Talking the walk..

PD says...

"What ???????
You don't have a cell-phone..!
What do you do with your mouth when u walk?"

The curse of the bambino..

The longest choke up streak ever witnessed in history by a vastly over-rated team might be the reason for the 84 year old drought. But, fans and beleivers take an entirely different line and buy a completely different version. The story of the curse has saturated to the point of The Red Sox bullpen claiming " Its finally time to reverse the curse" .
So, everyone, including players, beleive in the curse.

Anybody ever heard of fans supplying the team with an excuse for failure!It's got more to do with hapless players who refused to beleive in themselves but chose to beleive the existence of a curse indeed...Anyway, what was the curse all about and how it originated?

1918: The Red Sox beat the Chicago Cubs in six games to win the World Series for the fifth time since the event began in 1903. A young Boston pitcher named Babe Ruth throws a shutout in Game 1.

1920: Red Sox owner Harry Frazee sells Ruth to the Yankees for $100,000, plus a $300,000 loan. Legend has it Frazee needed cash to finance shows at his Broadway theater.

Ever since: The Red sox have never won the world series after that.

Reason: Ruth wasn't taking the sale hands tied and cursed Red Sox.

The phrase "Curse of the Bambino" originated with Boston Globe sportswriter Dan Shaughnessy, whose book by the same name was published in 1990. It blames the sale of Babe Ruth to the Yankees in 1920 for Boston's 85-year World Series title drought.

Can you buy that?
Cmon Red Sox/nation, there was never no curse. Get into gear and get that title this year and every year now on.!

Go Red Sox...

Well well well...
Its just one of those moments when sport makes you realize there's reason to believe.
Last Friday, drowned in a cold and fresh Budweiser (It was indeed game time), I was drawn into the Yankee-Red sox ALCS league playoffs.
Game 1 was a good encounter and apparently gave me a lot of excuse to suck myself into watching game 2 ( not to mention the cold and fresh Buds too). 2-0 Yanks.
The ballgame changed bases to Boston's Fenway Park - home of the Red sox, and along with the hapless home fans, I watched the brutal rout of the Red Sox at home 19-8. Down 0-3 in a 7 game series, and there was the firm reason to believe there was no more belief and 2004 still won't be the year when the course would be reversed.

Just when everyone was firmly believing Red Sox were just going through their motions down by 2 outs and trailing 3-4 in the bottom of the 9th in Game 4, Kevin Millar ties it with a RBI to make it a tie. Ortiz slams a homer in the bottom of the 12th to see Red Sox home and ensure a game 5.
Ortiz scores a RBI to allow Johny Damon finish a run in the bottom of the 15 th to see Red Sox home in what was the best ball game ever in Baseball history.
Inning after enthralling, nail-biting, edge-of-the-seat inning in overtime, and the Sox just scamper home.
The commentator summed up the moment beautifully with a " David ortiz drives, Johny Damon runs and the Sox can run all the way to New York".

The Sox, definitely beleiving in themselves now and charged/pepped up with their recent come from behind overtime victories and no Pedro Martinez playing so the Yankee crowd couldn't hoot " who's ur daddy ? " turned the tables on a Yankee ball team that looked woefully lost and din't give an impression they were in the game at all.
Curt schilling just pitched his way to glory after having turned villain in Game 1.

This set up a "expected to be keenly contested" series decider between 2 of the most intense rivals in the ALCS. The Yanks were expectin a repeat of 2003 when a Boone homer in the bottom of the 11th in Game 7 took them home to the world series.
However Derek Lowe and the Sox had other ideas. Lowe pitched away striking one Yankee bat after the next, totally drying up the runs. On the other hand, Johny Damon wreaked havoc with the Yankee pitching with 2 Homers- 1, a grand slam and a 2-runner. Innings, Match, Series to Red Sox, and yeah...All the hearts too.

Never before have a team seem to have placed that much faith as did the Sox in Schilling in G6 and Lowe in G7 and never before have 2 players pulled their team through with greater heroic exploits as did these two.

