Iss route ki sabhi line-y…

March 26th, 2008 § 37 comments § permalink

I have been kinda busy.

Hmm. Not quite the way to start. But does keep the reader guessing. Sure, let’s keep it. No wait, let’s modify that a little.

I have been terribly busy.

Yeah, give yourself that importance. You self-centered pompous freak!

I have been tied up with certain things that take most of my time.

Right. And the whole world is out fishing. C’mon!! The truth can’t be so bad.

I have been quite lazy these last few weeks. So lazy, I have found it difficult to do the one thing I love the most – write.

A tad too much, eh? What the heck. Let’s just give it to them plain and simple.
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Just When…

February 12th, 2008 § 2 comments § permalink

Just when you think all the doors are closed.

Just when you think life has unloaded its supply of lemons on you.

Just when you think it couldn’t get worse.

Just when you think fate has dealt you all the wrong cards.

Just when you think there is no hope for the world.

Just when you think life has been impartially unfair to you.

Just when nothing more could go wrong.

Just when you are beginning to lose faith in everything – you, your fate, your destiny, your family, your friends, the people around you, the world – there comes a moment.

A jiffy of existence that manages to turn everything upside down.

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The Desert

February 5th, 2008 § 0 comments § permalink

One gulp.

That’s all that was remaining. And a gulp was a life-line.

Should he use it now? Or should he wait for things to get a little clearer. But, using it now would mean that they would get clearer. Yeah, he’d use it.

No, wait! What if things would get clearer anyway? What if using it was actually wasting a perfectly good gulp? And the only one? No, he decided. He’d wait.

The horizon stretched before him, and his vision was sort of blurred at the edges. A trick of the light, he told himself. A few meters more, and I’ll find it.

Find what, came the question. Whatever it is that I am supposed to find, went an answer from nowhere, to nowhere. An oasis, another question was instantly shot back? Yeah, maybe. Just keep moving.

And so, he kept moving.

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B(h)ajji Ban(ne)d!!

January 7th, 2008 § 9 comments § permalink

Three simple words:

INDIA, COME BACK!

And now, the lengthy discourse that usually follows a simple message…

As of a few hours ago, Harbhajan Singh, a.k.a. Bhajji a.k.a The Turbanator a.k.a. the Wizard Of(f) Oz a.k.a. “Symonds, go back!” was reportedly banned for a duration of three Test matches, for a racist remark dealt to Andrew Symonds.

Symonds has faced Indian ‘racism’ before. Indian fans at Vadodara and Wankhede repeatedly pestered him with monkey chants during the One-Day series in late 2007.

Cut to, circa 2008. The Sydney Cricket Ground has been a witness to some memorable moments in cricketing history. Another moment was added to the list, withe Symonds-Bhajji spat on Day 4.

Reams and reams of paper, Unimaginable tape lengths and gigabytes and terabytes of data will be spent trying to reconstruct the incident.

Not one will come close to what happened.

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The Scarf – Part 7

September 9th, 2007 § 8 comments § permalink

It is now time to introduce a surprise element into the story. Nothing about her existence will be revealed except for one small fact – that it is an entity of the female specie.

Alright, alright, it is a woman, to be precise.
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She watched the events warily as they happened

Each time the universe collapsed, she had distinctly felt an almost uncontrollable urge to snap her fingers.

Of course, she had no clue that doing that would bind her irrevocably to three other destinies that she had been following closely – albeit, merely out of curiosity.
Mercifully (and surprisingly) she had not yet given in to her almost uncontrollable urges – snapped her fingers, that is.

She had observed the entire proceedings right from the beginning. Her interest, however, had been piqued when she saw the duo collide.

Before that she had been vaguely aware of six cups of black coffee being delivered to the same table – all within a short span of two hours. Only, she wasn’t sure if the coffee was being consumed by the same person each time.

You see she was trying to focus her Chi. So she couldn’t really have noticed. You can’t focus you Chi if you are busy noticing inane things such as six cups of black coffee being delivered to a table and wondering whether they are being consumed by the same person. Tut, tut!

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Sattar Minute (Seventy Minutes) – “Chak de! India”

August 25th, 2007 § 14 comments § permalink

Here’s the pep talk that SRK gives the girls of the Indian National Women’s Hockey team before their final Match against Australia.

Anyone care to make the necessary changes and give it to the Coach of the Indian Cricket Team? (The ‘official’ BCCI XI, of course!)

Wait, do we even have a coach?

Well, anyway, here goes:

????? ????.
????? ???? ??? ???????? ???.
???? ???????? ???????? ?? ???? ???? ????? ????.
?? ??? ????? ???? ?? ????,
?? ????? ???? ?????? ???????? ?? ??? ??????.
?? ???? ????? ??, ?? ??? ?????? ??? ??????? .
?? ???? ?????? ?? ???,
?? ?? ????? ???? ?? ?? ?? ????
??????? ???? ??? ??????? ???????? ???
???? ????? ??? ??, ?? ? ??,
???? ????? ???, ?? ?? ???,
??? ???? ?? ????,
????? ?? ????? ???? ????? ??? ??? ??? ????, ??? ????.
??, ????? ???? ?? ?? ??? ??? ???? ????? ??,
??? ?????? ???? ???????, ????? ??? ???? ??????. ??? ??.
??????? ??? ????? ??? ?? ??? ?? ????? ???? ?? ??? ?? ?? player
???? ???????? ?? ???? ?????? hockey ??? gaya
?? ?? ????? ???? ???? ?? ????? ???? ??? ???? ????.
??? ???. ??? ?? ???? ?? ??, ?? ???????? ??, ???? ???? ??,
?? ?? ?? ????? ??, ????? ?????? – ??? ?? – ????? ??? ????,
???? ????? ???? ??? ??.

{Thanks a ton to Google Indic Transliteration. They always manage to surprise me… :)}
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The Scarf – Part 6

August 9th, 2007 § 4 comments § permalink

And so we continue… :)

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The Story so far:

Nothing much, really.

A girl who drinks a lot of coffee. A guy immersed in Tarantino-Kubrick-Greenway films. Another guy who does not believe in omens. Put the three of them together at one coffee shop and what do we get?

Nothing, really.
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He couldn’t see him, since he had his back to the entrance.

The waiter approached him and without warning suddenly swooped down towards his leg.

The first thought that flashed in his mind, was typically Tarantino. Is this waiter a were-wolf? Is he gonna bite my leg off? His questions ended up in disappointment as the waiter retrieved a pretty silken scarf and held it in front of him.

It was definitely pretty. Colors seemed to jump in and out of it. It would have looked pretty on any girl, even the librarian. It would have looked even prettier on the girl who had just collided with him, a few minutes back.

A faint thought rumbled in the deep confines of his brain.

He remembered thinking about olives when they had both fallen on the floor. Now he realized why. The girl had been smelling of olives and lemon. Maybe it was her perfume, maybe it was her shampoo.

And then, another thought rumbled in the deep confines of his brain. This one was quite far from the first one. But somehow, with a mighty effort, his brain managed to co-relate the two, and he brought the scarf near and sniffed it.

And then, the Universe collapsed, again.

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