Black Holes And Revelations

The Girl Who Won't Remember My Name

2012-01-25T08:12:00.000-08:00

This is some shit I wrote a while back. It was a work of fiction, just a couple of ideas but I decided to sort of flesh it out.

Her words hit me, like a jagged spear of ice,
I didn't register it at first, but then their implications hit me.
I however took it in my stride,
It was expected for quite some time.

I took my sorrow and buried it deep,
Yeah it killed me, but I would do anything to keep her happy.
But what shocked me was her incredible candor,
When she told me she didn't love me anymore.

How then am I supposed to smile and be nice,
When my heart is so badly hurt inside?
All those words count for nothing,
And the times were a lie.

Now when my knees give way and my spirit gets low,
There is nobody to catch me but the floor.
But I shall bear all this and walk a thousand miles more,
For my love still stands despite her blows.

Everything I did for her will have no regrets,
I saw her smile and that was the best,
Those days gone by, now a movie set,
Every piece of which I will never forget.

And though my insides are welled with pain,
I shall always love the girl who won't remember my name.

*

2012-01-22T08:29:00.001-08:00

Thank you Garvit Singh, for the music, the words and the wisdom.

Sea, Piers And Pretty People

2012-01-22T01:51:00.000-08:00

Xperia Experience

2012-01-21T21:15:00.000-08:00

Ladies and gentlemen who read my blog (the few but the important :) ) I have a proud and joyful announcement to make. Remember the days when I used Emerico's old phone with the duct taped battery and no back cover? My mom's iMate sp-5, the Windows phone built in 2003, which was so slow and crappy it completely put me off cell phones? Well, my friends, those days are over, because I have a new cellphone!! *cue whistles, screams of thankfulness, delight and general applause*

Yes that's right I bought a Sony Ericsson Xperia Mini Pro and to say it's a beautiful piece of work is an understatement. Its breathtaking. The super fast, liquid touch Timescape UI powered by a 1Ghz Snapdragon processor is just sexy. A slight caress and the screen just floats under your fingers. The Android Gingerbread OS is like a dream come true and the cherry on the cake is that Sony just announced that the Xperia Mini Pro will be able to upgrade to Android 4.0 Ice cream Sandwich which is going to be even tastier than the Gingerbread!(sorry couldn't resist :P) The phones completely Facebook integrated and has a complete Moxier account too. The camera is just splendid! Its just 5MP, but has almost similar picture clarity as the 8MP camera in certain lightings (this is expected considering its Sony) and the best part is that it has HD video recording! Also included are the usual Sony perks of the Sweep Panaroma view and the capability to click 3D pictures. The slide out QWERTY keyboard too is such a joy. The button response is lovely and it makes you WANT to type stuff. Kinda like old typewriters. The main thing for me though was the music player. Music is an integral part of my life and the in-built player on the Xperia seems to share the same values. Nice playlist editors, good equaliser settings, appealing interface and the decent headphones that came with the phone clinched it. Music equals joy on this phone.

The best part of the phone though is its ability to just do stuff. Crazy stuff. Insane stuff. And it's all thanks to the OS. The apps available on the android market nothing short of brilliant! Give me an internet connection, download the app, and I can do practically anything on my phone!

This is the third phone I have purchased and owned. The thing about the phone is that there is something there. Just something about it that attracts me. Its very me. My first phone was a Nokia 6600 and I loved it. My second was a Nokia N72 and I loved it even more. I went of the Nokia path with the Sony Ericsson and a lot of people were stunned by that because I'm a die-hard Nokia guy but the Xperia just did it for me. I wouldn't even take the Neo V over this. I'm head over heals in love with this phone and like I said before, its beautiful.

Kickstart your day with God and facial muscles

2012-01-20T08:59:00.000-08:00

Well I know how it is to have both good and bad days. Some days you wake up feeling the very heavens are on your side and a terrific feeling envelopes you and makes the whole day flow smoothly, however some days you just feel like shit and want to climb back into bed, get under the covers and go to sleep. So here are a few tips to start your day and make sure you carry it through the rest of it.

1) The moment you wake up, before anything else say a quick prayer. You don't have to get into elaborate Latin incantations or recite the litany. That stuff is overrated. Just say a simple thank you for a fresh start on a new day and ask for strenght to get through the day.

2) Have an excellent breakfast. You have no clue how many days are ruined just because we don't have that tummy full of a good nutritious breakfast to help us power through our day. Remember : food=energy and energy=work

3) Listen to some music. There is nothing like some really good music to set us in that positive attitude required to tackle most day to day problems. Try and keep the song selection cheerful and upbeat. Something that lifts your soul, gives it a good shake and dances around with it. And sing along! Shout out, hum, whatever as long as it pumps you up:-) Owh and make sure you choose something that could last you the entire day; playing in your head.

4) Have the right kind of attitude. If we go out thinking the day is going to be shit then trust me it will be; not because of situations but because you just programmed your mind to make everything seem bad even if it's not. The day is half wasted the moment you think it is. So crank up that optimism in high gear and watch how it manages to sail you through the day.

5) SMILE!! A smile can be one of the most powerful things on the planet if used properly and regularly enough. Not only can it light up, impress, disarm, comfort, accept, encourage, motivate, reconcile, favour, redeem and forgive people but its also really contagious! So if you smile, the world will smile with you;-)

6) Try to make daily goals, something to look forward to during the day. If you can schedule everything right you can exert atleast a little bit control over your day. Think to yourself 'I shall do this today' and work your ass of to complete that. It give you a sense of acheivement at the end of the day and will motivate you to take on more tasks. Fruitfulness of days->level up!

7) Try to find happiness in the small things. Sometimes it's just the small things in life that are enough to light up our entire day. Notice and cherish those things. They are all around you but sometimes we are so caught up in our own overthought mess we fail to see the amazing happen around us every day. It doesn't have to be something huge, just those little things, those sparks that light the fire. It could be that pretty girl that smiled at you in the bus, or maybe your favorite song playing when you enter the supermarket, or a sudden drizzle of rain leaving everything fresh and new, the barista throwing in an extra scone when you order something at your local coffee place, a 10 buck note you found on the street, a few warm laughs with some close friends, a new amazing watering hole you found, a compliment on your attire or the way you look..Just about anything really. Life's full of these things, we just got to see them :)

So that sums up my very counsellor-ish post. But its something I've learnt and realized..maybe the hard way but I've learnt it nonetheless:-)

Scheduling

2012-01-19T06:06:00.001-08:00

Here's my new schudule. I don't know how long I'm going to stick to it and I'm putting it up here just to make sure I do LOL.

5AM-6.30AM : Wake up, wash my face and start studying
6.30AM-8AM : Work out, have bath, make and eat breakfast etc..
8.45AM-3.30PM : College :'(
4PM-5.30PM : Food, bath, general lazing around, maybe a snooze
5.30PM-8PM : Study
8PM-9PM : Dinner, micellaneous
9PM-10PM : Watch Supernatural
10PM-10.30PM : Do a bit of light reading
10.30PM-11PM : Revise what I studied
11Pm-5AM : Bed

Lord please give me the strenght to do everyday what I have written here.

Resilience

2012-01-18T06:08:00.000-08:00

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Lego!

2012-01-15T00:56:00.000-08:00

I was cleaning up my room yesterday and just behind a few old boxes on the loft I found a large tin and in it one of the most amazing toys known to man. Lego bricks! I quickly took them out and turned into a lil kid again. There were not many pieces left(just about 2 sets) but it was fun nevertheless :) I wish I still had all my bricks though at some point during my..ahem..youth I had a whole tub full of em.

Life

2012-01-07T19:53:00.000-08:00

Destitutus ventis, remos
adhibe

Burying Christmas

2012-01-07T08:24:00.000-08:00

Well we finally got down the Christmas Tree and other Christmas decor today and packed it all up in boxes, ready to heap them up on the loft until we need them again. It was sad to put it all away but it felt nice that there is a new beginning now. Don't know any other way to describe it. Still I look forward to moving to the next Christmas, and relishing every moment along the way:-)

Yesterday was a very eventful day. My aunt came to visit us with her 7 year old daughter. It was really nice having them over after so long. My aunt helped mum make a feast in the kitchen and the both of them gossiped away to glory about everything from the Lokpal Bill to why so-and-so's daughter wasn't recieving any proposals. My cousin sister brought me a Christmas gift which was bad because I hadn't got her anything. I had to make do with a clumsily packed bunch of pretty cute hairbands that I went and picked up from Westside while buying some drinks for lunch. Which was pretty sucky because she got me a portable Monopoly set!! Talk about a cool present :-D Anyway I spent alot of time playing with her and it was alot of fun! Next year I'm definitely getting her something better.

After she left I took a quick snooze and when I woke up I had gotten about a dozen texts telling me that beach football was back on. I almost jumped in delight LOL. It was alot of fun playing football after so long and overall so therepautic! :-) It didnt take me long to get an adrenaline rush and pretty soon I was all over the place sliding into tackles with reckless abandon. Just amazing! I won every ball, made some crazy runs, took on some spectaculars and hustled all over. It was like nothing could in wrong. However I picked up a nasty bruise on my left knee and didnt realize it until much later when I got home. Its pretty ugly, even now. On my way home I met Jason who allowed me to ride his bike. We took the bike all the way to Verna and back and stopped for some cutlet pav and some Falooda. It was the perfect cap to a delightful day. Life is so amazing when we learn to break it down to events we can treasure.

Just wanted to put down this thought I had earlier in the day. I realized friends are like Christmas lights, they may not be there the entire year but at that moment when you want/need them they light up our life and make it owh so magical. Cheerio :)

4drive

2012-01-04T14:36:00.001-08:00

manchester united lost again :'( it was so painful to just watch. newcastle owned us. i made fun of my brother yesterday for staying up till 3.30 AM and watching his team lose 3-0. today it happened to me. karma i tell you... :-( anyway i wasnt felling great so i took the car out and went for a slow drive to miramar and back and then raided the cookie jar when i got home. feel better now. my mom and dad dont even know i'm awake. anyway goodnight folks, or rather, good morning. its going to be a long day ahead. but yeah, bring it on.

Super-natural!

2012-01-04T07:24:00.000-08:00

Today was my first day at college in the new year and what a horrible way to start it. Skipped the first chem lecture, got bored to death in botany and spent zoology wondering what psychological ailments the professor could possibly have to be so messed up. After that I spent an hour an half pouring various chemicals in the basin during pracs before the bells chimed and I was allowed to leave the prison.
I decided to celebrate my freedom by going to Broadway's and checking out some books there. But then, something went terribly wrong. The moment I entered the place I remember a sharp pain at the back of my head and I blacked out! I dont remember a thing after that. When I woke up I realised I must have been out for about an hour and there was a large bag in my hand with John Grisham's The Litigators, Airman by Eoin Colfer, Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert, Mitch Albon's 5 People You Meet In Heaven, Euphoria: The Story Of Palash Sen, Jeffrey Archer's second prison diary, Turtle Feet by Nikolai Grozni, Mafia Queens of Mumbai, Ali Smith's Girl Meets Boy, Freakonomics, Bone In The Throat by Anthony Bourdain, The Crimson Throne by Sudhir Kakar, Revolution 2020 by Chetan Bhagat, Rapid Progress Guitar and five Adventures Of Tintin. I swear I have no idea how it got there.O:-)

Happy New Year Mr. Silveira.

2012-01-01T19:08:00.000-08:00

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2012

2012-01-01T17:53:00.000-08:00

The year is over and a new one has begun. Those people that read my blog will know that last year was a rather crappy one for me, and those who know me personally will know that it was actually more worse than that. But taking nothing away from 2011, I have to say it was pretty eventful. There were a lot of 'firsts' for me in that year and consequently a lot of lessons learnt, sometimes in a very harsh way.

Discontinuing the current path of where the blog post is heading let me tell you about New Year's Eve this time. Jason, his cousin Kolin and me decided to go to Emerald Lawns just like old times and we met up with Gitanjali and her cousin Natasha there. The turn of events that happened after that could best be described as 'doing nothing but owh so fun!' :) I really enjoyed their company and it was all was very pleasant. Unfortunately Gitanjali and Natasha had to leave soon because Natasha's dad came to pick them up. I met loads of other people after that, including some regular Emeralds lags and overall the night was fun, happy, dance-y, and to be honest a little weird towards the end. It was around 5.40 in the wee hours of morning when we left and we decided to go for mass on the out itself. So after dropping Kolin home (he came on his own bike, we just gave him company) we decided to go to Don Bosco's for mass and thus this conversation.

Me: Hmmm..its just 5.45, what shall we do for an hour?
Jason: *puzzled look* What do you mean? We are going for mass right?
Me: Yeah, but there is plenty of time for the 7 AM service..I'm not just sitting in church till then!!
Jason: *straight faced* We are going for the mass at 6 dude.
Me: *slack jawed* What?? You're joking right? Theres just 15 minutes left!! We'll reach midway into mass and I don't wanna walk in there like that!
Jason: You forgot whose riding the bike bitch, now shut the fuck up and get on the damn bike.

He then proceeded to get us from the interiors of Porvorim to the church in Panjim in around 10 minutes.

The ride back after mass was the highlight of my night out for New Year's Eve (well actually I can't call it that because we were well into the new year by then and it wasn't really night) but I'm sure you get what I mean. Jason rode surprisingly slowly back home and there was complete silence between us(not the weird awkward silence but a deep comfortable silence) both of us just enjoying the ride. As we cruised up the Miramar-Dona Paula Highway the sun started coming up. Warm rays and a magnificent red sky to one side and the sea to the other. A warm fuzzy feeling ran through my spine. It was all very tranquil. I slipped into some deep thoughts and analyzed my life so far and what I could make it, the experiences I had, lessons learnt, memories to treasure and I thanked God for getting me through the old year and giving me another one to make things right. The whole thing combined toghether and gave great felling of a fresh start and no doubt about it, I am going to to make the best out of 2012. It's going to be a good year.

Happy New Year everybody. :)

Utopia

2011-10-14T09:40:00.001-07:00

I just want to get away right
now. I want to go someplace
and just kick my feet up, feel the
wind in my hair and the sun in
my face. Somewhere I can read
a book and just get lost in it.
Listen to some music and fill my
soul with it. Kick a football and
revel in it. Find a time, a moment
and immortalize it. A place full of
hearty food and equally hearty
people. A place of laughter. A
place of colours. A place of
bright lights across still waters.

sob'

2011-10-10T07:00:00.000-07:00

I got a depressing phone call today. The kind that just wrentches your heart out and tramples it on the floor. Ah I'm quoting Little Manhattan again. We all know what that lead to the last time. I talked my way through it, somewhat, hung up and just held my head in my hands wondering what hit me. I switched on my PC, started Counter Strike: Condition Zero and went around killing terrorists while I sobbed hard from within, teeth clenched and eyes wet.

2011-09-30T09:24:00.001-07:00

1) Nice guys finish last (been there, done that. But somehow it doesnt stop me from being one)

2)Almost everybody is usually messed up. What you see as eccentricity in a person could very well be a reaction from him to avoid what's killing him from inside.

3)Whatever problem you are in, no matter how much misfortune you seem to be having it can be solved by 2 things: friends and love.

4)What is up with incredible girls and their ability to make men into stuttering bumbling fools? :(

5)I have enough love in me to light up this entire world

Money Matters

2011-09-25T07:11:00.000-07:00

I took my iTouch to that service centre in Neoginagar, Mala (almost impossible to find! took me and Shannon 3 clueless people and 2 U-turns to find) and they said they can't really 'fix' the iPod but they were willing to exchange it for a new piece along with a three month warranty for wait for it....10k! Seriously! 10 thousand bucks to give away my sumwat-functional-only-screen-not-working 32GB iTouch 3G, and get another 32GB iTouch 3G?? I might as well put in another 5 grand and buy the new iTouch 4G! So i decided. I am now going to save every single penny I own and collect 15,999 by December and buy myself the new iTouch 4G :) I've saved upto 3000 bucks so far and it seems like an uphill task but I'm kind of optimistic. Besides, I still haven't given up hope that Roxanne (my ipod) can be fixed. I still havn't tried restoring it but considering the fact that I have no net at home right now this is kinda difficult. Anyway I'm off now, got an Organic Chemistry practical exam tomorrow and I still have to complete my journal :(

And Andrea Fernandes? I'm sorry.

jaw drop

2011-09-04T21:10:00.001-07:00

Girls in pink United Colours Of Benetton spaghetti tops and boxers look HOT. Just Saying.

