Choose Life

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Choose life.
Choose a job.
Choose a career.
Choose a family.
Choose a fucking big television,
Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments.
Choose a starter home.
Choose your friends.
Choose leisure wear and matching luggage.
Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself.

Choose your future.

Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?

I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who need reasons when you've got a fucking IT JOB which pays you hell lot of money?

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From long I needed some kind of break (Vacation)- probably to settle few days on the jungles of Himalaya , to visualize the simmering promises and images that I see glittering in the sky , to solve the mysteriously written life by god and to some extent by me. Then I realized that with my untended intellect had to lean on the crutch of faith to negotiate the inscrutability of life.

Could not have defined it better than the above short poem by John in Trainspotting .



PS:courtesy Trainspotting - John Hodge . If one is not getting the feel of this poem then plz do watch the Movie at least initial 20 minutes.

Sporty weekend -hangover – Jaane Tu …ya jane na.

Loads happened last weekend, full drunk on Friday night, had debates with friends that ‘adjustment’ and ‘compromise’ are same. One of my roomie missed the chances of going onsite b’coz of some idiotic and ‘F’ reason. So alcohol was the only thing with anodyne properties in this abrupt situation which can soothe him, well chicken would also have done the trick but we choose Whiskey. Oh yes we tried to encourage him but even our empathy were not sufficient to calm him down – the drinks did it and after gulping down few pegs he snored heavily. “Rest for the disjunct soul”. I was the last one to entertain the guests, but finally I also gave up on the crap discussion and retired to my room, leaving others to carry on.

It would be unfair if I don’t mention the 'friends' that were missed that nite, Guys partying seems to be boring without u ppl.

Woke up on Saturday morning with the worst hangover ever I guess, well every time I had the same feeling that it is worse than the previous hangover. Promises ‘no to drinks’ then changing the promise again to ‘less drink’. Head ache, body pain and above all had to go for Jane Tu..ya jane na – scheduled at fun cinemas 10 km from my flat at 12.30 afternoon.

Huge expectation from the movie but the movie was a result of mix bag of the previous movies like ‘Chalte Chalte’ , ‘Tujhe Meri Kasam’ and to some extend ‘Socha na Tha’. Actually we thought that it would be a college flick, but it turned out to be friendship – romantic movie. Imran was good – perfect launch pad for him and he may not be as good as Aamir/Hrithik (in their 1st mv) but he is much better than lot of other kiddo (new comer) in the block. The music is nice, the comic part is kool, Rathna Pathak is incredible, there is some slow n boring patches in the middle part of the movie but still worth watching.

Came back from the Theatre, saw the pole position for the Sunday race (British Grand Prix), it was unusual. It was Heikki Kovalainen for the first time in his career taking the pole position. Watched another clash between the ‘Williams’ sisters in the Wimbeldon final the ‘big sis’ proving better for the ‘lil sis’, winning the title for consecutive time.

Slept well and early Saturday night, woke up early Sunday morning, finished the office work quickly knowing that the afternoon would be sporty hectic.
Asia cup final – India loosing miserably to Sri Lanka thanks to their new star Mendis. No more writing on this, it will unleash my wrath at BCCI.
F1 - Lewis Hamilton wins his home race, the final championship standing with 9 races left is amazingly well balanced.

1. Lewis Hamilton- British- McLaren-Mercedes -48

2. Felipe Massa - Brazilian- Ferrari - 48

3. Kimi Räikkönen - Finnish- Ferrari -48

4. Robert Kubica - Polish- BMW Sauber - 46

But….. The star of the Sunday Evening / Late night was Wimbledon Final, the clash of the titans, the clash of skill and determination, the clash of class and the youth, the clash of world no 1 and world no 2, the clash between the great Roger Federer and the improving Rafael Nadal. What a match it was , Roger hitting aces at crucial points, Nadal running like a rabbit on the baseline firing the ball in, Roger trying to hit winners but most of the time he found Nadal at the base line hitting the ball with his typical forehand spin shot or powering the ball with his two handed backhand. No match for Nadal in the first 2 sets, but Roger won’t go down so easily, took the 3^rd set to tie breaker and won it. Similar things happened in the follow up set but this time Nadal missed on many championship point and Roger again saved his run for the 6^th consecutive title to equal Bjorn Borg’s record for 6 straight Wimbledon titles.

Before the Match

For me I was supporting Nadal but wanted Federer to win, my friend sitting by myside question my such weirdo kind of desire but the bottom line was I don’t want any of them to loose.

All set for the 5^th and final set, deduce-advantage has now become the routine, with no player ready to allow the other to break. What more can you ask for a final, grueling display of skill, stamina and mental strength. Finally after four+ hrs (not including the 2 + hours of rain delay) epic battle ended , with Wimbeldon seeing a new holder of the cup- Rafael Nadal. He crumbled to the ground in jubilation and tears, did some trekking stuffs to meet his parents and family sitting in the stands.