How fortunes change in sport? Schilling fell from hero to villain to rise up as the savior hero once again within 2 games. The forgotten and neglected Lowe who is still unsure of his contract the next year pitched the Sox to victory when they were down and out, and twice in the space of 4 games. That's a special effort man.

2004 might after all be the year when the curse gets reversed and where all the belief of the 84 years might eventually pull through to pave the way for a Red Sox World Series title. Believe.

Lets Go Red Sox! We have reason to believe.

Im here for the free beer...

Its Friday and late-evening, which means i was probably doing something which i dun remember.

And the reason why i dun remember is every late Friday evening, i sit with my beer.

Its a rule and rule #1 if you wanna better know me.
Its a little like what they say in the Asterix novels " We don't fight on Sundays " A little that way. I dont do anything constructive ( like work/Homework) on Friday evenings and i follow it as my own testament.

That is like one of the very few moments that i allow for myself.
Sometimes i reflect, sometimes i go nostalgic, sometimes i am just downright funny and cheerful, sometimes i watch a movie while most times i just go into a shell of my own, which none can penetrate with sum music humming in the BG, or am all of the above at the same time..

And it was one of those Friday evenings and Jason barges in ( he knows i drink a few beers most Fridays). He makes straight for the fridge and helps himself to one. Usually, i am cool with it, but i was running a ration that day, and i am like " Hey Jason. I need it".

He just turns and faces me and says " Look fella. I dont care. Ok, just read what my T-shirt hasta say".

Its a black round-neck with the words written in dark gold.
I glance and read it out loud ( which was a bad mistake) and it goes
" I'M HERE JUST FOR THE FREE BEER "

This drives me nuts. I get real crazy but it was pretty funny and i start laughing and don't stop Jason from guzzling on the beer.

And then like 20 minutes later, we run outta beers. I am like " Ok man, lets go get some more. I am in a mood for a long night of drinking".

And Jason is like " No pal. I aint gettin you any, man. U shuda stocked it up knowing it was Friday nights and knowin u were in a mood."

I go " Hey, cut it out pal. I need some and i am broke. Get me some dude, hey".

Jason goes " So, u really want one, huh? Ok !".

And then he does this thing which totally takes me by surprise. He fishes into his bag, and he's like " Dude. Take it. Wear this, and we'll both go hunting".

I am like " Hey, what? I ask you for beer and you give me a t-shirt. Common man. I will take the T-shirt but fetch me me beers, will ya?"

He is like " Just shut up and wear the shirt Ram. Wear it, and i know a place that is running a open house tonight. We go there and drink all we want, okay."

I like this idea and i take the shirt and it reads
" I AM HERE TOO JUST FOR THE FREE BEERS "

I am thoroughly touched and i start thanking him all over the place and all.

He's like " Ok, buddy. Get into it. Lets go. We are now like this pair of beer hunters, ok. We break into every party in town, start downing them beers and if anybody ever asks a question, we have 3 words for them " READ MY SHIRT". Howdee like it?"

"That is like the greatest plan Buddy. Hard to think you thot of this urself. Did it put a hole in that already pea-sized brain of urs and all, man? Ok, we go"

We hit that open house and have a thoroughly smashin time, playin poker, guzzling swigs and all, and around 2 at night, Jason drops me home and he is like " You can keep it man. We'll use it all the time now on. We wear it together. I got it for you. Gnite buddy. U r chick."

That was outta the blue. That was pretty moving. Swell pal, he really is. Nice T-shirt and free beers to boot too.

I hafta return the favour sumtime. Should i give him a T-shirt which reads
" Hey, could i borrow ur brain? I just used mine.. "
Something along those lines.

He wud really think I am asking for his brains indirectly. He is really random twerp, but a splendid guy.

