand, dramas like OC, Gossip Girl, Gilmore Girls et al which have a wide female fan base don’t exactly fall under my category of likeable. (You can at least have a laugh riot while watching Kahaani….) And there has been a recent storming entry into the likeable club, The Big Bang Theory (TBBT). To say that I adore it would be an understatement, I like my jokes with a bit (read:lots) of intellect. Hence, the likes of Scrubs and TBBT outweigh my liking towards F.R.I.E.N.D.S., which I still think is a benchmark by miles.
Scrubs, in my opinion, had a classy Season 7 ending though the reviews in the viewership circle called it anything but good. TBBT’s ending was too good to be true. An excerpt:
Character 1: I don’t think I should go out with Penny!
Character 2 (Character 1’s best friend): No you shouldn’t.
Character 1: You know, other people might be more considerate and ask “why not?”
Character 2: Well that’s because other people might be interested.
How I Met Your Mother (HIMYM)’s season ending was good with a nice bit of suspense thrown in the end.
After the abrupt ending of Prison Break I think I have lost faith in thrillers. It wasn’t very high in the first place either with Lost and Heroes being the culprits. At least, in sitcoms you can take it one episode at a time and an abrupt halt (read: writers’ strike) doesn’t bother you that much.
That said and done, I also feel that none of the recent crop of shows come close to achieving cult status. Yes, one can say that you need longevity for that (Friends ran for 10 seasons.) but still, none of the sitcoms can make everyone laugh at the drop of a hat and none of the dramas have any attraction that makes you sit up and take notice. I think “Sex and the City” came the closest possible with its wide appeal! Guys like me watched it for eye candy while the ladies went for it due that ummm……ummmm….. I think they call it “emotional and sentimental and commitment” thing rite?
I think, I can go on and on and on about each and every show I’ve ever watched but I’d like to end by quoting the legendary Barney:
“When I’m sad, I stop being sad and start being awesome!”
On the other hand, dramas like OC, Gossip Girl, Gilmore Girls et al which have a wide female fan base don’t exactly fall under my category of likeable. (You can at least have a laugh riot while watching Kahaani….) And there has been a recent storming entry into the likeable club, The Big Bang Theory (TBBT). To say that I adore it would be an understatement, I like my jokes with a bit (read:lots) of intellect. Hence, the likes of Scrubs and TBBT outweigh my liking towards F.R.I.E.N.D.S., which I still think is a benchmark by miles.
Scrubs, in my opinion, had a classy Season 7 ending though the reviews in the viewership circle called it anything but good. TBBT’s ending was too good to be true. An excerpt:
Character 1: I don’t think I should go out with Penny!
Character 2 (Character 1’s best friend): No you shouldn’t.
Character 1: You know, other people might be more considerate and ask “why not?”
Character 2: Well that’s because other people might be interested.
How I Met Your Mother (HIMYM)’s season ending was good with a nice bit of suspense thrown in the end.
After the abrupt ending of Prison Break I think I have lost faith in thrillers. It wasn’t very high in the first place either with Lost and Heroes being the culprits. At least, in sitcoms you can take it one episode at a time and an abrupt halt (read: writers’ strike) doesn’t bother you that much.
That said and done, I also feel that none of the recent crop of shows come close to achieving cult status. Yes, one can say that you need longevity for that (Friends ran for 10 seasons.) but still, none of the sitcoms can make everyone laugh at the drop of a hat and none of the dramas have any attraction that makes you sit up and take notice. I think “Sex and the City” came the closest possible with its wide appeal! Guys like me watched it for eye candy while the ladies went for it due that ummm……ummmm….. I think they call it “emotional and sentimental and commitment” thing rite?
I think, I can go on and on and on about each and every show I’ve ever watched but I’d like to end by quoting the legendary Barney:
“When I’m sad, I stop being sad and start being awesome!”
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Dreaming Theatrically!!
PS 3’s and Xbox 360’s galore! Outdoor activities have been all but pastiched. Children prefer to play FIFA rather than jog a few hundred metres and learn dribbling. Never mind they might not be able to hold the ball the proper way, but they can execute a “between the legs” layup with precision on the console. Avoiding a tennis elbow is a far fetched reality so they might as well become Fedex and beat the crap out of the Djokovics on the Wii.
