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Hilarious.. Over & Out

Badminton Champs..

Few days back as I was day-dreaming in my office ( which by the way was not hindering the progress of any of my work..) thoughts visited my childhood days. The days filled with friends, lots-n-lots of studies, daily bickering with my mom and sister and cartoons... But one thing that amused me the most was playing badminton with my sister on Sunday evenings.
Sunday evening was the time for badminton in our family. As soon as the noon passes by with evening casting its coolness, an old net ( whose history and origins are yet to be explored..) would be religiously tied up between the garden lamp and a make-shift pole on the road leading to our garage. With the court built the next mammoth task would be of waking up my sister from her afternoon sleep. It would take a lot of coaxes (from my parents) and kicks (from none other but me..) to make her sleepy face come down to play a game. Mom & Dad tried their best to teach both of their children the best of the game through patience and grace. But the sibling animosity that ran down deep between my sister and me was to be the real source of inspiration. After few minutes of being in the game, cheers would be replaced with taunts. There were taunts for every thing.There were taunts for smashes, for outs and even for picking up the shuttlecock from the ground ! I pity the shuttlecock now for it would have cursed on itself for being let down on the ground unattended when it is meant to be flying with its feathers for most of the game.. The rage on court accompanied by abuses and walk-offs had its own time-out during the game. The tensions would flare up to such an extent that even legendary John McEnroe would have felt bad for our parents who had to somehow settle the quarrel before it escalated to a fully hair-pulling typical sibling fight. By dusk, scores( of both the game and fight) would be settled among both of us and the day is wrapped up with both the players claiming victory in their clamorous voice. With the net bundled up and stored in the garage the self-proclaimed "Champs" enter the house with heads held high only to be bowed down in front of god during the evening prayer (Is that why we have evening prayers to remind each one of us what we are?).
With that the "champs" of 115-B are forgotten but would be back to face each other next week at the same place, same time for the same "game"...

Cooks Ahoy !!!

When all bored and tired of straining my eyes with books and TV, I find solace (next to sleeping..) in cooking something for my better half: my tummy..
Cooking, considered by many of the imbeciles as testosterone insulting and a pain-in-the arse, is actually something I adore a lot. Moreover, arent the top chefs in many of the Resteraunts around the globe men ?
I consider, cooking as great art..never the less something to make my food-craving belly happy. The texture, the aroma and the taste of food which mellows downs ones palates, is the only art form known to mankind for its deep effect on all our sensory organs ( well one has to ignore the ears, for most of the time we are busy listening to a TV or someone gloating about something. The sense of touch is very much present in parts of world where people use their hands to eat..!)

To the old saying that "man built the house but woman made of it a home" might be added the modern supplement that "woman accepted cooking as a chore but man has made of it a recreation."

Thus I'm sure of one thing in my life, I may not live in a lavish villa nor own a fancy car but I will cook and eat like a fine epicure... Burp !! (Excuse Me...)

'summer'gence...

And behold... I'm done with the semester as the summer starts to blossom out of its wintry shyness. Months after surviving on caffeinated drinks and wearing the whole soul out.. it's time to lay back a bit and pause for a while...
Though things may not change a lot from my perspective, but I don't have to worry about the classes for the next three months..

"Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under the trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time"

Mom...

It has always occurred to me that whenever I find myself entangled in a situation created and worsened by me, I'm rescued by mom's ability to loosen the noose that tightens my will to come out of this dire situation. The solace that I have always found in her dark beady eyes and the warmth of her love that has impaled deep into my heart, will guide me in the darkest corners of my life like the majestic beacon of Alexandria.

In the whole universe there is no force more stronger and influential than that of a mothers love....

Happy Mother's day mom...

地震..(Japanese for Earthquake) & Spartacus

May 5, 2009 :
It was a rather tiring and satisfactory day. As Joon and myself started building this simple yet strong frame, I never thought of it withstanding the maximum considered earthquake...
Built in less than a day, it performed well under the scaled down force of the earth's deadliest weapon. That's when I named it - Spartacus..
Now it sits lazily on the floor of the structures lab for the scavengers to come by and tear it down into pieces...but its glory will stay forever in my mind...
Bravo "Spartacus", Bravo !!!

Choco-less Cookies..

Cookies in a jar, with all sort of variety and taste lure the eyes of many when opened up and offered ..The ones with the crisp chocolate toppings, nuts and cream are picked and savored the first. What about the ones without them? Well they either get dipped in one of those caffeine content diuretic drinks ,softened and eaten depriving them of their original in-born taste or left away in the jar to be softened by the humid air that eat them away slowly as time passes by. But has anybody thought of the reason what they have been made in the first place in the way they are, tasteless, non-chocolaty, non-creamy ? Well that's the way we all are brought in this world.

We do have the ones who lure the countless folks around us by our chocolaty trends and the creamy attitude that exists in between the very fold of our talks...But the non-chocolaty friends of mine, who according to me are vary much in the same magnitude love to be chocolaty never manage to get themselves picked among the multiple hands that reach down into the jar. They too want to be among the countless other cookies that make into the highly competitive hearts of people, but they manage not to because of their insipid "taste" that they carry with them. Well few may argue that these so called non-chocolaty cookies might taste better with one of the diuretic hot drinks, but what they fail to understand is that these cookies would love the world to accept them as they are and give them a chance to show that even they on their own can taste good. What if they look like more of an introvert and tasteless, they might fill you n your heart when try them with all your heart.

Just because sometimes they manage to hide themselves behind the opaque wrap of this world, does not mean they don't an heart or dont want to be savored. Cookies, whether chocolaty or non-chocolaty, like to be a part of somebody's satisfaction and happiness. It's just the fact that the chocolaty one's show their true taste outside but the inferior ones hide well beneath their starch composition. This world has tuned itself with the notion that unless they see a rich cream cookie with the nutty or choclaty coat on the outside , they won't even think of taking a bite into that cookie and tasting it's real "taste" forever.