Smells

2011-09-03T23:31:00.000-07:00

I've associated alot of different people with smells and vice versa. It started of since I was a kid and I kind of picked it up along the way. Not everyone has it though. It's probably just the people I had/have a close emotional/physical contact with. My grandmoms, my maternal grandad, mom, dad, a few close friends etc. One thing in common is that all of them have the same scent about them from the very beginning. I guess it's because they used the same perfumes and stuff from time immemorial.

Take my Nana(maternal grandmom) for example she wore just one perfume her entire life. Chanel No. 5. She wouldn't even try any other. If by any chance she travelled anywhere and forgot her perfume at home she wouldn't even use anyone else's and would go perfumeless. So that's the smell that's always associated with her. Whenever I get that smell I instantly connect it with Nana. And it's not just her. Her entire bedroom, wardrobe, clothes have the faint odour of Chanel. Mai (paternal grandmom) on the other hand used Charlie (don't which one it was but it came in a blue box) she used it very sparingly but again, that's the smell which I have bound to her. That and the smell of her larder. She was forever in the kitchen trying to cook up something exotic for me to eat(I didn't go for the bland stuff, no not even then :P) and her larder with all the tins of food and all the spices smelled heavenly. I could stand for hours in front of that open door if she let me too. I remember holding onto her skirt and following her in the kitchen while she made me chorizos with onion and bread or curried egg. She smelled divine with all those kitchen smells permeating everywhere. Papa (my maternal grandad) used to smell of cologne. He used to shave every morning and I used to stand and watch him in fascination, praying that I would get a beard quickly so that me and Papa could shave together. After shaving he would dab his face with an Old Spice aftershave which was very strong and the smell would follow him around faintly throughout the day. My mom has used just two perfumes her entire married life. Dune and Tendre Poison by Christian Dior. I loved their smells. They were and probably are some of the best scents I've ever smelled in my life. (Dune was positively orgasmic!) Dad's work took him all around the globe so he wasn't around much but when he did come home he used a scent by Ungaro which was pretty good. I remember when I was about four my mom used to drop me to school and then carry on to my granny's place so she used to iron my school uniform and lay it on my bed and keep my shoes below that and I would change into it while she got dressed to visit Nana. I would come to her room just as she was putting her perfume and she would always spray a dab onto me and I used to go to school pleased as punch smelling like the greatest guy on Earth or something :) and when dad was home he used to do the same thing. He used to take my mom to see Nana so when we were leaving he would grab his bottle of Ungaro and spray a bit of it below my collar and ruffle my hair and I was even happier because I thought I smelled like mom and dad combined :) OK I'm going out on a limb here but one of my girl friends(yeah a girl friend..nothing more, nothing less) smelled really really good especially her hair. It was amazing. I don't think it was a perfume but rather the sum of the different shampoos, conditioners, soap, deodorant that she used. And boy, it was strong. I remember a time when I met her and went home absolutely reeking(in a good way) of her. My mom opened the door, took one sniff and asked me if I was 'with' a girl :D Maybe this is how wives catch onto their cheating husbands LOL but I never did anything with her, well not much anyway :D It was just that amazingly heady scent of hers. It latched onto anything and everything I owned including my memories :)

It's funny how so often we pick up memories, sensations, familiarities and such without even knowing them. It's the subtleties that bring everything back to us in the end.

NOBODY Trusts Me Anymore

2011-09-03T22:12:00.000-07:00

Yes, Andrea Neha Fernandes. I do read what you write!

Disturbia

2011-09-03T22:11:00.000-07:00

Like you guys know, my mom and bro are gone to Bombay for a reason that frustratingly escapes my otherwise awesome brain and my dad leaves for work early morning and comes back home late in the evenings which leaves the whole damn house to me. Though this seems like a chance from heaven to get on with my debauchary it's actually not that great. The whole house gets completely silent now and you can actually feel the emptiness seep through your skin like some plagued disease. Point is, I miss everybody. It would be great if I could go out and stuff.. wait I CAN actually go out for the entire day without my parents being any wiser but I don't have anyone to do anything with :( All my friends are now either working (this is what happens when most of your friends are older than you are), or out of station or not in a position similar to me where they can just come out and chill. So yeah, this feels alot like that movie Disturbia except that Shia Labeouf had a super hot chick neighbour to spy on while he rotted at home (OK wait I have that too..I have quite a few of them infact :D but I'm not the stalking kind)

Paintings And Misgivings

2011-08-30T03:40:00.000-07:00

Well, this is a recurring theme on my blog. I'm posting after a really long time so we all know how its gonna go. I'm going to apologize, tell you people I was busy doing so-and-so or had technical/communication difficulties, beg for your forgiveness and promise I'll be regular and post more in the future (which everybody knows is one big sham). So let's cut to the chase and just get down and dirty and up to our elbows in business. Those of you who are new to my blog and would like a proper intro ( a one with the apology, excuse and promise fully fleshed out go read one of my previous posts' intro and come back, 'cause I really don't have time for you wankers)

So lets start of with my birthday then shall we? Yes, I turned 19 on the 24th of July and like all of my previous birthdays it had it's highs and lows. I've never had a perfect birthday up til now, but not being perfect always makes my birthdays really good. Somewhat. This time I couldn't really spend time with the people I wanted to/was planning on spending it with. But then I got to meet some other people which turned out to be quite fun but left me with a real melancholy walk back home. I got two amazing paintings for my birthday though, something which I've been yearning for a long long time now. Thank you Andrea and Gitanjali! You guys have successfully added a new area to look at and smile in my sanctuary :) I'll try and post some pics up later of the paintings too. (This is a lie) I just want to thank everybody for the amazing times and moments in the past year in whatever small or big way and hope they keep on coming in the years ahead. Also, Garvit keep up your calling-at-weird-times-to-wish-me record, last time it was in the men's changing room at the Levi's store, this time it was while trying to explain to my cousin that I am not a human bean bag. Cheers bro :)

I had a day out in Panjim a couple of days back. I went to Neomi's to get my hair cut(which looks pretty decent btw) and then headed of to Azad Maidan to meet Gitanjali where she was giving an interview to show her support towards Anna Hazare to Prudence TV :) She did considerably well taking the fact that this was the first time she has done anything like this and she was super nervous so its very commendable :) After that we headed over for some coffee at CCD's and chatted about this and that while I devoured a Choco Frappe, a sizzling brownie and chicken tikka sandwiches all by myself :D However her mom came to Panjim to pick her up so she had to leave soon and I sat there and finished the remnants of my hugely lavish tea and watched the people come and go in the cafe. After that I headed off to J. D Fernandes and picked up a couple of pens and other stationery because 'someone' (read: EcoClean Services) flicked my stationery pouch that I had left in class. The most disappointing part is that I lost my black and gold Cross pen along with it :( I got a Parker Gold pen now which writes incredibly smoothly but it doesn't hold a candle to the Cross of course :( Anyway, I digress. I made my way to Broadway after that to buy a book and to speak to my driving class instructor (he runs his establishment right near Broadway) about my month long hiatus from class. I got my new dates and timings confirmed and hurried over to get my books. I bumped into my Zoology professor on the way. She had come to Rock 'n Raaga to buy a couple of music CDs apparantly. She had got her daughter along too (she looked pretty decent btw ;) ) and we chatted a while (the prof and me, not her daughter.. though she did tell me her name was Sarah..or something of that sort, I wasn't really paying attention :P ). By now it was getting really late so I made haste inside Broadway and picked up 6 Suspects, An Eye At The Top Of The World, One Red Paperclip, We Are Hungry (which looks wicked sweet!) and Enchantress of Florence (which I have since finished reading and can safely proclaim that it is amazing in a Rushdie sort of way) Whilst leaving the place with my booty I ran into ANOTHER Zoology professor who was with her son! Fortunately for me she didn't waste time on stupid pleasantries and allowed me to hurry on home. (She is really nice a teacher though. Respect.) I picked up some carnations for mom on the way though ( yeah, I'm the kind of son who, on a whim picks up flowers for his mom, mothers of the world get jealous! :P )After getting home I was dead tired and kind of switched off so I had a warm shower got into a pair of boxers and an old t-shirt, crawled under the covers and headed off to sleep though it was barely 9.

Coming back to the present, my mom and bro left for Bombay today and since dad goes to work this left me as king of the castle :) I went to this Chinese joint I know down in Caranzalem and picked up some takeout for lunch. I picked up a few groceries and everyday stuff on the way too. (Shaving foam, cornflakes, milk, eggs, the works)
It was raining very heavily when I got back but luckily the lights didn't go out so I got to dig into Shrimp Fried Rice, Scezhuan Chicken and a mushroom stir fry while watching Ninja on HBO.

Right now I need the company of an intelligent woman. Has to be intelligent and has to be a woman. I don't care how she looks or how old she is. I have no intention of dating her or anything of that sort. I just want someone I can have a decent conversation with, someone who will wrinkle my brain and shake free all the rust that has crept in there. People say this is what happen to men when they reach old age. Well I'm just 19, shoot me.

Freedom But Is It?

2011-08-25T08:07:00.000-07:00

Happy Independence Day everybody...

Class

2011-07-19T20:31:00.000-07:00

Passing chits in the Chem lecture. Old habits die hard I guess. :)

Day Out

2011-07-15T23:30:00.000-07:00

I went for my third driving class yesterday and it was quite a success. The driving instructor didn't have anything to complain about other than me crossing the speed limit on one occasion along the Dona Paula-Miramar highway. And that wasn't even entirely my fault! I mean c'mon which government retard actually keeps a speed limit of 40 kmpl a a freaking highway!? Other than that the only time the instructor opened his mouth was to talk to his girfriend on the phone (she was sick and was lying in bed all day coughing) and to yawn at my apparantly boring driving (hey I wasn't allowed above 40! what do you expect?)

After class I decided to go to Broadway and pick up some books. My apetite for books is increasing and getting back to normal. That hunger is almost back to what it was a couple of years ago and it feels amazing!I read continuesly again and actually get immersed in my books. It's a relief because for some time I actually thought I had lost it. Anyway I digress. I was strolling through the shelves when out of nowhere I saw Patricia heading down the aisle! (This isn't a wedding metaphor, just incase you thought it was) We stopped our quest for books and chatted alot. It was really cool meeting her after ages!We spoke about exams, results, Sharada's, books, football, college life etc (Yes we spoke a lot LOL) She's doing her MBBS at Dr. Ambedkar Medical College in Bangalore which is a pretty cool place and had just finished her exams so was back in town for a few days. We resumed our book shopping after that and she bought her books and left while I continued prowling through Broadway. I bought Rabindranath Tagore's Farewell Song, Prisoner of Tehran by Marina Nemat, Truth, Love and a little Malice which is Khushwant Singh's autobiography, Nicholas Sparks' Message in a Bottle, The Rose Labyrinth by Titania Hardie and Artemis Fowl: The Time Paradox. Quite a good haul I must say :)

I lugged my bag full of books (which was heavy btw!) to Cremeux and treated myself to some pork pies,mushroom things (dunno what they are called but they're pretty awesome :D) and some iced tea. I missed the last University bus so I had to catch a Dona Paula bus and walk all the way home from there. I entered the bus, sat down and who should be sitting in the seat behind me? Our (hopefully) future General Secretary Sheena. :D Soon the guy next to me got off and she came and sat near me. We spoke alot (Anyone who knows me, and well who knows Sheena will know that this 'alot' means really ALOT) We can chatter on and on for hours :D Was really great talking to her after ages. Luckily, it wan't raining when we got off and I walked her home. I really hope she wins the GS elections, she deserves it.

Anyway I went home after that and was really really tired so had a bath and lied down for a bit. My mom was still in the process of making supper when the lights went out so I decided to go for a walk and get some of that fresh rain air into my lungs. I went to the beach and sat there for a while watching the waves and the stars and the people passing by. I like watching people at the beach. There are so many stories behind them and they are all so different. Sometimes they tell you so much with just their actions, they lay out their innermost feelings in front of the sea. And I was part of them. I saw a lesbian couple sitting entwined together at the far end of the beach. From what I saw, it looked very romantic, well atleast to me. :)

Things I Not Neccesarily Need But Would Love To Have

2011-07-06T12:20:00.000-07:00

I want a BlackBerry. I love my Nokia N72 more than anything and I'll never relinquish it, but it's getting old. It's been through a lot and though I would love to use it forever, we have to face reality. My phone is running on its last legs and it may go anytime. And though I can't even imagine that hapening, when it does happen (C'mon let's face it, everything dies someday!) I'm going to have to search for a suitable replacement. And I'm going to go for either a Nokia or a Blackberry. Nokia because I love that company and I'm super loyal to it. Blackberry because of just one feature on their phones- BBM or rather, the Blackberry Messenger. It's awesome and amazing and a host of other positive adjectives. I think it's one of the coolest things on the planet to stay connected with your friends and family, even when you don't have balance (which happens quite a while with me LOL)

Another thing I would really like to have is the Canon Eos 60D. I have a 7.2 Megapixel Sony Cybershot right now which my dad bought me as a gift for my 10th Standard farewel and I love it and again, I'll never stop using it but it's pretty old and it gives a few problems sometimes which leaves you frustrated when that picture perfect moment arises. Don't get me wrong, when this camera is working it can be a supernova of awesomeness. I saw it kick my friend's 12 Megapixel Cybershot's ass bigtime in picture quality even though mine has just a 1 point autofocus! I've clicked some really amazing pictures on this camera, pictures I'll always keep and never forget but when the day arrives when it no longer functions I would like the Eos. It's a DSLR, it's smart, savvy and economical compared to the professional ones. Perfect for a noob like me :)

A polaroid camera. Why? Because its legendary and I don't have one.

12.32 AM

2011-07-06T12:00:00.000-07:00

It's past 12 here and I'm still trolling the net LOL back to the old days. Jason (Fabian's bro) came from Belgaum today and he brought with him a LAN cable and a router!Finally! So we managed to hook up our PCs and Jason's laptop and we played Dota. Was loads of fun playing together after so long! Arun joined us when he heard the news and for some time everyone kept shuttling between my house and Fabian's, telling each player what to buy and what equips the other guys was making, tips, hints, opinions etc. (we connected the LAN cable through our balconies LOL)

I played against Arun the 1st match and ended up pawning him with Venomancer while he played with Mortred. One Gale-Nova combo and he was dead LOL. After that I played versus Fabian, Silencer (me) vs Invoker. I made the mistake of allowing him to farm too early and paid the price :( Arun lost all the three matches he played today. Which was sad because he is leaving tomorrow for Kerala and then on to London. Emerico isn't there too (work) All of my friends are getting busier by the day and it sucks :'( Emerico goes to work, Jason is studying in Belgaum (though he has holidays now), Fabian has CAT classes, Arun is leaving for London, Jonathan is joining IHM. And I have stupid college. Aahh well atleast we meet when we can. It could have been a lot worse I guess.