Anything but " A beautiful letdown"

The Switchfoot were in town today.
Switchfoot is this rock band from SanDiego, Cal.
Their album " A beautiful letdown" apparently is a platinum, and they have a decent fan following, who actually follow them, and swear by them.
Im not here to pitch a market/ad for switchfoot, and frankly i haven't heard of them before.
But its been real long since i've been to a rock concert.Lemme think, the last i had been to were the ones by "Euphoria", " Junoon", " Mokasha" and " Parikrama"...all Indian and Pak bands, and that was when i was in Chennai attending the " shaastras". Sure been more than a year.
Not much of a rock concert freak, but i like the atmosphere there. People freak out and be themselves, thats what i like abt rock concerts.

So, i get the chance and at $6, its indeed a steal.Like any good concert should and will, this one too started about an hour late."The honorary title", a band from NewYork and "The format" from Arizona opened up for the Switchfoot.
The hon. title played good and fast self-composed numbers, but the energy was missing. The format were stunning. The energy, verve and enthu the lead singer brought into the " not the party type Utah crowd" was remarkable.People were actually banging their heads, which i have never seen with a Utah crowd.
I was left thinking " If switchfoot are even gonna bring even half the energy these guys did, it might just be worth it!".

After 20 minutes, switchfoot make an appearance, simple and straight forward, no dazzle and frills and all and with a " Whats's up Utah?" get to work. They start with a high energy chart topper " Dare you to move" followed by the top 10 single " Meant to live". Jon and his sibling, Tim Foreman, the lead guitarist let themselves go on these 2, totally freaking the crowd out and driving them nuts. They follow this up with two absolutely never heard before new numbers, one of which is this total drum thing ( dedicated to losers and weirdos-which was what actually caught my attention), which actually sidelined the guitars and vocals. That was the one which i liked the most.
They kinda lost energy a little after that and thats when all the sing-alongs like " Happy is aYuppy word" dedicated to Jon Cash (Walk the Line and Ring Fire) got played.
They close the night with another terrific drum number, the name of the track which i forget totally. But thats the song thats been playing in my mind ever since.

A thoroughly cool outing which i watch sittting from the gallery ( would you beleive that?- you save the worst for the last).
I actually like the concert from my seat, just standing up and swayin rather than get within a extended arm from the platform and bang ur head away to a headache. I alter my stance. Watching from the gallery still gave me a splitting headache.

Ouch, it does hurt, but i dont regret it!

P.S - Hmm...Metallica are playing in SLC on Nov 22. Cant wait for it.

Waking up PD...

Check the " sleeping in class" blog for background about this one.

Pd dozes 5 minutes into class Monday. I nudge him and he wakes up and thanks me.
5 minutes later, he is asleep again. I whisper his name by his ear and he wakes up and pretends to have woken up.
10 minutes later, he is once again, fast asleep. I bang him against his left shoulder with mighty force ( which gave me mighty satisfaction). That kept him awake for 15 minutes and he falls into a deep slumber once again.

Adele Checks out if PD is still asleep every 2 minutes and i can swear she just flashed the slightest non-noticable smile toward my direction for all too brief a moment. Slightly embaressed for Pd, i nudge his leg to wake him up, which actually caught Adele's glare, and this time there was no hint of non-transperancy. She openly smiled at me, which i returned, slightly bewildered.
Pd is nuts with me by this time and swears " Now, cant you see im sleeping?" and falls to slepp promptly within 2 minutes.

I ignore him, and toward the end of class gaze towards his side to see him sleep heavily mouth wide open with salive hangin out and spilling into his clothes. I realise my needless exercise is worthless and let him have his beauty sleep.

After class, he is still cross with me for banging on his shoulder and complains he went to bed at 3 Am the previous night. I am in no mood to argue and leave it at that.

Before class today, i challenge him to not fall asleep in class. He agrees and retorts " I had a sound sleep last night. No way i will slumber off today in class". We bet over a beer and enter class. I start to worry as 30 minutes into class, Pd appeared to be strong in his resolution and dint even give a hint of dozin off. However, with 5 minutes for class to get over, he just closes his eyes for a moment and i bang him across his shoulder. He claims he dint doze off, but was concentrating on the lecture too seriously, and was forming a mental picture over his mind. Bullocks, total bullocks.Naturally, i dun buy it and we decide over it by the toss of a coin...which i win.

