Monday, December 26, 2005
"I dare you to!"This was a direct challenge to his resolute spirit. He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. By the time he opened his eyes, he had made up his mind. Without a second thought, his hand quickly popped it into his mouth.His hand was still covering his lips. As he slowly brought it down, his friends gaped at him in disbelief. Their pupils dilated in awe of what they witnessed.The corner of his mouth began to twitch. Frown lines engraved deep burrows into his forehead. His eyes rolled back, and he shut it tight to prevent it from popping out. His face contorted into a grotesque grimace. His head started to jerk horribly. His eyes threatened to water as he crimpled his nose. He hid his face behind his palms and collapsed to his knees.As suddenly as it started, the twitching reduced. He let out short shallow gasps and bent over. His friends were still staring with their mouth agape. And slowly, he stood up, and took his hands away from his face. The corner of his mouth curled once more, but this time into a smile. He broke into a wide grin as his friends cheered aloud.It had been ages since he had tasted the ultra-tangy CentreShock chewing gum. The effect was still the same.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
thozhiliye maatheetaanga ba :(
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Saturday, December 17, 2005
Dejected.. with seeds of misery sownCheerless.. with happiness unknownCrestfallen.. with my last hope tornAtrabilious.. I am, for melancholy, bornWretched.. in a deplorable stateMiserable.. with sorrow in spateMorose.. sitting in dark gloomDespondent.. awaiting my doomWoebegone.. my heart etched with deep sorrowDisconsolate.. crying like there's no tomorrowLugubrious.. feeling exaggeratedly sadGlum.. enveloped in a feeling so badRelax, this isn't one of those "heartfelt, senti, my cries of pain conveyed, blah blah and some more blah" poems. I can't even read them, let alone write.. I'm jus preparing for GRE! :P
konjam changes done!
Monday, December 12, 2005
Same difference - 3
When do you know a person has transformed from a sexy babe into a lump of fat?
A hawt chick is bothered by the stares..
A err.. well rounded individual is bothered by the stairs..
[P.SAunt Marge image courtesy : here! Google image search showed me the way, but didn't wanna take a risk! :D ]
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
It was quite a tough task plodding away through the beach sand for every run.I was playing cricket after almost a year yesterday, and did something that'd make even The Injured Angel proud! I was very painfully reminded about how long it's been since I played, by my aching limbs and muscles today morning, but that's secondary.Beach cricket with one narrow strip of hard surface doesnt help matters either. All the running was done on loose sand, and each effort to get to the other end of the pitch seemed as if I'd run a thousand miles. It is also a pity that with every trip to Bangalore, I put on an alarming amount of weight and the only way I burn it off is by playing cricket. But two trips to Bangalore in a year with absolutely no cricket meant, well, I was in perfect shape. A perfect sphere. :(I could take it no more. Running on the pitch was the only way out. The shooting pain in the leg was the only thing that mattered, not the stony rough pitch full of coarse sand and sharp pieces of rock. I was at the non-striker's end when the batsman tapped the ball straight to the fielder and took off for a single. Ah, finally! Something to put me out of my misery! I ran with absolutely no hope of getting to the other end, straight down the pitch.Halfway down, I tripped. The momentum made me bounce twice on one foot, a bit like playing hopscotch in the middle of a cricket field, and went crashing to the ground. Physics did the rest. I went sliding all the way to the crease, and remember the sharp rock and coarse sand? They all said hi.. maybe a bit too enthusiastically!I got up, feeling a bit embarrassed, wiping the blood off my arm, hoping my friends wouldn't roll on the floor too much, laughing. Instead, I was greeted with a reaction diametrically opposite to what I expected. Mouth agape, staring wide eyed, my friends had a totally incredulous look pasted on their faces. "Dei, un wicket-ku aanalum ivalo priority kudukka koodadhu da! ada paavi, kallu mullu kooda paarkama dive adikariye run out aagama irukka! Not out.. sandhoshama?"The blood was worth it. :)
While we're discussing run outs, here's a trivia question.
Q. Name the only South African batsman who has never been run out in his life. Not even while playing school cricket. Even if he's involved in a mix up, and it gets referred to the third umpire, he always gets the green light.
A. Just in Kemp :)
Friday, December 02, 2005
An unpublished write-up by an investigative journalist written almost 10 years ago.
Residents of Nippon Society, Juhu Church are quite used to shrill high-pitched shrieks coming from the most celebrated mansion in their area. The Tandon House has been the source of such disturbance for over a year now. The bloodcurdling screams that rent the air at frequent intervals resulted in the alarmed neighbours holding a meeting and deciding to approach the Tandons and demand an explanation. They'd held back for a while owing to the fact that Raveena had just only made it to bigtime showbiz recently, having got a major breakthrough with Mohra (1994).The explanation given by the Tandons satisfied the residents of Nippon Society and they promised to remain tightlipped about the issue since it could hamper the girl's future in Hindi Cinema. Some were even amused and everytime they heard the screams after that, they chuckled instead of scurrying for cover. When this writer tried to persuade the residents to talk in an attempt to get to the root of this mystery, they vehemently refused to comment. They had no intentions of embarrassing their golden girl whom they'd seen grow up in front of their eyes into a ravishing beauty and felt she should be celebrated, now that she was finally getting noticed.
November 15, 1995
The Tandons too refused to comment. "It's nothing. Forget it. Raveena's not feeling too well at the moment. So if you could excuse us...", father Ravi Tandon trailed off, making it quite clear that it was time to clear off before he called the guards. The immediate suspicion was that the leading lady was under considerable trauma after her failed love-life was splashed all over the glossies. "Was she psychologically affected?", "Is she visiting a psychiatrist?", "Is she being frequented by err.. her ex-boyfriend trying to patch up?" The response to all these questions was a categorical No, but uttered with obvious sincerity.An investigative journalist's got to do what an investigative journalist's got to do. The mystery was eventually cracked. It was found that the Tandon House was infested with rats and Miss Raveena, inspite of being the animal lover that she was, wasn't too fond of dirty rodents. This led to another mystery. Why was the Tandon House alone attacked by rats while every other residence in the neighbourhood was free from these pesky creatures? I reiterate, an investigative journalist's got to do what an investigative journalist's got to do. This mystery was solved too.It has been found and confirmed that Raveena has been bothered by these creatures ever since her hit song "Tu Cheese Badi Hai" hit the airwaves.