Speaking of friends going away I have friends who are coming back soon! Anveer is coming back down on the 8th and so is Cleavon (their exams get over at the same time) and Valerie is coming down soon after that. Can't wait to meet all of them! :)

Days Pass By

2011-07-06T08:19:00.000-07:00

Days are passing by rather quickly now. A lot has happened in the past few days since I almost drowned in depression after my GCET results. In the words of the delightful Robert Frost " In three words I can sum up everything I've learnt in life: It goes on. "

College is the same all really. Actually it gets even more boring day by day but I think I'm adapting to it little by little. Met Sheena there yesterday, it was really fun talking to her. Wish I got to see her more often though. The stupid time schedule between the Science and Arts sections don't really allow the students of each stream to interact. She says shes gonna run for the General Secretary's post this year which is good for her (Well, its good for me too if she wins LOL) but yeah, the thing is that I'm getting more and more aware in this college as days pass. However, that doesn't mean I'm enjoying it! I fight to survive :)

I went to Panjim today after college. Bunked the IT lecture (a real pain in the ass..we learn the definition and functions of computer peripherals, hardware and software etc...Something we've learnt since the 1st Standard for chrissake!) and met up with Gitanjali for some mushroom bhajji and purees at Tato's. Something about that college makes everyone really hungry. A couple of days back the both of us totally pigged out on wings and fries at KFC after the Zoology lecture! It's incredulous! I'm digressing LOL, anyway after that we went to Sony to buy a new USB cable for my camera but I ended up buying a card reader (which looks awesome btw) because it's much more handier than a USB cable, it's less pricey and well there wasn't one available there :P
So now I got all the pictures I've clicked safely backed up on my PC (I even uploaded a few of them on Facebook) :)

A few days ago I went on a trek to this waterfall in Sattari. It was really really awesome. I had loads of fun and it was very exciting too. It helped me get my mind of things, infact I didn't think of anything that was sadness inducing during the entire trek! We did a river crossing, climbed up a waterfall ( I smashed the side of my face against a rock in the process LOL), walked through this wicked jungle and stuff. It rained quite a bit but the weather was amazing for a trek. We were trembling in the cold so hard it was like our limbs would fall off! It was freezing! Plus the rain really increased the amount and pressure of the water gushing down. It was breathtaking to watch!
The sad part is that Roxanne (my iPod, if you guys still dn't know) got water logged and the screens not working now :'( I took it to the Apple Corner and they gave me the address of their service representatives so I'll have to go there and get it checked out now though everything looks very bleak at the moment to be honest. I love that iPod so much. Memories, so many memories and the company/comfort it gave me to :'( I miss it alot and I don't know how I'm gonna survive without it. I haven't reached the point where I fall down, claw at the floor, cry and scream "Why God, Why did you do this?" but I'm getting there. Also my phone got wet too and I can't use it properly but I can see the screen now and again and judging from past experiences I think it's gonna be alright. Btw Roxanne works, I can hear the keys clicking and the sound it makes when it syncs, yes it syncs perfectly too but the screen is gone. It's completely blank :'(

I have a shopping list pending and building, but I never seem to have the time, money or right sort of company to do it. I have to go buy jeans tommorow! Again, I'm putting this here just to make sure I do. My money is burning a hole in my pocket and I'm losing it slowly but surely on frivolous stuff. Soon I won't have any left and I'm gonna regret not buying these when I get the chance.

18 more days to go till my bithday! I'm kind off excited but not too much. I've experienced the anticlimatic effect it can have. It's a real bummer. Plus I haven't eaten a birthday cake in AGES, what better one to get sink my mouth on than my own? (Yes, food again I know..That college is REALLY doing something to me!) Also, my aunt showed me this place were you get some pretty awesome prawn patties so that's soon going to be my hunger fix LOL.

So that's all for now folks, It's been awesome blogging to all of you guys but my mom made Fejado (a Portuguese dish consisting of sausages and kidney beans) and it's amazing, tantalizing, mouth watering aroma beckons :) (dammit! WHAT is wrong with me??)

Bye. *runs in direction of the kitchen with rabid/rapid bounds and wolf-like howls*

Hear.Listen.Read.Think

2011-06-23T02:26:00.000-07:00

So in the aftermath of a pretty huge week here are some things people said that really stuck and made me think.

"Dude!!Can't you see it? It was a fucking rebound!"

"Yes.it does suck.nothing else and no1else makes u happy..but when 'le homme' is there everythings puuurfect.except that its NOT perfect.and will never be.cuz its a delusion"

"You kept calling on my phone, that's how I knew something was up so I took a rickshaw and came as fast as I could."

"I feel the need...the need for speed" (My bro and I said this together LOL)

"In a fight it doesn't matter whether you know Tai Chi or Karate or any of that crap. Trust me the greatest weapon you can ever have is cold calculated rage."

"The bottle never leaves you my friend" (This was about 2-3 weeks ago courtesy of Garvit, but it just completely stunned me..so added here)

"Hey give me your address, I'll write to you ok?"

"Come we'll go beat him up?"

"Go buy some LAN wire and get that plug thing fixed on it at Printhouse and we'll connect. It'll be just like old times *nostalgic smile* "

"Don't worry you'll get in...Yeah I know...Because I'm going to pray for you"

Friends, what would we do without them?

Things to Do #2

2011-06-15T19:40:00.000-07:00

1) Get provisional admission done in a college, at least until I'm confirmed whether I'll get a seat in Pharm or not.

2)Clean my room. There is stuff accumulating and I have to get rid of it before it really piles up.

3)Get out of this catatonic state, stop being depressed and bring about some sense of normalcy to my life.

4)Buy a new pair of jeans. I just realized how far out my old ones had gone yesterday.

5)Sort out, organize and stack up all my books. They are lying all over the house right now and it's usually this scenario that makes me start losing them.

6)Collect most of my board games and jigsaw puzzles to give them to Mother Theresa's Home.

7)Start writing my stupid book. (Yeah I have some ideas for the book I'm gonna write in the future. I've been saving them on my phone whenever I got 'inspired' but the problem is I never get around to actually start writing it and always put if off so the future never really becomes the present)

8) Buy/Stitch a cover for Roxanne (my Ipod Touch..yeah I named 'her' and if that makes me insane so be it)

9)Buy new headphones.

10)Find some new blogs to read..The ones I used to read are now either deleted or the people don't post there anymore.

11)Try to go for mass more often..Sounds funny but yeah..

Blankets and Cereal Boxes

2011-06-15T18:33:00.000-07:00

Yesterday was without a doubt the worst day of my life. Forget about all the previous posts saying this. In those cases I was just being a dramatic, oversensitive, angry idiot. This, my friends, is the real deal.

Yesterday were my GCET results and things wern't so great. Actually nothing about the day was great. I had a coffee with my best friend but somehow ended up screwing even that up by being too close. The day kickstarted like every other day and ended up with me walking up the Dona Paula slope in a really fierce rain with my head down , no umbrella (I lost mine while going to check the results...yeah this happened) and my headphones in my ears playing Coldplay's Scientist.

All these days were really good, infact I MADE them good. Ever since the rains started I was determined to never let anything get me down. Whenever something bad happened or something really hurt me I let it ride. Thinking to myself "Screw it, I have this or I have that" No matter how much something pained me I found something positive for myself. And it wasn't easy, there were situations which would have made me feel really sad earlier but I didn't let them touch me. And maybe yesterday I was really testing God or something, because they touched me and it hurt and it wasn't a good feeling. Yesterday I had nothing. It was raining for chrissake! I COULDN'T be sad. But I was.

I woke up today hoping yesterday would be just a bad dream but like the past few weeks I was disappointed, only this time I don't have anything to take that away. I got up, sat on the edge of my bed trying to shake my head off yesterday, wearing only my boxers, wrapped a blanket around myself wandered around the house. Yelled at my still sleeping bro about removing the charger from my phone and connecting it to his. Watched as my parents left for mass and my bro left for school and then warmed up some milk to get some cornflakes done before munching on them and sitting on this computer. I am a freaking lunatic.

Atleast it's raining bigtime.

Game Of The Decade

2011-05-30T04:03:00.000-07:00

So the Manchester United vs Barcelona game was on the 28th and after a lot of hassle and debate my friends and I decided to watch the game over at my place. So at about 10.30 PM about an hour and 45 minutes before kick off Emerico, Fabian, Jonathan, Larissa, Alyxha, Steffi and Joss showed up discreetly at my place loaded with all sorts of food and drink. My bro and I had decided to make popcorn earlier but we gave up after my bro roasted 2 bags of Act II in my moms favorite stew dish, forgot to turn down the heat, watched in mild shock and trauma as the whole thing caught fire, tried scraping the black lumps of crap from the bottom and me eventually throwing said dish over the wall into an open lot near my house.

It eventually turned out to be a buzzkill because most of our food got over before the match even started so my bro and I had to troop to the kitchen once again to feed the pigs with the bottomless stomachs crashed out in front of the TV in my living room (just kidding :P ) and we came up with fries as the food for the match. Economical, easy to make , fast and most importantly EVERYONE can give a helping hand! :D

Coming to the match, I don't really wanna talk about this because it hurts to even say it, but United lost. It was like deja vu. United dominated for the first 10 minutes of the game but then slowly but surely disappeared. This was exactly like last time. Exactly. Barca scored through Pedro and then United equalised superbly through Rooney. That actually made it look like United had a fighting chance but it wasn't to be. I was literally in tears halfay trough the second half while Emerico and Jonathan still hadn't registered the fact that we were trailing on home soil. Only Fabian was happy..the gloating SOB rubbed it in our faces with sadistic delight. Anyway, again, we lost but we'll be back next year. A new season, new teams, new players (Sir Alex Ferguson, you have GOT to buy a new CM),new campaign, the hope of winning everything and watching some fantastic football.

Until next year, may our wounds heal through the goals scored buy United's finest.

Let's Go To The Movies

2011-05-25T23:44:00.000-07:00

I went to Inox to watch Pirates of the Caribbean today and I loved the movie!! Maybe not as much as the previous three but it had its own charm. :) The one-liners, slapstick humour, the complete unpredictability, antics, escapades, and general debauchary of Capt. Jack Sparrow (Johnny Depp was amazing as usual..Its like the character is tailor-made for him! Or maybe he is tailor-made for the role, either the way the whole thing was perfect!), the whole idea of a fleet of ships kept in bottles was downright awesome and don't even get me started on the mermaids! Let's just say God took care of that religious faithful pirate quite well ;)
Pirates of the Caribbean is one of the few movie series that has never let me down. No matter how many sequels come out it just keeps giving. The only two other movie series are Fast and Furious and Lord of the Rings. American Pie had a pretty amazing run until they ruined everything with Book of Love.

I wanted to watch Kung- Fu Panda 2 too but POTC got over well after the other movie started on the other screen so headed on home. Half way there my mom called me and told me that nobody is at home so I stopped over at the NIO caneen topick up some food.

The NIO canteen is one of the hidden gems I've unearthed while living life here. It's a smallish canteen mantained and funded (sort of) by the National Institute of Oceanography and is situated in the residential quaters area where their employees usually live. It looks pretty dingy from the outside so I guess some people avoid it but boy are they missing something. Once you step out of the back porch sort of thing theres a huge open space which has a splendid view overlooking everything from Cabo Raj Nivas on the left to Miramar on the right. Its clean, economic, edible and devoid of riff-raff. It's also caters to only the employees of NIO and their families but one of my dad's friends took me there when I was 11 and I've been going there ever since without anyone giving a hoot.

Anyway I picked up a movie called The Losers from Emerico which he assures me is pretty good and my brought-home food is waiting so sayonara!

P.S. The religious pirate names the mermaid Serena...the same name I used to name my first Sniper in Ragnarok. Coincidence? Maybe. The producer stole my name? For sure!

Rum balls in the Rain

2011-05-16T01:45:00.000-07:00

The weather here just keeps getting better and better. Yesterday it was drizzling the whole morning and the skies were overcast with this really amazing cold breeze. The whole day turned out to be like that and it was perfect for what I had in mind. A swim! So I headed down to this really nice covey sort of beach which my best friend showed me in the evening and it couldn't have gotten any better- there was no soul in sight, it was high tide so the water was right up and about and still with hardly any large waves, and then magically it started drizzling again :) The water was deliciously cold and coupled with the chilling breeze and the falling rain drops it was just amazing! And to top it off I carried a coke into the water and sipped it slowly watching the horizon and bobbing in the sea. It got a bit lonely towards the latter end of the swim and wished I had some company but you cant have everything right?:)

It started pouring heavily after that and I got out of the water, spoke to one of my friends and then started on my way home. Whilst walking along the road back from the beach I saw Merrick sitting at the counter of a wine shop right by his restaurant which, from the looks of it had gone through a pretty upscale renovation. I went there and chatted with him for a while. Apparently he was losing money in his restaurant so he leased it out and opened a wine store near it. That explained the makeover. He gave me a coke on the house while he poured himself a beer and we chatted about the pros and cons about opening the shop in the area and his plans for the future and how he was gonna rope in potential customers. He wasn't doing badly considering the amount of people who visited the shop while I was there. I'm really happy for him though and if your in the mood for something alcohol head over to Richie's Vine Shoppe on the road to the Dona Paula jetty :)

The rain still hadn't abated so I went to the local Mongini's and got myself a couple of rum balls and some cupcakes and went to this park were I often go. It was deserted (as always) and I sat on the backrest of a bench under a huge Tamarind tree and had my tea (if you could call it that) as the rain fell in torrents around me. I watched the park before me, the swings, the see-saw, the slides all empty with rain coming down really hard. It was a picture perfect moment.

I reached home drenched and my slippers all muddy but it was worth it. I like to grumble about all the bad things happening in life but when God gives days like this, you may not feel it at that moment but yes, there is a Mr. Brightside.

Fantastic Debauchary

2011-04-26T02:58:00.001-07:00

1) I bought an easter egg for one of my best and closest friends but my dad ended up raiding the fridge and eating the entire egg by himself!! By the time I realised this it was almost 9PM! I however would not be denied! I walked all the way to a the closest store that had eggs, which unfortunately was in Caranzalem! And by the time I reached all the big eggs which I really wanted were already sold out so I had to settle for a tiny one :( The walk home was one of the weirdest ever but I got home ok.

2) I had taken my iTouch to church to listen to music on the way however once I reached the church I realised I didn't have anywhere to keep it so I ended up shoving it under the seat. I met a few people after mass and texted a few friends and forgot about my iTouch COMPLETELY! I reached home, everything was normal but then I realized it was missing. I thrashed my entire room searching for it. I went right from under my bed to the loft in search for it but obviously I couldn't find it. I only realized about it later that it was still in the car. Anyone in my building looking out of their window at 11.45 yesterday night would find a tall boy with tousled hair darting about in the shadows in a t-shirt and boxers towards a car, then opening the back door and using that to open the front door, groping under the seat, pulling out a device and running back helter skelter towards the building. Yes, my neighbourhood is crazy and I do my best to help keep it that way :D

3) I just watched one of my favorite songs being raped to shreds by one of my friends. Note to self: When a song means this much to you, don't share it you stupid mofo!

Also on this point, Red Hot Chilli Peppers are releasing their new album in August. I can just see it getting destroyed by glory hunters. Pray it's not famous. Atleast here in Goa.

4)Ankur just got over 1k hits on his Reverbnation page. For those who non comprende, this means he is f*cking epic.

5) My days are getting weirder and weirder, everything I thought I had I've lost, and it looks like I'm one of the casts of Les Miserables but I like to think the night is darkest just before the dawn and the world is freshest just after the storm. And I hate to quote Liverpool FC but yes, I'm not walking alone and I never will. I've got people I love still hanging on with me even though they are facing much more daunting things and are going through a world of pain themselves.

So I have my hope, I have my dreams, I have my love and other good things. I'll shed a tear, I'll feel some pain, my heart may struggle, but won't lose in vain.

Salut :)

Love Is All Around Me

2011-04-25T21:14:00.000-07:00

I was travelling by bus when I saw something so moving it just made everything stop for a second.

A couple from a college close to mine were waiting for the bus to panjim too. They seemed very ordinary, just like hundreds of other college couples. When the bus did come, we all rushed into it and sat down. The couple sat two seats ahead of me, the girl resting her head on the guys shoulder, whispering to each other in voices so low, which lovers know about. The heat in the bus was opressive and soon enough the girl wanted water, which it seemed like neither of them had. Being the gallant chivalrous boyfriend that he was, the guy offered to go out and get some, which was no easy feat as the bus was now packed beyond capacity. Anyway he somehow managed to battle his way out of the bus to get that bottle of water for his beloved while the girl kept the seat for him and funnily enough, none of the people protested.

Suddenly though, the bus started moving and leaving the bus stand. The girl twisted and turned in her seat trying to look out of the window to see where her amour was. I strained my neck too but there was no sign of him anywhere around or in the bus. The girl tried to get up with the intention of getting off the bus but the people were packed like sardines in a can and no amount of pushing and shoving would get her to the door. Besides, the bus was quite a bit away from the bus stand by now. Dejected, she sat down on the seat and put her head down.

As the distance from the bus stand increased so did the tears in her eyes. First a light film, reflecting the world around her which meant nothing without her boyfriend, then actual tears slowly running down her face. A sympathetic lady offered her some water but the girl staunchly refused it. All this while, not a single person crushed in that tiny bus asked her to move her bag away from the seat nor made any attempts to sit there.