Luckily, I can say I have no such fetishes. For starters I come from a family with a very rich sporting background. Dad is 46 but still manages to beat me in Tennis. Not that I’m a great player or anything but I think its no mean feat. Personally I think, no game comes even close to basketball when it comes to the amount of hardwork required!! THAT’s a complete game. But if I were to watch anything, hands down football would win anytime….
Football has been an integral part of my life since the days I can barely remember. It had to be. I grew up in dad’s lap while he showered praises on the Rossis, Baggios, Mathauses et al. It was only natural that I took up football as my favourite sport during the early school days and grew up to worship the greatest team on Earth: Manchester United!
As I write this blog it is 28 hours to the Champions League final, THE most important match in the footballing calendar as far as club playing goes. And I cant help looking back to the my journey as a Red Devil for the past 12 years. Nostalgia fills me when I think about the Fergie years right from the days of the self proclaimed GOD, Cantona to who everyone proclaims GOD, Ronaldo!
Again I would dive deep into the bag of footballing clichés and say that I like Man Utd because they play the beautiful game the beautiful way and then back it up with trophies at regular (read:short) intervals. It’s a treat to watch them play at The Theatre of Dreams and demolish the oppositions with their one-two’s, their overlaps, their deft touches, their longballs…..there isn’t much that the Devils can’t do on their day.
The Busby Babes, the Bests, the Fergusons….these sort of stories happen all the time as far as the sporting world goes but the panache with which Old Trafford calls these its own is something no one can deny. That is part of the reason that makes this club so attractive.
So I cut it out here….hoping to increase the fanbase of this club from whatever little readership my blog has!
Manchester United will demolish the noveau riche Chelsea tomorrow!
GLORY GLORY MANCHESTER UNITED!!
Luckily, I can say I have no such fetishes. For starters I come from a family with a very rich sporting background. Dad is 46 but still manages to beat me in Tennis. Not that I’m a great player or anything but I think its no mean feat. Personally I think, no game comes even close to basketball when it comes to the amount of hardwork required!! THAT’s a complete game. But if I were to watch anything, hands down football would win anytime….
Football has been an integral part of my life since the days I can barely remember. It had to be. I grew up in dad’s lap while he showered praises on the Rossis, Baggios, Mathauses et al. It was only natural that I took up football as my favourite sport during the early school days and grew up to worship the greatest team on Earth: Manchester United!
As I write this blog it is 28 hours to the Champions League final, THE most important match in the footballing calendar as far as club playing goes. And I cant help looking back to the my journey as a Red Devil for the past 12 years. Nostalgia fills me when I think about the Fergie years right from the days of the self proclaimed GOD, Cantona to who everyone proclaims GOD, Ronaldo!
Again I would dive deep into the bag of footballing clichés and say that I like Man Utd because they play the beautiful game the beautiful way and then back it up with trophies at regular (read:short) intervals. It’s a treat to watch them play at The Theatre of Dreams and demolish the oppositions with their one-two’s, their overlaps, their deft touches, their longballs…..there isn’t much that the Devils can’t do on their day.
The Busby Babes, the Bests, the Fergusons….these sort of stories happen all the time as far as the sporting world goes but the panache with which Old Trafford calls these its own is something no one can deny. That is part of the reason that makes this club so attractive.
So I cut it out here….hoping to increase the fanbase of this club from whatever little readership my blog has!
Manchester United will demolish the noveau riche Chelsea tomorrow!
GLORY GLORY MANCHESTER UNITED!!
Monday, May 19, 2008
The Cliché College Blog..
The summer vacations have started and I guess, blogosphere will now have to bear with my more frequent visits. Moving on then, I find myself today commenting upon today’s college culture. And I admit, moving forward from my usually “narrative” genre of blogs is a step into the unknown.
Like always, let me tell you the inspiration behind this post. Well, this goes out to all of the hundreds of people who have gone “AAAH! NICE” when it is mentioned I study in an IIT. To which I generally think “I’ll trade places anytime…wannacome?” Its not that I hate college life or anything. Quite the opposite, I enjoy my college more than any of my varied living experiences so far. But I’d like to see things from a satirical point of view asto how far people come after school and going to a college.
I think most people who will read this blog are or have been college students. So, most of the readers would agree that once you come into a college, whatever thinking you had during “good old days” goes for a toss, when you are thrown in the college curriculum headfirst.
