Hostel Rocks!!!

Ten Reasons why I love watching sports in the hostel rather than the preferred comfort of my home:
1. There are 6 people crammed into an area where there usually is one person and the noise levels can never be matched by anything else.
2. A high decibel speaker at full volume can be engulfed by the nooise created by 2-3 throats when a century is scored, match is won or a goal is scored.
3. There are some who end up on the winning side and some on the losing side and the way the case is taken adn how the losing side retaliates.
4. The way all enmities are forgotten and sports is celebrated.
5. The jumps and the exultation in the moment of adulation inspite of cramped up space.
6. The food material meant for one person gluttonised by 6-7 people and the way it vanishes in seconds.
7. The know - how and useless knowledge shared....useful for the moment eys but never later...like why the batsman's leg must point towards square leg or why Federer should have gripped his racket higher.
8. The bullshit stories that come later like why Ani's dad would buy Manchester United...because he wants to meet Rooney and Ronaldo frm the fact analysed by Ani that the Glazer kids get to meet Rooney and Ronaldo easily.
9. The oohs and aahs that accompany the close misses.
10. Finally, the greater bond that develops on the aftermath of the game irrespective of who wins or loses except in the cases of ppl who r highly unsportive....

Well....thats for now...Thanks for the idea Nidhi....beat boredom for 1/2 an hour ;)

P.S: Kapoorani :P hope u r happy again ;)
Srini

Thanks!!!!!!!!!!!!

The very word that is a cornerstone in the annals of the English language. The word that signifies gratitude and acknowledgement of a benefit or favor.....today D was like am gone, just like the Arsenal fan Debo the other day when Arsenal managed yet another draw to hand United the top slot in the league....well coming back to Deepa or D, she was like I have a CG Project and my Pol Ob project is bull shit .... am gone and i wont attend classes, i'll miss them because i'll sleep....well she isnt exactly a soothsayer but anyway I came up with a comforting tch tch tch ... don''t worry we are all there for u and she came up with THANKS, this put me into thought mode. I had always assumed and presumed that Thanks was a word meant for formality meaning u use it in a place where u intend to be formal. You say Thanks when u intend to be formal or mean it from the deepest depths of your heart for instance yours truly's previous post. Now D am not taking your case here but just an example to prove my point. I have always been of the opinion that there shouldn't be the word that starts with a T and ends with a S and has H,A,N,K in between in other words there shouldnt be Thanks in certain relations where u start to completely adore the person, take Zaf for instance....one reason why I took more to him was this was what he said when I said Thanks sometime in the beginning of the first sem, "Yeah be more formal", now this was like a stunnin revelation to me that there are more people who share this opinion. Moving back to Deepa and analysing this situation here, Deepa calls me her Best bro! Thanks for that Deepa but lets move on to discuss the thanks that u had said earlier, Deepa is like one of the goody goddiest girls around here who is there right next to me in class, breakfast, dinner and lunch and during all free - time if at all we get any in this temple of academic excellence. And this tiny little creature says Thanks....i did try to tell people early last sem, but to no avail and gave up to adopt the "np". THen where does this fault lie, is it because people feel everything has to be acknowledged and given its due credence, is our society where everything has its own demarcated boundary which it cannot exceed or is it that remnant of the British which has stayed on with us for 60 years and seems set for more - FORMALITY and Courteous .... watever it is
It is dumb to say Thanks to someone you know is there for you because:
1. He/She wouldnt have done it expecting your thanks
2. He/She won't refrain from doing you a favour next time just because you didn't say a thanks this time
3. He/She will definitely not carry a grudge against you just because you didnt say thanks...this especially for those who have this habit...is there any instance where a person carried a grudge against you just because you forgot to say thanks

Thanks might be the symbol of being genteel and my calling for removing it from close relations might sund absurd to some and a murder of courtesy and good behaviour to some but then to me it is just proliferation of that essential thing where people do things for you and not quid pro quo - brotherhood.