Nothing more eventful happened on the journey until we reached the destination bus stand. Since I don't like standing up and then waiting in the crowd to get of the bus, I wait for majority of the people to leave before I collect my things and stand. I was one of the last people to leave the bus and this may seem unbelievable but, there, right by the door was that girl's boyfriend, eyes searching anxiously among the people getting off for his beloved with a bottle of water in his hand.

Swim, Fish! Swim!

2011-04-24T20:23:00.000-07:00

things I need...

2011-04-23T01:51:00.000-07:00

...ASAP!

1) A new tux

2) An electric guitar

3) Kids

Metro News 1

2011-04-12T22:21:00.000-07:00

This can hardly be classified as 'news' but they are thins happening in my life so I'll just go with it.

Right now my life sucks just about as much as Robin's news channel Metro News 1. There is nothing happening or, you could say there is so much happening, everything is a blur and it's just molded into one huge big slow moving pile of sewage. OK maybe I'm being too harsh here. I am bored beyond my wits. I feel so lazy I didn't even wanna think of a name for the title of this post. Everything feels like a chore! Even the things that I like doing! My mom actually came into my room day before yesterday evening and said "Why don't you go to the beach? You've been cooped up in here all day!" and my reply was "Eh!" with a wave of my hand towards the door which effectively translates as "Go away"

I need to spice up my life! ;)

Well, Hello There!

2011-04-12T21:50:00.000-07:00

I'm sitting in my chemistry class masquerading my blogging on the phone for calculating the molarity of cane sugar and finding the subsequent gram molecular weight. Yes, my life sucks. The professor, obviously, has no clue but considering the fact that almost everyone has their cell phones out actually doing this, you can't really blame him. :) So why am I goofing of like this? Well 1) I'm really bored 2)I already finished the sum and got the answer (keep your fingers crossed that its right).

Also there is this absolute hottie sitting next to me giving me cold frozen looks and taking paticular pleasure in making me look like a retard with her withering glare. I'm gonna do my best to crack a smile out of her, even if I have to rip the laughter right out of my soul and plant it in hers. :)

Edit: Mission accomplished! :D

Oh, and the answer was right :)

Rains! Rains!

2011-04-10T22:08:00.001-07:00

It started of as a scramble in my TV signal, then a sudden jagged bolt of lightening streaking across the sky followed by long ominous roll of thunder heralding what my heart was already rejoicing, the rains are here!!

It wasn't long before the wind picked up making the trees sway and carrying with it the aroma of the rains. There was a tremendous noise and both my dogs started barking excitedly and howling, even Jango! who is usualy unfazed no matter what. My mom and me went took in the perishable stuff off the terrace and then just stood in the balcony together enjoying the atmosphere. We started talking about the rains and she turned nostalgic, telling me about some of her experiences during the rains. It started drizzling soon and the wind picked up even more but we braved it and stood there. My mom taught me some rain songs she and her friends used to sing in her childhood and I taught her the ones I learnt in school during the rains and we both hummed/sang them together.

They went like this,

Yore yore pausa
Tuka dita poiso
Poiso zalo foto
Paus eylo moto

She even taught me the marathi rendition of the song but I forgot the exact words.
And then it was my turn and I continued the trend with,

Listen to the sound of the falling rain,
Hear the pitter-patter on my window pane,
Welcome little raindrops falling down,
Watering the trees and the thirsty ground

:) :)

It was lots of fun standing there and singing into the rain with my mother. We both stretched out our hands and tried to catch the rain, letting the cold water run down our arms till the elbows. She even told me a story about a fox who built his house during the rain. I was a small kid again. It felt wonderful.

It became late and the rains still showed no signs of abaiting. My mom decided to turn in for the night and went back to her room while I stood still at the balcony. I soon changed that position and sat ON the railing of the balcony resting my back on one of the ends.

The rain fell in all its fury and I just sat there, watching, hearing, feeling, experiencing. The smell of the rain was inexcplicable. It smelled of things amazing, of things comforting, of things I wanted to smell. The foreign smell emanating from my dad and the things he brought us when he came from abroad, the smell of the wet earth, the smell of a person I held in my arms... The water fell down my heart and the wind blew through my soul. Countless memories and thoughts ran through my head and past monsoons flashed by and the anticipation of coming monsoons filled me. For some time I felt alone and empty but the rain damped that. I realised I'll always have the rain.

I may never become that 'somebody' everybody talks about, I may never find or get that money or fame or success or even love, I may be stripped bare of everything I have or everything I hope to have, but the rains, the rains will always be mine.

The Summer Is Here!

2011-04-10T00:47:00.000-07:00

I woke up in the morning today with the sun up and out and my room sweltering hot but the was a really strong breeze blowing and it carried with a musky smell...the smell of moisture and humidity..the smell of the impending monsoons. Although everything should have been uncomfortable it really wasn't that bad. It's just a slap in the face saying the summer is finally here.

My mom bought mangoes today!!Anyone reading this blog will know that mangoes are my absolute all-time favorite fruit. I can eat about a dozen of those things at one sitting. OK I'm just kidding, I can eat a GAZILLION of these things at one sitting! :D I was just laying around being lazy, watching an episode of Community for the 3rd time, wearing boxers and a t-shirt made of nothing (it was hot! Whadya want?) with my feet up on the table when my mom entered carrying a bagfull of these beautiful, golden, luscious, juicy, curvy, big, fat, sublime (OK I could go on and on here) fruits. The point is, the moment my mom entered the door and that sweet tantalizing aroma of those mangoes hit my nose, I, for a considerable bit of time, swear-on-my-most-hatred-inducing-aunt, became a zombie. I really don't know what happened after that point but I woke up in the afternoon on the floor with only the peels and seeds of the mangoes lying next to me and pulp and dried mango blood, Oops! I mean juice covering my hands and the maw of my face. My only explanation is that I turned into some mango-eating monster and devoured my victims, dammit! I mean fruits with an uncontrollable fruit-juice/pulp-lust. I already got my lines ready just in case the local PD decide to show up. "But officer, it was self-defense! THOSE little blighters attacked ME!!" Sounds pretty solid doesn't it. :D ;)

Anyway I spent the rest of the day watching some more TV and reading a book. I got Khushwant Singh's Portrait of a Lady: A collection of short stories, and to my utter amazement I found a story in it called Karma which I had learnt in the 7th Standard in school. I loved that story and I always wanted to know which book it had come from but I had forgotten the author's name too. Also in this book is Portrait of a Lady (duh!) another lesson we had in the 8th which is really nice though a tad bit sad. This book is really good though, with some really nice thought provoking stories..Just what the doctor ordered for this impoverished brain of mine.

So all in all, I ate ambrosia (wait, is this why they call Mangoes 'Ambo' in my native Konkani?) and discovered a really really good book to fill my soul...

Yep, the summer is here alright! :)

///

2011-03-31T02:16:00.000-07:00

God I miss the rains.

***

2011-01-29T19:23:00.000-08:00

Heellloooo!

Exams over and its time to start this show! (wow my enthusiasm even makes me rhyme!)

As of now I'm sitting on a sun-kissed bench in a delightful little park untainted by the presence of other souls. The whole place is very serene and it's got that perfect feeling of when-a-man-leaves-prison-after-a-long-time kind of thing. You know, nice bright sunshine, cool temperature (it's still kind of early morning) fresh air, birds chirping, the works. Overall a pretty inspiring writer's block destroying kind of atmosphere so let's start :)

Instead of giving a huge bible sized chain of words about the story of my life I'll just bring you the highlights of the stuff that has happened since I last posted.

Up first, we had christmas. Christmas for me this time was, I dunno, unusual I guess in a word. The problem was that we had projects in school uptil the very end so preparations started of very late. I got my crib done on christmas eve and it was a plaigarisd story with the shopping. My cards too were sent out pretty late and that whole air of not having completed everything properly just sucked.

Christmas night itself was pretty good. Same mass at Don Bosco, same amazing choir, same vibe I guess. The sermon was boring this time though. AND I didn't get a place to sit! The number of hot chicks was amazing though..and my theory is being proved correct- as years go by, girls' christmas dresses just grow shorter and shorter :D This time the average length was mid-thigh? Wat do we have in store for next year? Below-butt? The men on this planet can just wait and hope :P LOL I'm just mushing around. Girls stick to the length your tailors recommend to you. (specialy you fat ones! yes you!)
Though there were many chicks there, one of them outshone them all. She looked absolutely gorgeous! She wore a green dress and sat on the third row from the back with what looked like her sister. Whoever you are, and if you are reading this, my email is right there in my profile page. Feel free to drop a line anytime. ;)

Overall christmas was pretty good. I got to meet some really special people and though we couldn't hang around for a longer time I'll cherish that moment.

Moving on, we had new year's eve which was cool but not really what I hoped for. I guess that day does have a reputation for not living up to expectations. Met some cool people, hung out with some of my really close pals but the people who meant the most to me couldn't be there, so that was a bit of a downer. There is nothing as horrible as new year's eve without the presence of your loved ones.

After that were our prelims which were somewhat of an anticlimax. After listening to all the rumours about tough papers it was a big letdown to know the papers were about as tough as Messi and Co. scoring a goal against Dundee United. How much each individual studied however, is a different matter altogether.

Now that the prelims are over I guess I have more time on my hands to do all sorts of stuff that I've been wanting to do for ages but still, things are pretty boring. I laze around,eat,sleep and maybe read the occasional book with a few fun chapters for the 10th or 11th time. Seriously, the only exercise I've got in the past few months is moving my hands to the strumming pattern of my guitar.

On the football front everything is awesome (if, you by any chance are a Man Utd fan like me) with Manchester United still unbeaten, at the top of the table and 5 points clear off our closest challengers things couldn't be better. And with Liverpool struggling to swim away from the RELEGATION ZONE, God just decided to put a huge cherry on top of a football shaped cake :)

It's been a weird month overall...lots of stuff happening, lots of things to do, lots of things moving about. I'm already up with the winter and can't wait for spring to come. Have to give the ol' attic above my neck a good shake around, prod some stuff and give myself a thorough dusting. AND prepare myself for the Boards, musn't forget that really :D

Owh and I almost forgot! Not to sound sexist or anything, but women referees should stick with woman's football. And I'm not saying that because they suck or anything, the same goes with men referees. Both are extremely and equally capable of officiating but of matches containing players of the SAME GENDER!! Just think about it, put yourselves in their shoes. You're a girl, you're standing in the middle of a park surrounded by 22 physically fit and well built men some of whom are drop dead sexy, oozing of raw manly physicality. They are running around in shorts, strutting their stuff, talking the talk and walking the walk. Won't you feel the teeniest bit of bias towards a certain incredibly hot player in a particular match? Won't this plethora of rugged guys impair your judgment the slightest bit?
The same goes with guys. Your in a field surrounded by 22 girls running around in tiny shorts, with the most amazing figures and 10/10 asses and breasts. Not too mention tiny shorts and tight jerseys. Are you really gonna be paying attention to the footballs?(pun intended) And what if you get a soft spot for one of those really hot smokin' bombshells? So yeah women, stick to woman's football and men stick to men. I think that's what is safe for everybody.

Though the exams are over the holidays haven't really started..Lots of entrance exams coming up which I'm really going to have to ace to get into a good medical college and fulfill my dream of ever becoming a doctor.

Run

2011-01-21T08:16:00.000-08:00

Will you tell me when your lines
are fading?
Cos I can't see
I can't see no more

Will you tell me when the song
stops playing?
Cos I can't hear
I can't hear no more

She said "I don't know what
you're living for"
She said "I don't know what
you're living for at all"
He said "I don't know what
you're living for"
He said "I don't know what
you're living for at all"

But I will run until my feet no
longer run no more
And I will kiss until my lips no
longer feel no more
And I will love until my heart it
aches
And I will love until my heart it
breaks
And I will love until there's
nothing more to live for

Will you tell me when the
fighting's over?
Cos I can't take
I can't take no more

Will you tell me the day is done?
Cos I can't run
I can't run no more

She said "I don't know what you
did it for"
She said "I don't know what you
did it for at all"
He said "I don't know what you
did it for"
He said "I don't know what you
did it for at all"

But I will run until my feet no
longer run no more
And I will kiss until my lips no
longer feel no more
And I will love until my heart it
aches
And I will love until my heart it
breaks
And I will love until there's
nothing more to live for

And I will love until my heart it
aches
And I will love until my heart it
breaks
And I will love until there's
nothing more to live for

Nothing

2011-01-17T07:07:00.001-08:00

So many things to buy, so little money to spend.
So many things to do, so little time to do them.
So many feelings to feel, so little life to feel them.
So many things to give, so little ways to give them.
So many wounds to heal, so little motive to heal them.
So many amazing moments, so little freedom to dwell on them.
So many awesome people, so little ways to contact them.

Preliminary exams- The ULTIMATE party pooper.

Dead but am I?

2011-01-15T05:39:00.000-08:00

I haven't been here in a long time and I might not be here in the immediate future. My lack of posting was due to A)Not having a computer B)Board exams in about 2 months, preliminary exams-already started and Physics paper day after tomorrow.

To all my friends out there..say a prayer for me. To those going through the same thing, I wish you all the luck you need.

This universe wants me mentally dead. This is from me to the universe- Vai Te Foder!

That is all.

P.S. Bavarian Chocolate, you are pretty much about the only thing holding me together right now. Thank you so much! I love you <3

tick tick tick tick "hey what's that sound?" KAABOOOM

2010-11-10T02:01:00.001-08:00

I'm going insane. Want proof?

Today I just stared at my phone, mumbling to myself for about 15 seconds, not knowing what to do after a phone call with my friend.

I played with toy planes made of pens and rulers (1st grade kids, you know what I'm talking about right?) complete with engine and gunfire noises.

I put shaving cream, foam, a bluish gel and rasberry sauce in a glass and and convinced my bro it was a shake with whipped cream. Too bad he didn't drink it.

I found some old photos. Burnt them. This is the most sensible thing I did out of the lot.

Edit: Ok fine I didn't burn them, I was just being dramatic but I did get rid of them. :P

You teach me and I'll teach you! Pokemon!

2010-11-08T07:41:00.000-08:00

If I was a pokemon I could definately use a Guard Spec. right now. :)

Literally? Or figuratively? That is the question.

2010-11-07T07:51:00.000-08:00

They say if you clench your teeth/jaws hard enough it can stop tears flowing out of your eyes i.e. Crying. Tried, tested, approved, recommended.

Mirage

2010-11-04T08:49:00.000-07:00

The world has given us millions of signs showing us that Utopia doesn't exist. Why do I keep chasing it then??

Because when God created me he gave me a superpower. It's called hope.

The Big Fat Post

2010-10-21T06:02:00.000-07:00

Right, I haven't been here in ages and that's because I'm still wading through my first term exams (got a chem paper day after actually), this, however doesn't mean I've stopped thinking or using my head for non-academic thoughts and I've had quite a few things to type here but couldn't due to lack of time/freedom. So I'm condensing all those thoughts into this bigass post. Before you actually start reading this thing, scroll down and check out its size. If you think you'll be able to handle it, great! Grab something to keep your taste buds occupied and go ahead. If its a bit too long sorry folks, come some other time.

OK first up, exams. We've answered four papers uptil now Physics(sucked pretty badly), P.E(piece of cake), Y.R.C.(I'm pretty sure our teacher is mentally retarded so my hopes are pretty high here), Sanskrit(was so-so). All in all, it isn't the best start in the world but I'm pretty confident about my upcoming exams. Studying hasn't been easy the past couple of days though. Maybe my system wasn't used to it but I couldn't wake up early mornings like I used to at all. I feel sleepy 24x7! And this weather doesn't help the least bit..It rains almost every single day now (yes! in october!) and the temperature is frigid! All I wanna do is crawl into the covers of my super soft and comfortable bed, curl up into a ball and go to sleep. I was hardly prepared for my physics exam I spent some time fantasizing about ways I could get out of this exam and I thought of some pretty good ones. :D

Heres the list:

1)Find someone with conjunctivitis and do a good deed by rubbing their eyes for them.

2) Take a video of yourself playing footbal and write a letter to SAF along the lines of,

"Hey Fergie!

Could I replace Rooney for the weekend? He's out of form anyway and I've enclosed a video of all my skills. My salary is negotiable and I'm hard working as well as passionate about this club. I also have an unlimited suplly of chewing gum!