I dun care if he fell asleep or not. I won me beer and im more than happy with it. After all, i deserve it for all the trouble i went through in class tryina wake him up without gettin caught by Adele. In a class of 5, it can be darn difficult.

My idea of a poem- Beer, we love you!

To celebrate the Poms victory o'er the Aussies
And to mourn our loss to the Pakis,
Did me and me girl write a poem, wearing our khakees,
By the completion of which i hope to get us both out of our jockeys!

Its on our passion by name Beer,
By which my life is centered i swear,
And helps me take life in the 5th gear.

Here goes!

As our love grows, my little dear,
I behold u as memory flows; beside u, my sweetest beer
I kiss ur head, as the magics flow,
A KISS long indeed, yet slow u make the stars glow.

So many nights we spend together,
In freakin' Logan's god-damn weather,
U got me pals with great endeavor,
And courage to fight one without a shiver!

Getting tastier at night if ur a Draft,
Like a woman's touch on a man's shaft,
U put me in Fantasy Island with no raft,
Where I shamelessly explore my craft!

Through relationships, and uncomfortable
Get-togethers, i knew u were ther,
And thanks, I and U make an excellent pair!

If anyone dares to take u my dear,
I swear I'll cut his #$#$# to a hemisphere,
And if u leave, breaking my heart with a tear,
Dun do that, feels like a Spear
Stuffed into my rear.....

Get on me BUDdy and play it right,
Be worth the money i spend every Friday night.
Sit beside me to watch the mock fight,
Between Henry, Miller and their Bud 'Lite'!

Fosters, Kingfisher and Red stripe,
The Irish Red makes me reach out for my pipe,
Dearest Guinness,Without you, my life would be a major fright,
Fosters, Zingaro, Heineken...I love you allright.

I know you are cheaper by the dozen,
I meet you all in my haven,
Such is our bond, very intricately woven,
And without doubt, you are better than any lousy women.

ITss getting late as i stare at u Honey.....
I gotta crash as ive got no more money...
Standing beside me is the biggest bunny...
Worth no more then a red penny!

The drafts are lovely dark and deep....
As i go downtown, i remeber the promises to keep,
And gulps to go before i sleep...And gulps to go before i sleep...
And gulps to go before i sleep...


Grab the nearest beer and celebrate the Poms victory. A toast to
Vaughan and his men.

Cheers.

Sleeping in class...

Me and PD attend this seminar by Adele today.
Since its a prez loaded with bizzare microarray images, and for the "effect" to hit home, the lights are turned off.
Its a pretty dark conference room in there and Adele is drooling along in her " please goto sleep" monotone.
And yeah, i have also had almost 3 next to sleepless nights in addition to the stupid dance practice.
Plus, as if these arent enuff, i had a light lunch.
So, 10 minutes into the seminar, i promptly slumber off.
That aint no big deal. I regularly sleep in class when i do not even have half of the above reasons..Im here trying to justify my sleeping in class today, not everyday.
Coming to the story, me and PD have this arrangement to wake up each other when we happen to doze off.
PD usually sleeps off in Adele's class and i try my best to wake him up by nudging his leg or slwoly whispering into his ear, but have never had success.
So, today he gets his chance to wake me up, and he does that to great effect.
He gives me a tight slap across my shoulder and looks elsewhere, as if he aint knows nuthin abt it after causing people listening/sleeping in front to recover from the slumber and turn back.
I mean, that was a hard slap. And i wake up and think " Ok, so this is the way you wake people up!".
Just you doze off, u bastard, i'll chance my arm, and you'll never know what hit you. My time will come. Just you wait.

Back again...