Personally speaking, I found my initial college days to be straight out from the initial chapters of Chronicles of Narnia. The huge institute, unknown surroundings and not to mention the dreaded ragging season promised to leave a permanent scar in what was otherwise a nice cool monsoon during the first week of August. Move ahead 15 days or so and all the first yearites settle down into becoming the quintessential collegians.
Of course, the abovementioned changing scenario is less drastic in nature in the day boarding colleges, but I think, the underlying scenario remains the same. Those previous thoughts of “which college to go to?” start seeming trivial and are replaced by the “more serious” thoughts about the immediate future after graduation.
Then come the sophomore days, where for the first few months you feel as the king of the world for you are the most dreaded entity in the campus due to your 2nd yearite tag.
American sitcoms, Hollywood bombshells and pondiyaap galore. Students drift from their families. (I’m not saying it in a derogatory manner, I think it goes a long way in making students independent.) To the fortunate few, there starts a blooming love life. ( In our cases, you can rule out the possibilities of an in-campus romance. There aren’t just that many girls….an oft repeated and a legendary fact about IIT’s) some souls experiment with drugs and the list is practically never ending!!
Then there remain some who( some, myself included, call “Mr. Goody two shoes”) remain the epitome of sincerity carried forward from their schooldays. To say that I despise them or am jealous of them would be a gross error. It is they who have aroused feelings that I hitherto considered non-existent. Simply said, I cant put that feeling in any category. You see them and think simultaneously:
1) They’re missing out on so much that college life offers. (Yes, I even call snorting drugs “a thing that college offers”.)
2) Oh who am I kidding? They’re everything that you want to be: the typical nice guys.
Seeing as I haven’t managed the second part during my stay here, I think the former outweighs the latter, at least in my case.
All of a sudden, a 25% score in tests seems harmless (it definitely would have looked suicidal while I was in school). All said and done, I think I’ll take the opportunity here to answer a very cliché question: What would you do, if u were given a chance to relive your college life? I think my answer would be: No regrets!!
Like always, let me tell you the inspiration behind this post. Well, this goes out to all of the hundreds of people who have gone “AAAH! NICE” when it is mentioned I study in an IIT. To which I generally think “I’ll trade places anytime…wannacome?” Its not that I hate college life or anything. Quite the opposite, I enjoy my college more than any of my varied living experiences so far. But I’d like to see things from a satirical point of view asto how far people come after school and going to a college.
I think most people who will read this blog are or have been college students. So, most of the readers would agree that once you come into a college, whatever thinking you had during “good old days” goes for a toss, when you are thrown in the college curriculum headfirst.
Personally speaking, I found my initial college days to be straight out from the initial chapters of Chronicles of Narnia. The huge institute, unknown surroundings and not to mention the dreaded ragging season promised to leave a permanent scar in what was otherwise a nice cool monsoon during the first week of August. Move ahead 15 days or so and all the first yearites settle down into becoming the quintessential collegians.
Of course, the abovementioned changing scenario is less drastic in nature in the day boarding colleges, but I think, the underlying scenario remains the same. Those previous thoughts of “which college to go to?” start seeming trivial and are replaced by the “more serious” thoughts about the immediate future after graduation.
Then come the sophomore days, where for the first few months you feel as the king of the world for you are the most dreaded entity in the campus due to your 2nd yearite tag.
American sitcoms, Hollywood bombshells and pondiyaap galore. Students drift from their families. (I’m not saying it in a derogatory manner, I think it goes a long way in making students independent.) To the fortunate few, there starts a blooming love life. ( In our cases, you can rule out the possibilities of an in-campus romance. There aren’t just that many girls….an oft repeated and a legendary fact about IIT’s) some souls experiment with drugs and the list is practically never ending!!
Then there remain some who( some, myself included, call “Mr. Goody two shoes”) remain the epitome of sincerity carried forward from their schooldays. To say that I despise them or am jealous of them would be a gross error. It is they who have aroused feelings that I hitherto considered non-existent. Simply said, I cant put that feeling in any category. You see them and think simultaneously:
1) They’re missing out on so much that college life offers. (Yes, I even call snorting drugs “a thing that college offers”.)
2) Oh who am I kidding? They’re everything that you want to be: the typical nice guys.
Seeing as I haven’t managed the second part during my stay here, I think the former outweighs the latter, at least in my case.