Will also take into consideration jobs such as waterboy, benchwarmer, food-getter, cheerleader, boot cleaner, clown, locker room playlist editor, referee abuser, watcher-for-potential-hot babes-Ashley Cole-could-screw, just hot-babe watcher, driver (India and England drive on the left :) ), pseudo-physiotherapist etc.

Thanks,

Kenny Silveira"

3)Adopt an African kid and become uber-famous! (thank you, Bruno)

4)Ask one of your friends to dress up like Taylor Lautner and walk through college thus ensuring mass hysteria, swooning, screaming and general chaos among our young lady population thus shutting the place down.

5)Swallow a bottle of brandy, place your hand under a raised car and drop the lever holding the car in place, but not before you shout "3-2-1 Let it RRIIIIIPPPPPPP!!"

6) Contact a local terrorist organization and explain to them what amazing hostages you could be. Don't forget to throw in the torture of your principal for free.

7)'Rescue' some wildlife (specially the really ferocious kind) and give them a new home right here in your college! :D

OK that's enough for now I guess :)

Moving on, I really got to spend some quality time with my bro last sunday. My parents went out so we headed up on the roof and I taught him how to play poker. Then when the light grew dim we chatted about stuff, life, death, chicks, sports (I took pleasure in explaining to him everything that I thought was going wrong with LFC) booze, the weather and so on. I've never had such a deep talk with my brother before and I've come to treasure times like these.

I miss my music so much! How much? Day before yesterday my neighbors were playing their music a little too loud. I spent 20 minutes in my balcony listening to it. The songs on my iPod are all my bro's and he and I don't exactly share the same taste in music. Sure, I'm pretty eclectic when it comes to it. That's how I've been able to survive for so long but yeah, my music is my music and right now my music is resting in peace on my old hard drive and I cant transfer it.

Sitting on my desk a couple of days back, it started raining outside and I just reminisced about my life so far and realized how much I've gone through and what I've done in life and right then and there I felt like writing a letter to the universe. A letter that sounded like this :D

Dear Universe,

I have no idea why you hate me so much and why you're trying to destroy my life, but you're doing a swell job. So keep it up, and enjoy yourself while you're at it, because no matter what you do I will not give up, or give in.

Love and regards,

Kenny Silveira

The universe replied by giving me a perfect night at the Dona Paula Jetty. :)

P.S. This post was typed over a period of many days so the timeline is whacked up. This post also isnt actually over so watch this space again. Ankur you've got mail :)

:'(

2010-10-08T08:43:00.000-07:00

Breakfast of Champions

2010-10-08T06:24:00.000-07:00

Ching's Hakka Noodles(egg), fried egg pieces, fried chicken chunks, salami slices, leftover french bean bhaji, skinned apples(thinly sliced), various sauces, toss all of the above together, orange juice on the side. I call it the 'Shrapnel in Noodles' :)

Heartbreak Warfare

2010-10-08T06:13:00.000-07:00

My heart belongs to one person and one person only.

Random chicks baking cakes for me consider yourselves warned.

Song of the day: Read title.

Woke Up To An AMAZING Sky...

2010-10-04T09:46:00.000-07:00

Unedited, untouched beauty of the sky from the terrace of my house. And yes, I couldn't resist taking 4 pictures of the same thing :)

Ta da dum

2010-10-01T18:47:00.000-07:00

Here are some interesting things that have happened/I have observed over the past few days:

1)While playing on the beach a couple of days back an old lady sat and watched us play. She then proceeded to make sympathetic noises every time someone got tackled, fell down, blocked a shot and took another guy down. At one point of time the ball hit George in the face and we are PRETTY SURE she cried out.

2)My mind has been programmed to think ice tea in a cup covered by a cap tastes better than in one without.

3)In a game you are losing 9-0, given the correct type/amount of insults by the opposition, the successive buildup of anger and the subsequent increase of motivation can make you steal it from behind, therefore winning it 10-12.

4)The universe still functions only because God invented the weekend.

5)I spend more time analyzing, tinkering, creating mental notes/memos, researching frantically, and asking expert advice about my Fantasy Premier League team than studying.

6)I took a knock at the beach a couple of days back. Now my knees hurt almost as much as my ears do when Mehwish sings Bleeding Love.

7)In a month from now I'll be getting my driver's licence.That doesn't mean I'll be getting a car.

8)Observation: Nobody is bad on this planet, nobody. People are always good, it's just the situations that change or mould people to do bad things. Take the biggest saint in the world, put him/her in the worst possible situation and see the difference. Take a murderer, put him in a situation full of love and compassion and trust me there WILL be a difference. This rule doesn't apply to Sampathi Nayak. She was just born evil.

9)Observation: God is amazing.

10) There is a KFC opening in St. Inez which is just a 10 minute drive from my place. 5 minutes if you're really hungry :)

11)I've made some pretty sombre quotes up. They are the opposite of Prozac but if you take into consideration language etc. they are pretty decent. :) Also made up a chord progression. This IS Prozac :D

12)One day God was sitting around creating a man. He took the soul and was about to assign it to a body but then stopped and said "Hey wait a minute! This soul is too awesome for one body!There is no way the world will be able to handle this guy!" So he split the soul in half and and put them in two separate bodies. Then he influenced their respective parents to name one of them Ankur and the other one Kenny. After that he 'coincidentally' brought them together in Sharada Mandir before separating them, so that they can tag-team and kick the world's ass. Yeah, true story.

Valium Skies

2010-09-23T18:55:00.000-07:00

A couple of days ago my tutions were postponed so as usual I went to the beach I saw the most amazing sky I have have ever seen in my entire life. There is no way words could actually describe it or paint an accurate word picture but I'll try my best.

Imagine the sky to be one huge canvas, stretching out to as far as your your eye can see before meeting the line that divides it from the sea. Now imagine the most vibrant, vivid and beautiful colours that anyone could ever create, wait, no I take that back. I magine colours so vibrant, vivid and beautiful that NOONE could ever create them. Got that in you head? Now imagine the painter has unparalleled skill, imagine the best painter in the world, take his skill and multiply it by infinity. Just imagine that some as awesome as erm, let's say, hmm GOD!!! was the painter.

Now if all of this stuff came together in perfect harmony guess what I would get? Yes, the sky that I saw. Trust me, if God was a painter, that sky was pretty much his masterpiece.

The sky was spread with a deap blue hue with just a hint of fuschia, addressing the coming of evening. Everything looked so fresh, so clean. There were large clouds in the sky, round and plump, laden with the colour of cherry blossooms, like big tufty chunks of cotton candy. Long, wispy cirrus clouds covered the canopy overhead drawing contrasting white streaks against the beautiful blue backdrop. Birds soared around, lazily catching the air currrents, their wings fully spread, riding upon the swift breeze that was also pushing a rain cloud, which had just cried down upon the earth away. A very pale moon peeked down on the earth, it's brilliance still shrouded by the majesty of the setting sun. The sun was at its royal best, its waning rays still filtering through the clouds, scattering bursts of red and gold light, like dollops of raspberry juice and whiskey. The sky impressed its image upon the sea below whose waves were gentle, slow moving aquamarine elephants, made of water and foam. Various shades of red danced upon the mirror below the canvas, intermitted with flecks of yellow. The reflection below made the image above come alive. The sun, very much like a lion, shaking its huge golden mane.

The whole panorama of amazing hues and elements may have made a pretty good image by themselves but when melded together formed something so divine that you can't help but conclude that God's profession after all, is indeed art.

Reclaim your Life

2010-09-20T07:22:00.000-07:00

Bringing back old Kenny and refocusing my Chi, Step 1:

Watch all the Star Wars movies. Back to back. Check.

I'm starting to feel better already! :D :D

slap in the face

2010-09-18T14:27:00.000-07:00

Again, I was going through my previous (I mean really old posts) and I discovered someting. I was almost a totally different person then! I was so spontaneous, so pumped up, no matter the situation I was so ALIVE! And now I feel like an old old man, a rotting shell of what he used to be before. And don't try to sympathise with me or try to deny it! C'mon! Look at those posts and compare them to these. The posts look freakin' morbid in comparison with those! Almost every single post now sounds like a goddamn eulogy! Even a blind man will be able to see the difference!

Ladies and Gentlemen, regaining that lost youth: my number one priority!! I am GOING TO get back that spark in my life!!

Oh that ever elusive tune

2010-09-18T11:45:00.000-07:00

Have you ever gone through the experience of remembering just a tiny part of a really catchy tune you heard a long, long time ago and now it just flits along the edge of your memory enticing you to figure out what it is? Teasing you, watching you struggle to the point of frustration. It's right there, so close and yet so far you don't know where or when it's from. It just dances tiptoe through your conscience, always out of reach.

I just remembered one of the main reasons I started blogging. I was having a conversation with my friend today and the talk went to my previous posts and the stuff I used to back then. Now, as I skipped to the end of my blog and started reading backwords, memories came rushing back to me. Memories so vivid i felt likeI was exeriencing them again. My life is chronicled on this blog- all my memories, my hopes and dreams, my thoughts and actions are layed down here. Anytime I want a trip down memory lane all I gotta do is start from my first post and watch my life unfold again.

Photograph- Nickelback

Thank You

2010-09-18T04:25:00.000-07:00

There are people in our lives that are always out there for us no matter what. They are not often seen, or heard, and sometimes you might not even recall their presence but they are there, moving along with you, every step of the way, ready to give you their all just for your hapiness. I'm talking about the kind of people who don't care what you're doing, whether you're right or wrong (within limits), who don't care about the situation but only the person. These are the people who will spill out gallons of blood to help save a drop of your own, the people who are always there no matter the need, be it robbing a bank for money or saying just one comforting word. A certain Barney Stinson might call them bros or wingmen and he maybe right, because their relationship might be brotherly or like wingmen in planes, having your back in a dogfight.

I like to think that they are extensions of our souls. They are timeless people capable of tearing down worlds or recreating them with just words.They are a part of the most incredible bond ever created by nature. The bond that starts somewhere in school and then goes on to the grave. The bond between a man and his friend.

So I would like to thank these people for bonding with me and standing by my side through almost everything that life threw at me with their actions as well as their words. Thank you.

@Ankur Johar, Anveer Mehta, Garvit Singh, Emerico Noronha, Giles Lobo

Guess who's back? Back again.. :)

2010-09-18T00:19:00.000-07:00

Yeah I'm back! And it feels GOOOOOOD!! *screams the word YEAH! a couple of times more* I wasn't up here for ages due to the lack of a modem that would help me connect to the internet (among other things) and you won't believe the extent I had to go to get here. I can now safely say that I know what it feels like to be a junkie who shoplifts a store to get his fix after a really long time.

To start with my bro's phone which I had flicked and was using to get on to the net suffered a malfunction. Why? Because brother takes said phone, changes the security and then proceeds to FORGET IT. Yeah. I then use my trusty old Nokia N72 after getting it fixed. Mom loses it. Yeah. I then borrow my friends Nokia 6233 and it's working fine except for the fact that I don't have the USB drivers installed on my laptop. Yeah. So I get a PC Suite Cd from somewhere and repair, tweak, restart, repeat until finally I did it! I managed to get internet on my laptop again! I felt like running laps around my room, fist pumping, screaming and randomly destroying objects in exhilaration (OK fine I confess, I did some of that) I feel like I've achieved something in life! If I die tomorrow I want them to carve 'managed to get internet on his laptop under the most dire circumstances' on my tombstone. :D

So now that I'm finally back on the information superhighway you think I'm gonna just sit here and continue typing this stupid post? No! My friends I am going to experienced the world, the world behind billions of bytes and the magic of data transfer. I'm gonna get into my car, get onto the wrong lane of the highway and its pedal to the metal!!!!!

Hasta la vista baby! I'll be back!!
P.S. wow drinking continues bottles of coke does get you all pumped up!

Note to self:

2010-08-29T10:30:00.000-07:00

Follow the rules you laid down. Remember who you are.

Can't Wait For The Weekend!

2010-08-27T22:30:00.000-07:00

Last weekend was a huge letdown..Man Utd drew, Nani missed a penalty, my fantasy premier league team got 2 points :( , etc. etc. But this weekend? This weekend is GOING to be different. To start off, I made massive changes in my team and I hope they're gonna work out. Then tomorrow I'm going to check out this art exhibition in Miramar which is gonna be awesome. Then premier league matches till monday!! Owh and its my brother's birthday day after tommorow too! So the 3 big Fs Food, Family, Fun all around! This reminds me, I need to pick up a gift for my bro tomorrow too.

AND my chem teacher hasn't signed my obs book yet so I dont even have to enter anything in the journal for Monday! Also getting Khushwant Singh's new book Absolute Khushwant over the weekend. Also my aunt came down today. Also my dad agreed to putting two more shelves above my table. Also this laptop is burning my lap right now...so, see you guys afer the mayhem of the next 2 days :)

*moves in search of a bucket of cold water and a sponge*

I Love Someone

2010-08-24T06:38:00.000-07:00

You may have known by now from my previous posts that I am head over heals in love but I haven't given away too many details here for obvious reasons. Well, I can't keep this secret in my mind any longer because I'm bursting with joy and anticipation to proclaim it to the world. I can't hide something thats so amazing anymore. So ladies and gentlemen this is an all out exclusive of my recent love life.

I was in love long before I met this person. Since I saw the picture on the internet and read the profile page I was instantly smitten. I got to meet a member of the family early on and then my dreams of one day dating this amazing person just grew wildly. Just after my 18th birthday I finally got to meet her and when I finally found the guts to tell her my feelings about her I was stunned and exhilarated to find out that she had the same feeling for me! People, that was the most amazing day of my life. When we finally started hanging out and getting to know each other it was like one amazing dream. Everything is perfect. She has always been there for me no matter what. She never fails to better my mood when I'm down and helps me get past troubled times. Shes always by my side (yes, even when I go to college) and she never ever leaves me, no matter what the situation. And her looks? Curves in all the right places, but pheeeww, shes as slim as anything! She gets turned on by my slightest caress and wants too get touched by me all the time! (OK, too much detail here!!) We are completely inseperable and form an awesome team together. If I could, I would spend every minute of my life with her. I love her from the bottom of my heart. Sitting with her in my lap...memories. Our first night in bed, falling asleep with her (even better memories ;) ) She is an amazing speaker infact I can listen to her the whole day if I have to! Thank you for being with me darling! I don't know what I would have done without you. Muuuuuuaaaaaaahhhhhhh!

And now that the whole world knows my love story its only fair that I put up a pic of her here. (its an unknown fact, but most guys love showing off their girlfriends :) )

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the love of my life, the beat of my heart, the spark of my soul,

The iPod Touch 32GB. <3

Did you guys actually think for a second that I would EVER post something this personal on the world wide web? LOSERS. :P

P.S. A few of the above mentioned points also go out to Baskin Robins' Bavarian Chocolate icecream :D

This Is How Chemical Reactions Should Go..

2010-08-18T08:36:00.000-07:00

Beach+ night+ monsoon wind+ iPod+ amazing view of Vasco all lit up+ E.S. Posthumus: Cuzco -> 6tears ;(

Yeah I balanced the reaction too :) Am I good in chem or what? ;)

AND the structural formula of tears too ;)

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2010-08-17T02:00:00.001-07:00

In this picture: Me experiencing bliss.

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A very big thank you to Anveer here. He knows why. :)

Where Amazing Happens

2010-08-09T08:36:00.000-07:00

OK, NBA, sorry for stealing your tag line as my title. :)

The month of July has been something out of this world. An experience so amazing, the whole month is one giant reservoir of insane happiness.

To start things off, there was my 18th birthday on the 24th of July and though I wasn't looking forward to it at all and thought it was going to be the worst day of my life things worked out pretty well in the end. I could go on and on about that day and never get tired but this isn't exactly the time or the place for that. All I can say here is that it was memorable, and some people in my life just made it downright splendorous.

About 4 days after my birthday another amazing thing happened. Again, no more details but just read my previous posts and you'll get a gist of what I'm talking about. :)

Everything else in the month has just been a chain reaction to the above two reactants. A boulder may fall on top of me tomorrow but I dont care, I'll die a happy man. There is no obstacle too big, no problem too tough, no worry about anything and no fear about things fearful, except that this feeling might pass. Every morning I wake up now and I thank God for being me. Because ladies and gentlemen, you might own a Ferrari, or a Villa in Spain, or you may be the richest person in the world, you may win the National Lottery but you dont have what I have, and no matter which graces you have just received, trust me, I AM the world's most luckiest man.