Back to blogging after a breif hiatus (almost a month actually) spending time in the sidelines, or refrained to the backbenches as politicians luv to say.
I guess spending time in the sidelines really meant putting time on my research, doing experiments in the lab, analysing data, writing reports, working on my paper and such stuff.
And i cannot pretend for a moment i really like it.
I go through a moronic/robotic existence over the last 3 weeks, and my roomies even complain i stank of Nitrogen gas, from time to time.

All that really doesnt matter now, since the long spell of uncertainity, anguish and anxiety have come to an end.
My advisor agrees to retain me in her lab, so i get to finish this thing i am doing pretty soon, and move in some other direction which i "take" to.
I get pretty surprised by my own reaction when i hear i have been retained.
Of course, although i have been hoping that i would get retained ( who wants to get dumped off ?) , it did not really take me sky-high and what not.
That basically i guess is due to the reason that i am not really liking what i did, am doing now, and what i am going to have to do over the next 2 sems.
But it pays, takes care of my tuition, so i really need not fry my mind on who i need to touch for a fiver for my next weekend beers.

I guess i have to accept it as a part of life, and carry on with this meaningless existence. Kinda like lay low and hang on till the next path opens up.
At this point, i would like to elaborate im in such a situation because i let my life take its course.
Had i sat down, paused for a moment, thought deep, counted to ten , and/or even took a practical, pragmatic outlook, approach towards life,what i want to do, i dun think i wuda landed in the soup i am in right now. ( Things are better now, i was swimming in a worse soup a few weeks ago, and i was forced to drink it too..Me and my sense of humour. Doesnt even extract a grin outta me, and its damn frustrating, when sumthing you intend as a joke, atleast just to urself, backfires and makes u more somber and frown).
Where was i?...Oh yeah, The soup,... i really love tomato soup. No, that wasnt it, was it?

Its all fine to hang low, but what i am afraid of is, if it ( the so-called hanging low and waiting for oppotunity to knock on ur door) gets me back to such inactivity as i have been through before, which i am infamous for, life will just continue to take its own course, and it will just take a huge toll on me, and i cud just as easily enter as a worthy competitor for the " Worst sucker that ever lived" competion, and i cud even make the final 100.
What i really want to do is open up a new pathway , wherein "I" get to control my life, so that it doesnt control me. And "I" want to do that.
I realise i have to got to get a little outward, ambitious, active and enthusiastic ( im still not getting the word i want, is it DRIVE ?) and charter and design and decide the course now on. And basically be my own boss, and stay happy.

If ever i happen to become somebody else's boss, i swear i wud make life a living hell for him/her ( i really do not mean that, and its a pathetic joke, but you must have ur moments too, sometimes, and i really enjoyed it).

But i think i can actually feel proud of what i have done over the last one month.
I prove to myself and my boss ( why shud i keep dragging her everytime?) that i am good at whatever i do, if i decide to work hard on it.
My whole life the whole of last month was like work, work, work, work, work ,work, and more work. No TV, No olympics, No movies, No cricket, No binges, No parties, No vacations, No time-offs, Not even internet.
It was a fucking pathetic way to live, and i do not intend to live that way anymore.
Why do i start crying all over it once again, when what i really wanted to say was i was proud of myself.
Yeah, i am proud of what i have done, and i think i will take it as a big plus, and work in that direction, in terms of the amount of work and application i have had to put in.
If at all, there comes a time in the future, where i becum insipid and lacking in interest/involvement to work, i think the experience i gained over the last 3 weeks shud really stand me in good stead to work my ass off.
Thats enuff of it for the moment i think.

Now that school is back in full swing, i really get some time off, pretending to be busy with my studies, and hence taking it easy off the lab.
Classes are pretty cool this sem. None of them seem to be really tough, and i dont have to slog to make top grades.
Now, that definitely more optimistic, and the way to be.

Am off for a quiet smoke, and a short sleep.
If i see through this Friday and weekend pretty good, i shud be coasting the next 3 weeks.