Chuck the Thanks

Srini

The Birthday Post

Yeah, this one is straight from my heart and one of the very few times when I am going to deny that very few people alone of knowing what is going on behind the huge facade. Yes, my birthday, the completion of the 19th year in this life. Well, I came back to college for my birthday from Delhi to learn that some men who have become so essential for my life in this place wouldnt be there to share the joy of this moment - Abhay, Adi, Aman, Ani, Mardia, Nath, Pranav....all out to have fun in Goa and Delhi..... yes, felt very very bad that these guys wont be there to share the fun and was feeling pretty low, Bagdi and Sunny with me in the hostel trying to put things in place for the regular hostel rituals for a birthday...Thanks all those people who asked me to not be disappointed because of this half - empty hostel and Nidhi especially for giving me that shoulder to lean upon and Adi for taking my ranting over the phone and then came the stroke of midnight as Vivek, Adarsh and Zaf walked in to join in on the celebrations...thank you three of you....it seriously meant a lot to me and lifted my mood so much.....ok now moving away from the senti part, the phones started ringing and as i kept on answering the calls, impatient Sunny, pulled the phone out and put it in his pocket and didnt let me answer my DAD"S CALL....all for the cake...the cake which was all over my face and hair only...oh yeah Dad, you need to get me a new Debaj t-shirt, this one is gone....then watched Hustle upto 2 in the nite and went of to sleep only to be woken up at 6.30...yeah u read it rite imagine 6.30 in the morning....and i strictly told mom, call me after 7.30 only and woke upto 8 missed calls from various people who realised that such a soul existed only on the 5th of March and wished to disturb my sleep....then trudged into class...and slept through the first two hours to be woken up...a rude awakening there which said Pol Ob presentation next class....dont ask abt the presentation though.....then ohk nothing great just another normal day where i beat bagdi 10-3 in FIFA and suspiciously the connection was lost in the next two games...okok chill they were even stevens....and oh yeah, I had to answer this unusual number of phone calls nd say a billion thank you's. Then again, Mom, Dad, Grandparents et al love you all, thank u girls for those wonderful shirts love u as always.....Bagdi nd Sunny....couldnt have imagined the day without u 2....Vivek, Adarsh nd Lzafeer again....u made my day again.....Team India for having thrashed the Aussies in their own backyard....Man Utd for making it thru to the Quarters.......last but not the least ..... u 7 asses who werent here.....u just made me realise how much friends matter in life :) ....... and as I end this post Happy Birthday Nidhi!!! This one is for u :)

Srini

P.S: Dedicated to all those whose names arent in the post too!!

"Wanna love you longer, you still turn the fire on" - Please Forgive Me, Bryan Adams

I still remember the first time I actively took to her and today I stand addicted to her...can't spend a day without talking about her..she has sort of become this raging passion for me. I still remember not the date but the events clearly, it was that India - Pakistan Quarterfinal of the 1996 World Cup and dad was so tensed as Mohd Azharuddin and co were fighting it out and Venky Prasad was still breathing fire, he took me out of the house thrice just to avoid watching the match and it was on this day that I saw her, not that I hadnt seen her earlier or maybe call it this was the first time I really noticed her....Oh my God!! Lost my mind right then and right there and yeah I was 7 years old then, u r right. Love has no boundaries right...here you see it a 7 year old chap in love. Coming to her, she has evolved over the years, grown older, looks better and has widened her horizons achieving more than what people thought she could with her own share of controversies and yeah biaatch...i hate her she has had this ultimate privilege of being associated with God Sachin Tendulkar for so long :D....and today she stands towering over everybody in her field and ofcoourse sweetest of all...yet i fail to realise what is that special thing in her that only makes me want more of her.....and make me love her more everytime I hold her, encircling her with my arms, as she melts in me and we immerse in that indelible journey called life....anyway coming to her, she is this sleek cylindircal figure with the right curves and the right bends that makes you go mad...makes you die to just hold her in your hands for a moment and yes I have been doing this very thing for 12 years now...just dont realise 12 years whizzed past where India have put in 3 more World Cup stories of Sorry Next time around for sure and yet you have never failed me, not made me wait once, not made me go back disappointed, that massive shoulder that I can forever lean upon and the taste that you lend which erases all bitterness that i might have.....I just have a single prayer to the Almighty, Just dont separate you from me, I cant imagine a life without you, every significant event in my life and you have been there, birthday, right in the party giving my friends the time of their lives with your ineffable energy, sister's wedding, right through the marriage, cheering everyone up who seemed a tad tired insisting on the importance of the occassion, my making it to the law school, centre of that party getting everybody into that trance inspite of the dirty stench of insects and pests, me in lawschool, centre of my very existence in the middle of this nowhere....Never would I want to be separated from u and I would like to tell you.....Yeh Dil Maange More!!!!

Love You Pepsi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;)

Cheers
Srini