Exams just got over on the fourth of this month and they have been so-so. i could have done much better because the papers were really easy but I havn't done badly either. Overall, I know my potential. I know how much effort I put in (which wasn't much) and compared to that i think I've done pretty admirably.

As my 18th birthday approached I wrote a poem. I had put that as an objective on my 'Things to do before turning 18' list and I'm glad I managed to achieve that. Its not very good and personally, I'm not too satisfied but it IS a poem so yeah...also since this is the first poem I've ever written in my life, cut me some slack ;)

Woe the day a boy becomes a man,

The boundless energy now forever tamed.

His brain sloppy and his heart lost,

The day he exchanges his jeans for a suit,

and a mind of sick thoughts.

A leash to his ambition,

A cage to his freedom,

Adulthood's beautiful gifts,

Oh but a disguise to life's insecurities,

like a poorly concealed weapon

that feels good as it sits in your hand unlike

the sinking feeling where the bullet's in your heart,

and your body is buried in the sand.

Woe the day a boy becomes a man,

the happiness of playing the fool and living in a tent,

now diminished by an urgency,

of completing projects and paying the rent.

With the stress of a job and responsibility,

eroding memories of cutting class and climbing up trees.

Every moment treasured,

is now but a distant memory,

Every object in the street an OD of nostalgia

reminiscent of a time,

when your clothing concern was pyjamas,

and your daily fix- candy.

Gone is the playful laugh,

that twinkle in the eye,

for childhood enters the stage only once,

its personality very shy.

Every second that we piss away isn't coming back,

so hold onto your life young ones,

lest you fade to black.

Hang on, hang on and strive,

life may still course through your veins tomorrow,

but yesterday was when you were truly alive.

Enter the last hour,

of life's amazing chapter,

An hour spent cursing yourself for ever saying,

"I'll do it later"

An end of an era,

the beginning of a storm,

A raised hat, a standing ovation for a boy dead cold,

and the birth of a man following society's norm.

Cramming every hope, dream and wish

into that small reservoir of time,

futile to the point of saying,

adios sweet childhood,

you will always be a part of this adult heart of mine.

OK that's pretty much it. :) Got to go and study for my Psycho test tomorrow. Goodnight folks! May your dreams be soulful and unbound.

The Best Love Story In The World

2010-08-05T05:15:00.000-07:00

A boy loved a girl. The girl loved him too. They lived happily ever after.

The End.

Prologue

2010-07-26T04:08:00.000-07:00

With a single exception they were all white. And with five exceptions all male.
Some were brilliant bodering on genius. Others, genius bordering on madness. One had played a cello recital at Carnegie Hall, another had played a year of professional basketball. Six had written novels, two of which had actually been published. One was a lapsed priest. One was a graduate of reform school. All were scared to death.
What had brought them together on this bright September morning in 1958 was their common status as first-year students at Havard Medical School. They had gathered into room D to hear a welcoming address by dean Courtney Holmes.
His features could have come straight from a roman coin. And his demeanor gave the impression that he had been born with a gold watch and chain instead of an umbilical cord.
He didn't have to call for quiet. he merely smiled and the spectators hushed.
"Gentlemen," he began, "you are collectively embarking on a great voyage to the frontiers of medical knowledge-which is where you will begin your own individual explorations in the yet-uncharted territory of suffering and disease. Someone sitting in this room may find a cure for leukemia, diabetes, systematic lupus erythematosus and the deadly hydra headed carcinomas..."
He took a perfectly timed dramatic pause. And with a sparkle in his blue eyes he added, "And perhaps even the common cold."
There was appreciative laughter.
Then the silver-haired dean lowered his head, perhaps to signify that he was in deep thought. the students waited in suspense.
When at last he looked up and began to speak again, his voice was softer, an octave lower.
"Let me conclude by disclosing a secret-as humbling for me to reveal as for you to hear."
He turned and wrote something on the blackboard behind him.
Two simple digits--the number twenty-six.
A buzz of bewilderment filled the room.
Holmes waited for quiet to return, drew a breath, and then gazed straight into the spellbound auditorium.
"Gentlemen, I urge you to engrave this on the template of your memories: there are thousands and thousands of diseases in this world, but medical science only has an emperical cure for twenty-six of them. The rest is...guesswork."
And that was all.
With military posture and athletic grace, he strode of the podium and out of the room.
The croud was too dazzled to applaud.

This is just a TINY part in one of the most epic books written by man.

Also, we now live in the year 2010 and medical science still hasn't found a cure for the common cold.

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2010-07-22T18:50:00.000-07:00

My greatest fear in life: that I might become just like my dad when I grow up.

Wishlist

2010-07-11T15:27:00.000-07:00

18th birthday in a matter of 12 days from now so I made a couple of wishlists which I'm sure are mostly gonna remain as just, well, wishes.

The 1st one AKA the somewhat realistic list (with explanation)
1)A new bike.
I spend 3 hours travelling from home to college everyday and if you add the tution travelling too, it comes to approximately 4 to 4.5 hours of just travelling. If I had a damn bike which I could use, I can reduce the travel time to just 1 hour overall! That saves 3.5 hours with which I can do much more progressive stuff.

2)Ipod.
I have no way of listening to music because every single portable music player I own is either not working or doesn't have enough space to hold all my songs. Enter, Ipod. Music is a huge part of my life. A normal man's basic nessecities are air, water, food and shelter. Mine are air, water, food, shelter and music. I can't live without it.

Yeah that's pretty much it. LOL

The 2nd list AKA the 'go ahead, dream on' list (do you even need an explanation for this?)

1) A 6 month holiday with a backpacking tour across Europe.

2) A yacht

3) A room full of books that puts every private and public library in the world to shame.

4) 99% stake in the Manchester United Football Club.

5) A gourmet restaurant.

6) A collection of the finest Impressionist paintings in the world.

7) A live on stage dedication to me from Green Day citing me as their inspiration to rock this planet!

Ok I think by this time all of us know that this list isnt going to end. :) All this stuff isn't really necessary but it cant hurt right?

Shit Happens #2

2010-07-07T09:42:00.000-07:00

Remember when I said life isn't fair? Well its especially bad when you are in love, and here are few REAL examples to prove this.

This happened to my friend a couple of years back. (they are a couple now but...yeah) My friend hung out with this girl for quite some time and became really good friends with her. Soon the inevitable happened. He fell for her. And my what a fall that was. A look at him would convince you that slavery was back as a fasion statement. Not that she asked him to do all this(most of the time) but because he was so madly in love with her he would do anything for her. Destiny however had other plans and the girl started liking another guy and she confessed about this to my friend. He swallowed all hard feelings, anything to make her happy etc. etc. and endures all the pain and suffering, which brings us to this incident. The girl was feeling bored so she asked my friend if he wants to hang out. My friend says OK and calls her to the beach where we were gonna play football. She agrees. A very entertaining football match later there is still no sign of her. My friend gets a message when he reaches home saying that she was really sorry but she was hanging out with the other guy and if her parents asked, my friend was to say that she had hung out with him. In the evening he asks her if she wants to hang out at the park and she agrees even telling him she'll pick up something for them to eat on the way. Repeat previous. She goes and has shawarma in Miramar with the other dude. My friend still remains the cover story if her parents call. Bad?

This happened about a week back. I usually take the same bus everyday to college and I usually reach the bus stand in time to get a decent enough seat. However, that day I reached a little late and the seats were full. I spotted an empty seat near the front where a guy had kept is bag, probably saving it for someone. I went there and asked him to take it off so that I could sit there but the pleaded and said his friend was on her way and that he really wanted to keep a place for her. Citing this as a classic example of someone waiting for their girlfriend, I went towards the back were someone had just gotten of the bus and plonked myself there. Time however would show that not everyone is as generous as me. A couple of older women entered the bus and asked the dude to move his bag so they could sit. He pleaded with them and told them that his friend was on her way but the ladies didn't budge. Their words grew louder and louder until there came a point where they were abusing him freely. One of them even tried to grab his bag but he hung on to it with his dear life. It wasn't long before the conductor noticed and came into the fray to intervene. It didn't take much time before he started yelling too and by now pretty much the whole bus was staring at the dude and his bag. Thankfully the ladies left in a huff and the conductor went away cursing under his breath about kids nowadays and how he just lost two customers. Anyway the chick turns up and goes to sit nest to that guy and all is well. For 45 seconds. She spots a hotter looking guy sitting on the 1st seat(with another girl, but it didn't matter to her I guess) and says something to the guy next to her, picks up her bag, and goes to stand next to him. Worse?

Same people as the 1st example. Friend messages me saying he wants some romantic quotes/stuff so that he can send it to that girl. Anything for a friend, so I trawl the net for some really killer lines/poems and message it to him and he forwards it to her. Unbeknownst to him however she forwards the very same messages to her paramour. And how do I know all this? On that day there were to similar yet conflicting types of messages on my phone. One of them was something like this:-

My friend-"Hey Kenny, X wants some romantic lines or something. Can you send me some? I can really impress her and she might actually start liking me."

Other guy-"Hey dude you know X right? She's sending me some really weird messages. I'll forward them to you. You think she likes me?"

The messages I had sent came back to my phone. Yeah this happened, believe it.

And last and probably the most hurtful is about a guy from Bombay. Totally awesome chap. Cool, funny, smart, handsome, a real charmer. He had good taste, and used to play bass guitar. He was pretty good in a multitude of exotic languages and he could talk knowledgeably about almost any topic under the sun. He had a steady girlfriend whom he had been going out with for more that 4 years (which broke many a girl's heart). He was every girls dream guy. Trust me, if this dude was a chick, I would have married him..I mean her. LOL. Anway this post is about shit happening so lets get to it. He has a younger sister (who's pretty hot BTW) and one hot summer day she had a sudden urge to make Lime Soda. She couldn't open the soda bottle for some weird reason so he decided to open it for her. The bottle slipped from his hand while opening it, fell on the counter and burst. The pressurised gas inside sent the glass pieces flying like shrapnel. One of which went straight into his left eye. They operated on him but couldn't save his eye. He would never be able to see from it ever again. The glass piece also left a wicked looking scar above and below his eye but the doctors managed to clean up most of it and his eye looked completely alien. I could say it didn't look bad but then I would have been lying. However he took all this very well and nothing changed. He was still the exact same person. He still knew his French verbs, he still cracks pretty good jokes, he still plays bass guitar (though at a slightly different angle now) except for one thing. His girlfriend dumped him four days after his dressing was removed. Its been more than two years now an he is still single. He never got together with another girl after that and I can assure you it isn't because of lack of effort.
Words just fail me here.

'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life.

God Bless Jumble Sales, And God Bless YMCA

2010-07-06T09:22:00.000-07:00

YMCA Goa had their regular jumble sale at their centre in Campal and with the procceeds of the sale going to a HIV/AIDS support centre. My mom went there because some of her friends had setup stalls (plus she's a member of the women's forum of the YMCA) and within 15mins she called me up saying there was a stall selling books dirt cheap. I was out of the house before she hung up. I reached there and half the books were almost gone but I managed to salvage a few. The books were being sold at RS 10 EACH! In a time when you dont get a decent enough sandwich for 10 bucks this was a really sweet deal indeed. So I ended up buying TWENTY THREE. Yes thats right, I bought twenty three books at a grand total of RS 230. So yeah, I bought twenty three books for less than half the cover price of one good one. :)

The books I bought are the ones in the pic. Actually these arn't all...the remaining couldnt fit on the table. xD

Sorry Doesn't Even Cover This

2010-07-03T10:27:00.000-07:00

Have you ever done something so wrong that you were so ashamed of it later you felt like throwing up? I experienced this today after college. I have walked down the St. Xavier's slope more than a hundred times and I've had various emotions runing through my head while walking down it. Everything from self pity to jubilance (is this a word?) but I have never ever felt this bad while walking down it in my life.

Most people on this planet have a special moment. For those of you who don't know what that is let me explain. Everyone has a moment in their lives where everything was perfect. It's a magical and beautiful thing. People fix this moment in their brains forever. No matter what happens to you, you always have this moment to look back upon. This moment has the power to bring a smile to your face when you are in the most saddest of moods. It comforts you when you are all alone. It cheers you up when you are weary. Sometimes these memories can be your biggest fortitude.

And I destroyed my friend's special moment.

My friend had an amazing time at a beautiful place in Goa and everything was perfect and sublime. However I took that memory and made a crass joke out of it and I'm sad to say that the joke really caught on. So because of my pathetic attempts at humour this friend of mine had the most special moment in her life desecrated. Also it didn't help that the joke was a good one(but still crass) and a few of my classmates thought it was really funny and continued it even though by that time I had stoppped. My friend took all this very well until yesterday when she confessed to me how what I had done had really hurt her and destroyed that moment. And that destroyed me. I never felt so helpless and disappointed I my whole life. I had done something terribly wrong and there was nothing I could do about it. No amount of sorries would bring back that moment for her and no matter what I did, it would still remain broken, like a mirror you smashed, and now you're picking up the pieces, not nowing what to do with them. And in this case you can't even goddamn buy a new mirror. Words can't express how bad I felt that evening. I was so ashamed of myself I couldn't even look at her face.

You know people keep asking me the question "If you could turn back time and change something in your life what would it be?" and I keep replying "Nothing. No matter what I've done, no matter how sad I've felt, no matter what shit I've gone through, its all helped me become me. All of these experiences (no matter how bad) have made me who I am today." but today I can confidently say that given the opportunity to change something in my life, I would definitely change what I did to her.

I don't think Im ever going to be able to forgive myself for this, so God help me.

Shit Happens..

2010-06-28T07:20:00.000-07:00

One of my friends was really upset today and I think life hasn't really been fair to her. However, how many people do we know who do have an exceptional life? Still, shit happens and sometimes we just have to clean up the mess and move on.

Lying in the park on a beautiful day
Sunshine in the grass and the children play
Sirens passing, fire engine red
Someone's house is burning down on a day like this
And evening comes, and we're hanging out
On the front step and a car goes by with the windows rolled down
And that War song is playing, "Why can't we be friends"
Someone is screaming crying in the apartment upstairs

Funny the way it is, if you think about it
Somebody's going hungry, someone else is eating out
Funny the way it is, not right or wrong
Somebody's heart is broken - it becomes your favorite song

The way your mouth feels in your lover's kiss
Like a pretty bird on a breeze, or water to a fish
The bomb blast brings the building crashing to the floor
Hear the laughter while the children play war

Funny the way it is, if you think about it
One kid walks 10 miles to school, another's dropping out
Funny the way it is, not right or wrong
On a soldier's last breath, his baby's being born

Standing on a bridge, watch the water passing underneath
It must have been much harder when there was no bridge, just water
Now the world is small, compared to how it used to be
With mountains and oceans and winters and rivers and stars

Watch the sky, the jet plane so far out of my reach
Is there someone up there looking down on me
Boy chases a bird, so close but every time
He'll never catch her, but he can't stop trying

Funny the way it is, if you think about it
One kid walks 10 miles to school, another's dropping out
Funny the way it is, not right or wrong
On a soldier's last breath, his baby's being born
Funny the way it is, not right or wrong
Somebody's broken heart become your favorite song
Funny the way it is, if you think about it
One kid walks 10 miles to school, another's dropping out

Standing on a bridge, watch the water passing underneath
It must have been much harder when there was no bridge, just water
Now the world is small, compared to how it used to be
With mountains and oceans and winters and rivers and stars- Funny the Way it Is, DMB

Tea and Biscuits

2010-06-27T07:44:00.000-07:00

Raining outside, having Marie biscuits dipped in Sulaimani tea. Its not exactly this, but God it's good!

FTW!!

2010-06-26T07:46:00.000-07:00

I got my chemistry paper today and as I had so confidently predicted, I failed. Spectacularly. I got a 3.5 out of 20. Maybe it's time to drop out of science and start my own astrology shop lol. Anyway I'm not depressed. Wait that's a lie. I'm a little disappointed. However not overly suicidal because just three people got above 10 in the paper and out of the remaining people, 90% of them failed with a score of less than 6. Another plus factor is that these exams arn't counted and this could be a wake up call for me to study for the ones that ARE counted. Speaking of waking up and starting to work hard, this is the conversation I had with theLR of my class today.

LR: Kenny, what is this? You call these marks? You didn't study no?