Just a very optimistic quote to finish the day with .....
" Never worry about the world coming to an end today.Its already tomorrow in Australia"
Australia, a land full of prisoners/ convicts, and they already have a brighter tomorrow.

My idea of a poem..- Carnage

I am no poet and i would be the first to acknowledge it.
In fact, i would correct if you said im one.
No doubt you wudn't make such tall claims when you read the following " poem ?" which me and Komi wrote in a dull and boring ECE class, right under Maha's nose. That gave more bang.
Here goes.

Carnage - Great destruction of life ( Brought about by oneself)

I saw a girl near a garage,
She was then in her teenage;
After which she joined engineering college.
Influenced/Convinced by my friends'tutelage,
I approached her and proposed a permanent bondage.

I should have listened to the old adage,
That a girl's father's anger could not be managed,
Next thing i remember is waking up with the Dr.'s bandage,
Which was followed by my friends' endless badinage.

All i wanted was a happy marriage,
Alas, the result was a total Damage...!

early morning and coffee

I dunno why im doing this...
I get up like this 7 in the morning on monday, after having gone to sleep like this 5 hours ago, and i cum straight to blog after a nice jog and a strong coffee.Not good at all- i mean the blog aint good at all.
Today aint not so bad. Yestday - sunday and i spend the whole of it sleeping in bursts of 3 hours and 4 hours like all day long and dont really get outta bed b4 i go to play that stupid game in the evening.

I aint not tired and 5 in the mornings is good..immediately after this,i am heading to lab and then the library, and the vicious circle starts all over and runs in a cycle for the whole week.Am fed up with it.
But, this moment right now - am feeling pretty vokay. The early morning wake up was great, the jog better, and there, now i hit home the truth why i am feeling so good...it definitely has got sumthing to do with that coffee i had.

God knows what coffee has in it, but then it makes me this extra-cheerful. It has to have a strong stimulant, and one of these days i am gonna hafta join a network of bloggers abt coffee and find out for real what makes it so addictive.
And frankly, i am drinking too much coffee these days. 5-6 coffees over a period of 9 hours is no good, and that is hard to break away from due to the fact thats its free, ready and at a very proximal location from my workbench. No easy way out.

I been like this drinkin coffee all my life. My mom used to smuggle me coffee even when my dad wud give instructions to keep me on this complan boy diet ( i hated it just because he asked me to drink it).
Getting back, i have always appreciated my coffee and like it dark, strong and not so bitter not so sweet,and of corse, steaming hot.
The coffee i drink these days are watered down, creamed, and are the types i wuda thrown down the sink in India.

But i take to them these days, and when i think about it, upon retrospect, i am no surer of whether i will appreciate that fresh milked filter coffee anymore.
I guess i shud not get into more detail abt this one...anyway, what is the need to fuss about? I have my coffee, and it stimulates me and keeps me goin....Why shud i hussle and get harrowed over one of the few things i really enjoy.

Makes a duece lotsa difference to the way a day starts in a guys life, doesnt it, coffee?
Time for another cup..

Freaking son of a colonel, its a monday morning...withdrawl symptoms? plenty...
Gonna be a long day today and i should make a consious effort to not drown myself in coffees nor rely simply upon coffees to keep me awake, fresh, up and running...!

LIFE, or is it EFIL....

Romit sends me this fwd, and its just too good to just let it go and delete it. Although, as with other Romit stuff, of which crap is a vital ingredient, this one makes you wish it could be the way things work. Sounds awesome on paper, just like our Indian cricket team. A fun read.

"The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends.
I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A death ! What's that, a bonus?!?
I think the life cycle is all backwards.
You should die first, get it out of the way.
Then you go live in an old age home. You get kicked out for being too healthy, go collect your pension, then, when you start work, you get a gold watch on your first day. You work forty years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement.
You drink alcohol, you party, and you get ready for High School.
You go to primary school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back, you spend your last 9 months floating with luxuries like central heating, spa, room service on tap, then you finish off as an orgasm!!
Amen."

on a few things...