Nadal won 6-4,6-4,6-7,6-7,9-7 becoming the only player after Bjorn Borg to win both Wimbledon and the French Open in the same year. This year is for Spain -another reason to celebrate after Torres sensational goal which helped them to win a major title in 44 years - Euro Cup '08.

After the Match - Perfect spirit displayed thru out the match and even after the match, both player complementing each other in their short speech.

Smoked the last drag – delighted by the fact that I was lucky to watch such a final and then off to bed.

The Rear Window

Mom: Why u bathing now?
I was silent, was getting late and didn’t want to start an argument with mom.

Me: Mom!! Get my jeans n that white round neck t-shirt out.
Mom: White t-shirt, no no.. it took me ½ hour to clean it, u ruin it every time u wear it.

Me: PLZ!!!
Mom: Ok! But u have to clean it, I’m not cleaning it.
Me: ok, no probs.

Came out , went straight to the mirror , to see how fair I was looking J. NA na .. not kool, applied “Fair n Lovely” , rotated my skull in all direction so that every part visible above my torso was covered. My friends were shouting in front of the house, “Hurry Up ”,We are getting late. Since half n hour I was telling them 5 minutes. But that won’t deter me to examine myself one more time. Hmmm… not bad, a little powder (Talcum) would make me perfect. All that time, mom was standing behind me and noticing everything. Finally she couldn’t resist.

Mom: What are you doing? u r not getting married today nor going to attend one. Then why so much of decoration n fuss!!
Me: Decoration!!!

No no.. clam down… no arguments .. already late. Will handle this “Decoration “adjective once back.

Mom: God!! What has happened to this Boy “Cricket khelne ke liye itna tyari kar raha hai and that too in colony, just in front of the house.”

Now here’s the background. A new neighbor has just moved in last week, just diagonal to my house, she was slim n fair (now u know why so much of prep for looking fair) with beautiful eyes n wicked smile, wicked- b’coz the first time our eyes met yesterday she gave me a wicked smile. Don’t know what was her relationship with the Uncle and Aunty ..who cares? May be Daughter may be not .

Yeah !! I was not in the best of shape that time… so what would one expect of a boy coming from 7 hours of torture at school and that too the day when he has GAME’S period in the last, shirt half in half out, one lace tied - other exploring the universe, tie pulled down to the belly, hair in a mess, bottle in one hand - rotating it at full speed.

This full preparation was to erase the impression she must have developed yesterday of me and to ensnare her. Got out of the house, with full swing of the hair, just like a hero making an entry in to the Movies for the 1^st time. Y this b’coz I had already seen her watching from the window. Thanks to my friends for giving me such publicity … they where shouting my name from half n hour. J

Frnd1: B****… kya kar raha tha be?

Taken a back…

Me: No slang today yaar.

They were shocked , b’coz first I didn’t greet them by my typical slang and above all king of slang is telling no to it..

Frnd2: What???? Are u okay.?
Me: Ya ya.. let’s start.

Was under-performing today ..no sixes no fours ..no wickets... We have rules while playing at colony. Although there were many but this one is important.

Rule: If a batsman hit the ball into someone’s garden, he is out and he has to get the ball also.

Now u can imagine why I was hitting no sixes n fours. This was the 4^th time I hit the ball in her garden, Previous 3 times I didn’t gather the courage to talk to her, this time no excuse b’coz it may be last as the Sun was setting down and I may not get another chance to bat. She was there in the window thru out our evening’s play, few time off, but most of the time glued to the seat, watching us play.

Me: Hi! U love cricket it seems?
She: Nope!! Not that much.
Me: Then also you watching us play!!
She: Hmmm..
Me: Pretending to find the ball, although I have already seen where it was laying.
She: It dropped there.
Me: Oh ok..here!!
She: no there.
Me: I was thinking that I should ask her to come out n help me. But…. That’s me ..
She: There it is just near your left leg.
Me: Oh here it is- Idiot. Picked up and started juggling it, So ..what’s u r name?
She: ****
Me: Ok which class ??
She: 9^th .
Me: B******.. wat ?? there it goes, every thing comes crumbling down.

She is older than me.. I was in 7^th std .. that too 2 years… That’s not fair. Now I need to call her “DIDI” henceforth; this is the way we were brought up in our society.

No No.. I won’t do that.
Me: oh great .. I’m also in 9^th.
Lie is the best and first step to approach a gal. I learned that by watching SRK movies J

Me: It’s getting dark, bye!!
She:bye!!

Well I started retracing my steps -disappointed. After few days she came to know that I was not in 9^th, when i reasoned it out y i lied it made her laugh.

We were friends now, mind you just friends. Then she went out of station for higher studies after her board Exams, few months in the starting we were in contact, then lost track.

Few days back MOM informed me that she got married few months back.

I know this is not the perfect ending but this is not a movie also .