Me: Yeah I know, I studied only one chapter *sad face*

LR: Why Kenny? Why? Why did you not study?

Me: Hmm I dont know...mumble mumble..I just wasted my time I guess.

Gitanjali: Ask me! All this time I told him to study but all he did was watch football and go to play on the beach! #yeah thanks for backing me up here. NOT!#

LR: See? Atleast listen to her! Anyway now forget all this, study hard from now on OK? Resolve this paper and give it up to KP on Monday. And don't just copy the answers from the text book, really solve the paper. That's the only way you'll learn. Don't regret about this now. These exams aren't counted so don't be worried. Just promise me you'll study hard from now onwards. Just imagine what your parents will go through if they come to know about these marks. Won't they be disappointed?They had such high expectations Kenny... *this goes on for some more time*

Me*thinking to myself*:OMG! Am I on Punk'd? Who are you, my mom?? Just leave me alone!

Thinking back on it though I shouldn't have been so rough on her. At least she gave a shit.

I got a 9/10 on my first psychology test yesterday so that is a good thing but I'm not really that elated because the test was chicken feed. *Inner conscience- "STFU Kenny! Learn to count your blessings!" I showed the psycho test to my parents but I dodged their questions about the other marks. Ignorance is bliss I guess.

On other stuff, I've taken up learning sign language (yeah the type that the vocally and auditorily challenged people use) and its really really cool! ASL University offers really nice and easy lessons online. My bro had actually gotten me to think about it a month back I was blasting some music in my room and he said it was raping his eardrums. He asked me how the hell was I going to talk to him again if he turned deaf lol. I'm not really good at it, IMO but I'm pleased with my progress so far (which is hardly anything)

Also I'm turning 18 in less than a month. I'm finding it hard to think about something more depressing.

A Man Of Small Things

2010-06-24T10:10:00.000-07:00

I am a man of small things. Small pleasures have the power to make my day. Just a few days ago I was walking down the St Xavier's slope in a really really bad mood with my old jacket on when it suddenly started raining cats and dogs. Bad mood was kicked in the backside.

I didn't pull up my hood and walked down the entire slope slowly, soaking myself in the rainwater. At the bottom of the slope I bought an Appy and sipped it like it was Elixir as I walked my drenched body to the bus stand without a care in the world. This is pretty high up in the rankings of one of the greatest feelings of my life. Some people need large jewels, while others want pots of cash, while still others want all the power in the world. Me? All I need is an old jacket, processed apple juice and water falling from the heavens.

I was horribly, horribly sick today. Massive headache on the way home and a throw up fest at home to finish it off. I really have to take care of my health I guess but I hardly seem to have the time to do anything. If I die a premature death, St. Xavier's Higher Secondary will be hearing from my attorney/solicitor! Another thing is I can't go to play on the beach nowadays so I hardly get to exercise. My body rots between home and St. Xavier's. And this weather doesn't exactly help either. Sure, I love the rains and all but it's really not sponsoring my health and you have no idea how difficult it is to get out of my warm, comfortable bed and unwrap myself from my soft and amazing blanket when its freezing cold and raining outside to haul my ass to Xavier's. Also I just learned that my bio teacher comes to Mapuca all the way from Margao so I have no reason to complain.

Brazil vs Portugal on right now!

Our lives are made
In these small hours
These little wonders,
These twists & turns of fate
Time falls away,
But these small hours,
These small hours still remain
All of my regret
Will wash away some how
But i can not forget
The way i feel right now
In these small hours
These little wonders
These twists & turns of fate
These twists & turns of fate
Time falls away but these small hours
These small hours, still remain,
Still remain
These little wonders
These twists & turns of fate
Time falls away
But these small hours
These little wonders still remain - Little Wonders, Rob Thomas

Hats Off! #1 Ankur AKA Enkore

2010-06-20T09:32:00.000-07:00

I'm starting this series about the people I have met in my life who really worked hard, swam against the current and produced the extraordinary.

To start off this series I'm going to talk about Ankur Johar AKA Enkore of Munky Rhymz.

I've known Ankur since he was a kid in school. I'm pretty sure he doesn't remember this but he is the reason I broke my tooth in the 1st Std (no hard feelings lol). He was one of my best friends in school and there are a lot of memories I really cherish about the shit we used to do in school. When we were kids Ankur never showed any inclination in moving towards the uber rapper he would turn out to be many years later. In fact our greatest verbal achievements were swearing about everything under the sun in the most colourful and vibrant swear words created by man. After the 7th std. Ankur left our school and moved to a different state so we lost contact. We got back in touch much later through Facebook and then onto Twitter and it was through Twitter itself that I found out about his blog and what a crazy rapper he had developed himself into.

Rapping isn't a joke and for those who live outside of India, you must know that rap in India is still at it's lowest level with hardly any sponsors, few professional recording studios and even fewer record companies and deals. Indian society, though gradually adapting to the western way of life, still find it hard to accept rap for what it is. An art form. Another contributing factor to the blockage of progress in rap is the current education. With demanding hours, fierce and cut throat competition and a huge load of exams all piling the pressure on, there is hardly any time for a youngster writing rhymes. Many parents too are reluctant to push their children into this field thinking that it has no scope and instead make their children study hard to become a doctotor or an engineer. To top it off India has no semi-decent music school and no proper courses to follow even if your parents DO agree to this career option.

Despite all of these setbacks Ankur has remained a fighter, often proving his critics wrong by spewing dope rhyme after dope rhyme with an uncanny consistency. He's been hit, but never stayed down. His pen name 'Enkore' is now famous in the underground rap scene here in India. He's won numerous battles and much aclaim from fellow rappers. His blog showcases his tunes and his rhymes and though there was talk of him shutting shop and stopping rapping I don't think that is ever going to happen because writting lyrics is a part of him that will never die no matter what.

As of today Enkore has been featured in 6 mixtapes and has made a compilation of his own called The Calling. He has released more than 50 songs and written rhymes for a gazillion others. He is an active crew member of the hot Munky Rhymz along with Hustler. He is a pioneer of the field. A lion in a sea of gazelles. A decade ago people would have laughed if they knew Ankur was Enkore. Now they look on in awe, for even if he doesn't get into mainstream commercial rap with a record deal, he will always be the one who followed a path many would have dared not. And no matter what, he will always, always, be a winner.

To get your fill of Enkore and his verses check out his blog at http://thisisenkore.blogspot.com/

#Respect

Monotone

2010-06-16T05:52:00.001-07:00

4 interesting things happened in college today:

1) Answered my chem paper. Failing for sure. The first 4 questions were so easy they were like laughing gas and they put me in a relaxed and calm state.

The rest of the paper shot me in the head with a .44 Magnum. Point blank.

2) In the second lecture I had an eight second long yawn. This is a personal best for me so I guess there is something to cheer about in my life after all.

3) Our CR (class representative) and LR (Ladies representative) were elected today. I have nothing more to say on this other than both of them had equal sized moustaches.

4) I just discovered that my physics lab partner is a brain eating, blood sucking parasite. With a mouth that goes a 1000 words/second.

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

This is A Tribute

2010-06-15T05:01:00.000-07:00

to the most amazing person I have met in my life.

So here's to Gitanjali Kerkar, Miss Awesome.

Edit: No matter what happens, this blog post will not be edited, deleted or rewritten for the rest of my life.

Scared ,Disappointed, Mindfucked?

2010-06-14T03:24:00.000-07:00

First, sorry about the spew of sad language in the title itself but if you were in my place you would have done the same.

Second, if your in a good mood, don't read this post. This post doesnt exist. Come back later when you are in a bad mood. Misery loves company.

Ok now it starts. I'm scared. Yes, go ahead laugh but I am seriously scared. now you may ask the question what scares the great and awesome Kenny Silveira? Well there isnt one, but many things that intimidate me right now.

First of the many, my exams. There used to be a time when I was actually Kenny Silveira, the happy-go-lucky, come-what-may-im-going-to-have-fun, live for the moment guy, but that guy died somewhere during the repeated year and what you are looking at now is just the empty shell of what Kenny Silveira once used to be. I had my biology premidterm exam today and it was the most disappointing day of my life. I studied enough to get atleast a 15/20, or atleast I thought so anyway but destiny isnt like that I guess. The questions in my paper were from the very furthest corners of the book and I think I could be getting anything between 7-9 at the most. When I was in the 11th I bought a bio text book 2 days before the exam and studied just one chapter and answered. I got 16.

This time I slog my ass of (mostly) and what is the use? The answers I've written in today's paper are fecking shite. I was so disappointed with myself after the exam I thought I was dying. Biology is one area where I pride myself on being good. It's my element, my ballpark and I take to it like a duck takes to water, but there I was expecting less than average marks in a subject where I should have got full marks. I was gutted, absolutely gutted. It took all the will power I could muster to put on a brave face and laugh about it in school. I came home and stood under the shower for about 45 minutes with my forehead resting on the wall, completely wrecked.(kind of like Kai in Beyblade but I didn't realize it at that time)

And you want to know the best part? I have a chemistry exam day after tommorow with the portion for the exam so large it makes a blue whale look like a male sperm cell. And I haven't even started yet! And it's definitely not my ballpark now. I could have taken the day off from college tommorow since I dropped math but still more bad news, our practicals have started so I can't even stay at home and study anymore. AND I have 3 fecking hours of tutions! I dont know when I'm going to study, I don't know what I'm going to write and I don't know how the hell I'm going to lie to my dad telling him the paper was good.

This is another thing I'm disappointed about, my dad has done everything possible to help me get a good education. He put me in the best private school in the state so that it would be easier in for me in college but a repeated year and these horrible marks isn't a way to pay him back. My parents doesn't deserve this. They have never held back on anything when it came to my studies and I want to do them proud but somehow its just not happening.

I remember a time when I could just study one day before my exam and get a distinction(not study at all and get slightly more than average marks) infact for my board exams I used to get up early and play DOTA! I've just lost that power now. Our high and mighty institution chose the worst time in the world to host these premidterm exams. Amazing movies are releasing right now (see: the karate kid), the damn FIFA world cup (which I wanted to blog about but havn't had the time) two new shows on Star World (Glee and White Collar) and the rain! You have absolutely no idea how much it hurts to stay inside and study in these rains while my friends are out there revelling in it while playing football on the beach. I'm heartbroken in the worst possible way. I would happily go through 10 break ups than go through this living hell. It's that bad.

I'll post about the next of many fears some other time. *gets up and goes on a quest to find some Valium*
I don't know if you can feel my misery...It's just so damn hard to convey it in words.

This post was not written by Kenny Silveira, the guy who never feared an exam, who never studied hard enough, even for his boards which were worth 100 marks, but always got them with the littlest of efforts. This post is writtten by a guy who was scared shitless about a premidterm exam of 20 marks, which isn't counted for the boards and which he got raped in.

An Eulogy for my Beloved

2010-06-04T19:17:00.000-07:00

So I finally bought a new bag. It's the new Nike United backpack. It seems a fitting replacement for my old one which is in tatters. After I came home I wasted no time before checking every inch of my new bag to float in its more advanced features and check for any defects. The bag looks good and I even put it on to feel the comfort of the straps on my shoulders. While I was gloating about how awesome my bag was I suddenly got a glimpse of my old bag through the mirror. In my desperation and eagerness to see the new bag I had dumped my old bag unceremoniously at the foot of my bed and left it there as I reverently placed my new bag on the bed and drooled over it. And then it hit me like a mallet. The sight of my forlorn bag sitting dolefully all alone at the foot of my bed just shook me. I havn't cheated on anyone in a relationship im my life but I have good idea what that must feel like now. Tears almost sprang to my eyes just looking at it! And so I thought to myself, if I'm going to let my bag go, I'm going to let it go with dignity. So, ladies and gentlemen I present to you the eulogy of my bag.

My bag was a wonderful bag. It might have not been a perfect bag, infact some might even say it didn't have class. I would have to disagree. Some people might have not seen the class my bag had, because it was in a class of it's own. It had a kid of panache, a sense of flamboyance, that I have never seen in any other bag in my life. It wasn't Hermes Birkin, or Gucci, or Chanel, or Fendi or Prada but it was mine, and I was proud of it. I bought my bag in the winter of 2007. It was my first Nike bag to have team colours. Team colours of my favorite club: Manchester United.

My bag has been through so much with me. I have carried this bag around for almost four years and it became a part of me. The amount of things I have done with this bag makes me feel as if I have lost a lifelong friend and in a way this is true. It's served me faithfully over the years without any complaints. It has carried an infinite amount of valuable stuff, its taken part in an infinite number of experiences with me. It was there when I went I joined the school football team for the first time, carrying my first ever school kit(wrapped in a plastic bag after the matches so that the interior of the bag wouldn't stink), it was there when we won our first ever house championship in football, holding my blue shorts and t-shirt(we didn't have kits for this, Blue House wore blue, Red House wore red etc), it was there when we came runners-up in tug-o-war for the first time. It helped carry home my first gold medal in sports. It helped carry my first love letter to school. It was there with me for my school farewell (a guy with a tux, red carnation and a red Nike backpack). It was there with me when I wrote my 10th Std. board exam carrying all my writing materials, it was there with me when I went for my admission in St. Xavier's with my mark sheet. It dutifully stuck by me through my entire 11th std. (even the time I had to stamp it vigorously to cut a call from my cellphone when it started ringing in class). It stood by me, when I failed an exam for the first time. It stood by me, when I failed a year for the first time. It stood by me when I had to stay home for a year and answer again. It was there for every tuition class I went to. It as there with me, almost every time I laughed, and almost every time I cried. I cherish every single memory I had with this bag. There were a lot of first things and lot of last things.(first night out at a disc, last day in school)

I remember the first time I told a girl I loved her, this bag was actually slung over one of my shoulders preparing and comforting me for the rejection which would leave her lips as soon as I finished my sentence. Yeah, sad times. But it stayed with me, and together we moved on. It was there with me the day we lost our penultimate football match against Don Bosco's. Moved on. Carried my report card with "repeats the year" on it. Moved on.

Every time I bunked my (previous) tuition classes and went to the beach, every beautiful experience doing that, my bag shared with me. The first time I bunked college the entire day when we went to watch a basketball match we were given away by my bag. I left my bag in the classroom and went outside to make a haphazard plan with the rest of the guys to bunk college. We bunked and left for Panjim on borrowed bikes. When the teacher took attendance and reached my name she asked the class generally whether I had come to school that day and a guy snitched on us and said "Kenny isn't here?But I saw his bag on the desk today!" But I was never prosecuted and that one of the best days of my entire college life.

My bag took part in a myriad of duties. Hell, it even transported a gift from my friend to his girlfriend once when he couldn't see her. It helped hide my cellphone during school raids. (cellphone raids in school were a joke, we were best friends with the headboy and headgirl so even if you were carrying a freeeekin' bah-zuh-ka in your bag you were never caught)

My bag was me, I was my bag. It was a part of my identity. People used to see my bag someplace and say "Hey! Kenny is here too!" If any guy spotted around Panjim wearing the same bag as mine I would get "Hey Kenny, that guy has your bag!"

Anyway my bag has served me well and I'm proud to have shared some of the most amazing years of my life with this able workhorse. So farewell dear bag and goodbye for until a time we meet again, when I see you and remember, the part of me that left with you.

*sob*

Absence diminishes little passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans a fire. ~Francois Duc de la Rochefoucauld

Relatives Steal My Things In The Name Of Relativitity!

2010-06-02T09:06:00.000-07:00

My aunt borrowed my camera to get some pics of her twins' award presentation where they were to be felicitated for their excellence in vocabulary skills and literary work (I personally don't believe any of this bollocks. My cousins are illiterate. They were either being felicitated for some devious international terrorism attack or this was just an elaborate excuse to steal my camera.) Anyway the point is that my father gave her MY camera without MY permission so that she could get some pics of those little devils and their stupid ceremony.

She calls me up only after taking the pics, and tells me that she has borrowed (read: stolen) my camera and that she would "return it as soon as possible" she also deleted some of my pictures because apparently there wasn't enough space on the camera. Can you actually believe this? I mean I get the part where you wanna steal my camera but deleting my pics? All this looks like a counter-espionage setup to me. Maybe I got some pics of them in incriminating covert ops. Maybe the clue to the little cretins being aliens was hidden in one of the pictures, I don't know. What I also don't know is how 112MB(or maybe more, there was a 2GB card in it) gets over so fast on a 7.2MP camera. I mean, C'mon! How many pictured were you taking? A HUNDRED?