Well, after the last post, i havent done much, actually nothing at all.
I screwed up on the experiment, of course, i had nothing to do with it, it screwed itself by itself, if thats ever possible.
All my determination to not drink beer this weekend became a blur as i once again ended up with my beer last night. Honestly, i keep saying to myself, not to drink every weekend, but i end up doing it. Drink little, or drink lots, a pint is still a pint, and the drink is still bitter. I really have to walk my talk ( which i have with myself) and come what may, im not drinkin a drop this weekend.

Did go and play the most unmeaningful game of cricket i have ever played all my life today evening. I get out for scores of 2, 0 and 1 in the 3 games we play today, and i can definitely do much better than that. Should i stop playing cricket too?

While on cricket, its damn sad to see the Indian team goof up against Pak last night, and gladly, i wasnt watching the match, although upon hindsight, i would have really loved to watch that six of sourav off shabbir. Plenty better, as for the first time in his life, Arvind gave an inch and actually accpeted sourav as good. The amount of emails we exchange over that hardly makes sense, but its still a good timepass, and i am one in for an arguement, when in mood.
And then i became this mighty glad when Joo sends me an offliner. I start writing her a real long mail, but then get bored midway, so abandon it altogether, and send her a " im fine, howdee ?" offliner.

And i mail the groups for the first time in my life today. And then i ask myself a 1000 times " Why did i do it?". I shud not keep it going, because going by original standards, i am always mute to mails, why change now? I mean, i mail arvind & co. about Sourav and stuff, i mail Payal all the time, i mail my uncle oftentimes, and as if that aint enuff,i start writing Joo this real long reply, and the groups too.I shud make a consious effort to not mail everybody about everything.

Latest news is the Indian restaurant is finally opening in Logan tomorrow. More Food for thought, i,e. if u r hungry..!
I still dont know why Indians still go gaga over Indian food in restaurants after coming to US? Honestly, i don't have a problem with American food. Its cheaper, quicker and more convenient. But we ended up blowing nearly 300 bucks on Indian food on that Phila Trip, which was more than i could afford..I protested, kicked, and even cried but the way these guys take to Idly sambar is worse than fish does to water. Yeah, i mean, i love Idly sambar, but no way am i spending 10 bucks on it. And one thing you cant do with my friends is reason and make them see light and sense, because they do not have one. And they call me too americanised just because i voice against Indian food at an eatout. Now come on, gimme a break, while u take one urself too. I just nod my head, let them have the pleasure, and follow them into the restaurant and let myself loose on the Idlies. They taste terrific.

Back here, one of my friend persuades me to take a meal plan for lunch everyday @ the indian restaurant for a 100 bucks a month. That really tips me off, and i say a "no way" to him, and he is clever enuff to realise that i cant be persuaded into it, and leaves it at that.
Why,after all, you guys eat Indian food everyday at home? Really, is everybody foolish, or, is it just me that has gone bonkers/bananas/nuts and spices, what not?

We watch thalapathi in the evening ( for the nine hundred and thirty eight thousand, fourty seventh time) and me and Magathi go for a walk, whn she really starts to crap about her indian trip and how great it was. I just say " Wow, thats great" to everything she says, and refrain from telling her some of the things we did at Phila, NY and Niagara. Anyways, i like to talk to her, and we crap on a lot, from transistors to rockyroad icecreams. That was the best conversation i have ever had in weeks.
Upon hindsight, actually not. Me, prasanna and Ved get into this real cool conversation last night where we discuss Yoga, Voodoo, ghosts, spook, and even the sabrimala Jothi, books, movies and cricket. That one was also good.
So much to talk about, so less time on the hands. Its 1.20, and i better go and get sum sleep lest i am late for tomorrow. Thats sumthing i really hate, being late, it really sucks.

My first

Well, now that im into blogging, goodness knows what else i will refrain from, and frankly i dont care.