All of a sudden, a 25% score in tests seems harmless (it definitely would have looked suicidal while I was in school). All said and done, I think I’ll take the opportunity here to answer a very cliché question: What would you do, if u were given a chance to relive your college life? I think my answer would be: No regrets!!
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Figuratively speaking!!
I have been an avid reader throughout my life. Be it reading champaks and doga during the long train journeys as a child or maturing into reading the plethora of books that is today’s literary world (Yes even the book: “Why men don’t listen and Women can’t read maps!” counts), I have hardly had better feelings than the one I have when I stare out in the night out of the window, after reading. Its legen(obviously, you have to wait for it!)dary and awessssome at the same time!!
So much for the senti talk, now I’ll tell you the inspiration behind this blog. Once again its none other than Mr.Mohit. This time his remark was that he thought the name of the most revered entity of the insti (some call “it” the holy grail) was the name of a porn movie!!
So you see, you can see high octane philosophy and low octane perverted fun on my blog at the same time….
How are these two diametrically opposite scenes connected? Well, the correct answer is that they aren’t but as Douglas Adams would have me believe, a true man is one who can locate his towel anytime. If people fall for THAT, then my case CAN take the shape of a conspiracy. But me being a true litta, I’ll connect them through my brains which have now become expert in locating and measuring perverted behaviour among people.
I recently went to my aunt’s home. Uncle is in the army, so I witnessed first hand for the first time in my “mature” life, the living inside a cantonment. Always being the first to reach anywhere sports come into the picture, I was there when there was “Game Parade” to be held. They call the playing hours in the evening that. Uncle acquainted me with some of the officers and I ended up playing a full game of basketball with the jawans and the officers. After having been mesmerised by their air to air dunks and alley oops that would make Bryant proud, I had some light hearted chit chat with them.
Never being the ones to say three words when one will do, the officers generally are an affable lot. The conversation shifted on and on from one topic to another (trust me, the officers are every bit as classy and kick ass, as they show them in Top Gun or A Few Good Men), when I decided to delve a little into the “old school” thinking about the army, I asked one of the lady officers there: Is it tough for YOU folks out there?
Thankfully for me, she didn’t take me to be a chauvinistic pig….for the second I heard it come out of my mouth, I immediately regretted the question and duly apologised. The officers all smiled understandingly and reminded me they hear this question as many times as I might hear: Bhaisaab! Time kya ho raha hai?
I wont elaborate further on their answer, because I generally like the “moral stuff” said rather than written down…that too on MY blog!!
Have you figured out the connection?....get a grip folks, first find your TOWEL!!
So much for the senti talk, now I’ll tell you the inspiration behind this blog. Once again its none other than Mr.Mohit. This time his remark was that he thought the name of the most revered entity of the insti (some call “it” the holy grail) was the name of a porn movie!!
So you see, you can see high octane philosophy and low octane perverted fun on my blog at the same time….
How are these two diametrically opposite scenes connected? Well, the correct answer is that they aren’t but as Douglas Adams would have me believe, a true man is one who can locate his towel anytime. If people fall for THAT, then my case CAN take the shape of a conspiracy. But me being a true litta, I’ll connect them through my brains which have now become expert in locating and measuring perverted behaviour among people.
I recently went to my aunt’s home. Uncle is in the army, so I witnessed first hand for the first time in my “mature” life, the living inside a cantonment. Always being the first to reach anywhere sports come into the picture, I was there when there was “Game Parade” to be held. They call the playing hours in the evening that. Uncle acquainted me with some of the officers and I ended up playing a full game of basketball with the jawans and the officers. After having been mesmerised by their air to air dunks and alley oops that would make Bryant proud, I had some light hearted chit chat with them.
Never being the ones to say three words when one will do, the officers generally are an affable lot. The conversation shifted on and on from one topic to another (trust me, the officers are every bit as classy and kick ass, as they show them in Top Gun or A Few Good Men), when I decided to delve a little into the “old school” thinking about the army, I asked one of the lady officers there: Is it tough for YOU folks out there?
Thankfully for me, she didn’t take me to be a chauvinistic pig….for the second I heard it come out of my mouth, I immediately regretted the question and duly apologised. The officers all smiled understandingly and reminded me they hear this question as many times as I might hear: Bhaisaab! Time kya ho raha hai?
I wont elaborate further on their answer, because I generally like the “moral stuff” said rather than written down…that too on MY blog!!
Have you figured out the connection?....get a grip folks, first find your TOWEL!!
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