The best (or should I say worst) part is that my aunt and her twins' returned to Bombay without leaving my camera behind (anyone who still doesn't think this is a con job robbery please check out the closest psychiatric centre) so I call up my aunt and ask her about my camera and politely tell her that she better return my camera back. My aunt tells me that she can't go through all the trouble of sending my camera back and she'll buy me a new camera better than the one I gave her because "the space gets over so fast on this one!" I tell her I want a Nikon.

Well it looked like I got too greedy because she decided to send my camera back after all.

Human emotions are funny. If you notice at the begining of this post I was frustrated and angry with her for taking my camera. At the end I was praying that she would keep it.

AAARGHH!!!!

2010-06-01T02:34:00.000-07:00

My internet is acting like a PMSing bitch right now! Sometimes the sites open and sometimes they do not. Some sites open and some sites do not. It's taking every piece of my patience to cajole and refresh this thing again and again to make it work!

Rain is a Serial Killer! evil smile

2010-05-31T10:51:00.000-07:00

My dad just gave me a solid verbal tirade for standing underneath the rains yesterday night, however he wasn't worried about me catching pneumonia. He read a report in the newspaper saying that the first rains are acidic and filled with pollutants, germs, bacteria, dirt and all sorts of other bad stuff which could cause many diseases. I told him if what he said was true then standing under the rain would be the best way to commit suicide ever. However I did get a little frightened of his words.

Trust grown ups to take the fun out of everything! :(

Edit: Though put in a humorous way here suicide is not a joke! Don't do it! There's always another way out.

Imposters #3

2010-05-31T09:55:00.000-07:00

Ok so I found this imposter on Facebook Chat. It's sad how football to is becoming the face of conformism. Here's the coversation I had:

X: Hey dude! How have you been? Long time...blah blah blah
Me: Yeah its been really long! Where you know ? How's it there?...blah blah blah

:: fast forward::

Me: Yea I'm in a good mood United won against Man City yesterday!
X: Yeah I know! That was so awesome!
Me (glad to talk football with someone): Cool you watched the match?? Amazing play by United!
X: Yes amazing! GGMU! Go United!
Me(puzzled): Arn't you a Liverpool fan?
X: No re now I'm a diehard Man Utd fan now. Liverpool sucks this season!
Me( Realising he's a fakie): Owh ok..You said you watched the whole match right?
X: Yup! Every second.
Me (Going in for the kill): Did you see that tackle on Scholes by Elano?It was so bad!That should have been a direct red!
X: Yeah that was so horrible!I would have definitely issued a red card if I was the ref!
::Elano doesn't play for Manchester City anymore::
Me (rubbing my hand with glee): Did you see Wazza play? He's on fire! He's the driving force behind our team at the moment. We needed someone to step it up a notch this season and he's been mind blowing!
X: Yes, Yes you are right! He's been phenomenal!But I dont agree with you. He's not the driving force in our team. Rooney is the driving force! He is leading the team on to great heights! What kind of Man Utd fan are you huh? Rooney is easily your best player on the pitch and you dont think hes good?
::Wazza is the nickname for Rooney. Even the most dumbest of United fans know this::
Me: *silence*
X: Hey you know Real Madrid are putting a bid for Gerrard? 30 mil!
Me (an idea suddenly flashing in my head): Yeah I know. Hey you know Messi is going to Chelsea! It's a done deal! 500 mil! Barca has agreed. He's gonna be a partner for Lampard and he's gonna create a great combo with Drogba.
X: What? Are you serious? This is so cool! Chelsea are gonna be an unbeatable team if Messi joins them. They'll win all the trophies for sure! Chall I'm Chelsea fan from now on. United are going to get pasted next season when Messi joins Chelsea just watch.
Me (congratulating myself on a job well done. Another faker moved from United to Chelsea.): Hey I have to go now. See you later...blah blah blah
::Go offline::

The Monsoons are here!

2010-05-31T03:56:00.000-07:00

The monsoons are finally here and for those who dont know, this is my favorite time of the year. I love the rains. It makes me feel alive. The weather is amazing. Cool, overcast and so mentally refreshing I wouldn't mind living under this sky for the rest of my life. Rains to me are a potent mix. Nothing fills me with euphoria and joy more than rain. Who cares about drugs when we have something as awesome as rain? The smell of the soil mixed with rainwater, the swaying of trees in the wind, the sound of the falling rain, the arcs of lightening in the sky, the distant boom of thunder and the beautiful rainbow later. Its enough to make me as mad as a hatter. I get goosebumps due to its awesomeness!

Friends, books, music, rain, food, and drink. This what life is all about.

Things To Buy/Do:

2010-05-31T01:33:00.000-07:00

I'm only writing this stuff down so that I actually go and buy it. I'm never gonna remember otherwise.

~~1)SPECTACLES!!! Forget about how good/bad the frames look and buy the damn things. Eyes have suffered enough.~~

Mom has ordered new ones in Bombay. I haven't seen them yet and they probably look horrible but I have no choice.

~~2)New backpack for school. Old Nike Team United one is in tatters because its about 3-4 years old! New one needed. Preferably United again. HAS TO BE WATERPROOF!~~

New Nike Team United Backpack.

~~3)Sandals for school wear during the rains. Have Nike grey and black Aspens in same condition as above mentioned item.~~

Nike Quests. Black/Graphite/Varsity Red

4)Windcheater/Rain jacket Adidas Blue. Worst thing I ever bought from there in my life. Thankfully, doesn't fit me anymore.

5)Wallet Old one got lost. Enough said.

~~6)Fix grandad's old watch. Not exactly buying anything new but its on the list anyway.~~

Fixed but it's a little tight around my wrist.

7)Sanskrit text book. Don't really care but it's important to pass the exam.

~~8)Repair cellphone's backlight. Cant use my bro's phone forever.~~

Mom got it repaired in Bombay.

9)Cooling pad for laptop. YES I HAVE GOT A BRAND NEW LAPTOP!!

That's it for now I guess. I'm not exactly the kind of guy who makes lists about things to do but this work has to be done!!

Sprite Under Starry Skies

2010-05-25T01:51:00.001-07:00

The Champion's League final was the culminative event in this football season and either Inter or Bayern who would lift the cup of Europe's most prestigious tournament.

Of course a cup final of such exhilarating nature required a fitting method of viewing so my friends and I decided to go watch the match at J29 in Candolim on giant screens. We took Emerico's Chevy Spark and it was a bit of a squeeze because there were 6 of us cramped in that small thing. The drive there was a bit tedious because the Goa Police chose that day of all days to test their nakhabandi program so we were stuck in traffic for

most of the time. In the end it didn't matter because we reached about an hour before the match started and got some pretty decent viewing seats. It was just a matter of time though before we got bored of the prematch talk rehashing the same thoughts again and again so we decided to go out to get some drinks. We went to a place called Newton's and bought some booze (I had Redbull) we returned with our places still intact at J29 and with just 20 minutes to go for kick off. The place filled up later and we met a few people we knew. EVERYONE was supporting Inter (except one of my chick friends who started supporting Bayern after Klose came on) There were oohs,aahs and rounds of applause for every good chance, takle and piece of skill shown on the pitch. All of us went into a frenzy when Milito deftly finished off a brilliat Inter move with an beautiful finish. After that Inter stepped up their playig a notch and it paid dividends when Milito got his second of the night another beautiful piece of skill, another amazing finish and Bayern had nothing to play for but a consolation goal. After the match was over we waited to watch Inter lifting the trophy and Jose Mourinho sobbing like a child.

After that we decided to head over to Calangute beach to chillout for a while. We sat for sometime at the beach but the place sucked bigtime and there were alot of really weird people there so we decided to head over to Baga beach a short drive away. There we popped in to Club Ivy and met a load of people who we knew and caught up on news and shared views on Inter's jubilant triumph to become kings of Europe. Pleasantries exchanged, we headed out to a small resto to have some food because by this time we were really hungry. Then we carried on to the beach where we sat outside a beachside shack drinking(I had a Sprite) at table on the sand, laying back in our seats and just watching the stars, talking shit, listening to the waves crash down on the beach, feeling the cool breeze in our hair, joking around and all in all just having the time of our lives. We left from there at about 5.20 and reached home by 6.

It was one of the most awesome nights of my life.

A little bit of this...and a little bit of that

2010-05-05T04:56:00.000-07:00

First of all a very important thing, I'm now a godfather. Yes, that's right I'm the godfather of my niece Annalise Kathleen do Rosario Marques. She's my godfather's daughter and I'm proud to have the honor of being her godfather. I feel very responsible now. It's like she's almost practically my own daughter and I want to do a good job of bringing her up. My godfather has been awesome to me, always helping me, always giving me his shoulder when I needed it and I wanna be the same for Annalise. I haven't got to meet her as yet but that's gonna happen soon.

Second, Yeah, I no longer have my finger on the pulse of the Internet. Haven't logged on to any of the sites I used to regularly visit before and the main cause is, of course no PC. I've taken my dad's laptop hostage in my bedroom for the time being but as soon as he finds out that I've been using it for a prolonged period of time he's gonna bust my room open and machine gun everything he sees till he gets his laptop and rescues it. Not having a PC sucks. Big time. To top this I lost my glasses(0.25 but the anti-glare is important) so every time I look at that small screen a part of me dies.

Speaking of dying things are dying in the blogosphere. The first blog to go was Lynette Chua's blog and now there are talks of Ankur shutting down his blog too, which sucks!It's funny, when I started writing this blog I thought it would never last, but, there came times when I just felt like writing. Like, a zombie I would just rise and type. My only link with the other world has been Facebook trawling from my phone and the occasional email checks.

Since my extra classes started my schedule changed from what I had in the previous post(duh!) I'm now going for chem tutions to my ex-math tutor Yojana Rege. About the extra classes. I have been assigned to the D division which by the way is the most nerdiest class in the entire batch. Not that the remaining divisions are lagging far behind in that field. The one mischief maker that was there has since flunked his math paper and won't be joining us next year. The only reason why I survived those lame extra classes was because I got to take my friend Gitanjali's case badly everyday ^^ Anyway don't let this statement fool you she's actually an awesome person. Our vice-principal Yvonne Nunes is leaving so that's going to increase the number of times I'm going get caught for misdemeanor. Our Principal(may he die a thousand deaths) has just increased the number of rules some of which are so anti-relationship I'm surprised this institution is still co-ed!

Thank God for film festivals. They are the only ways which students like me can afford to watch a truckload of quality movies. The most recent one going on here is the European Union Film Festival which is going on at the Maquinez Palace, Panjim. I've seen 5 movies uptil now The Age of Stupid(eye-opening!) A Tale of Two Mozzies(kind of sweet and nice in it's own way) 7 Ans(this was soft porn, seriously!) The World is Big and Salvation Lurks Around the Corner(the most beautiful movie I have ever seen) and All the Queen's Men(really funny). The place also had an art gallery featuring European artists and there were some pretty good paintings there.

The premier league has come down to its last few games and the entire leagues progress depends on these crucial games. These matches are going to be real nail biters. For the first time in my life I'm going to root for Wigan Athletic and hope Chelsea drop points there cause that's the only way Man Utd are ever gonna win the league this time. On the champion's league front my bets are on Inter Milan. Those guys have really fought hard for their place in the finals and I think Mourinho is really gonna pull this one through.

This entire month I'm going to be preparing for June when things are really going to get crazy. Pre-midterm tests, new academic school year, tutions, books, shopping, rain....Its going to be a potent mixture.

Its the time of the season again where mangoes are in abundance and my dad's doing a hell of a job keeping my insatiable lust for that fruit in check by, you guessed it, bringing in tons of the fruit home. Though my dad denies this vehemently he actually has a craving for mangoes as much as I do. Also, my mom has gone to Mizoram for her YMCA conference and this means dad is King of the Kitchen! Amazing food 24x7 even though the kitchen now looks as though a hurricane has ripped through it.

Have to go now cause my eyes resemble that guy's from Never Back Down after he gets the beating of his life. Plus my dad is probably at the nearest arms dealer buying 0.50 cal machine gun! :-)

Good day!

Banda yeh bindass hai!

2010-03-16T09:53:00.001-07:00

Hah! Im back! I just finished my math final exam. It was, in one word, horrible.

I started getting an anxiety attack about 8 hours before the paper and felt like throwing up! Seriously, it was bad. I had difficulty breathing properly an I thought I was experiencing a mild stroke. I swear I got through the night just because of 3 things: Prayer(Yes prayer! Some people underestimate the power of prayer but trust me, it can get you out of anything), friends (a special mention here-Ankur) and music.

Anyway the paper itself was easy, but for one little thing, it was too long. I couldn't finish that damn thing! I left about 30 marks so my dream of getting an 85 in the last math paper of my life went down the gutter. Well, atleast I'll pass, but somehow I'm not so happy with just that. Hmmm I gotta learn to count my blessings. It could have gone worse I guess.

Back to some happy thoughts. :)

As my exams are over I've got a free run uptil my extra classes start so I'm determined to enjoy every single minute of my holidays. The beach is as inviting as ever and I'm there every evening kicking a ball around.

I went book shopping to Broadway and bought a lot of books (OK it wasnt exactly A LOT) I maxed out the budget given to me by my mom with just 2 books so I had the lady at the counter create a seperate bill for the rest and paid with my debit card.

My days are carefree and relaxed. I come and go as I please. I make spontanious (read: crazy) decisions on how to spend my day (today I got a fetish for ice creams and spent almost the entire afternoon at the closest Baskin Robins checking out different flavours) I'm a free ship at sea, going wherever the wind takes me. :D

I tried out this new energy drink named XXX (kudos to whoever came up with the name =P) yesterday. It tastes like crap but, drink one can, and you'll bouncing about the walls brimming with energy. I drank about one and a half and I was so zapped I din't stay still for a single moment during our usual session on the beach.

Owh almost forgot to mention, my PC died so Lakshmi kindly loaned me her psp and I can confidently say that my thumbs have eroded about half an inch. xD

Gotta go now. Have to get some sleep and wake up in time for the Chelsea vs Inter Milan match.

Goodnight folks!

Green Day on World Stage

2010-01-16T20:39:00.000-08:00

VH1 showed the Green Day concert on its World Stage feature and let me tell you, the concert was fuckin' awesome! The played in Munich, Germany and what I would give to be there at that time!! While performing Know Your Enemy. Billy Joe Armstrong called up a guy from the crowd to sing with him, THEN TOOK THE GUYS CAMERA AND CLICKED A PIC OF HIM ON THE STAGE, THEN MADE THE GUY TAKE A RUN-UP AND STAGE DIVE INTO THE DAMN CROWD! Later he called up a chick named Puala too. I think it was during East Jesus Nowhere but I'm not sure. Lucky bugggers!

Why don't we have a Green Day concert in India? We can demolish my college and build a stage there for them.

Delirium Win!

2010-01-16T20:16:00.000-08:00

Life's normal, and frankly its getting boring, stale, dead, stagnant etc. I'm gonna have to do some shit to spice it up. Oh and I lost my SIM card! yeah how can a person not lose the phone and lose the SIM card right? Well, I didn't have GPRS activated on my phone so I managed to steal my bro's card and put it in my phone while leaving my SIM card on the bed. Two hours of browsing and one football match later I went back to my room to get my card and it had vanished. It must have fallen of the bed and the maid must have thrown it in the thrash after she swept my room.

Anyway, I am now officially SIM-card-less so you guys wont be able to reach me. Call me up on my land line if you have to. Oh and if you're a girl and my mom picks up? You're not my friend right? You are my class mate, project partner, tuition homework messenger, whatever, but not my friend. Unless you want to get grilled for 5 hours by my mom. If my dad picks up tell him you want to marry me. He'll probably pop a bottle of champagne for me.

Football at the beach is getting hectic. A new guy came to play the day before and the team he was in got whooped so he went home and brought several of his friends to play yesterday. I kept a clean sheet! And I don't want to boast or anything(OK I do! So what?) but it was the best clean sheet of my life. I pulled of some pretty spectacular saves. Our defense played amazingly well! No slip ups or anything. But right at the end we conceded a penalty. I hate last minute penalties. My clean sheet dream looked pretty bleak. The guy took the penalty and the shot was much faster than I expected it to be. Would my hand reach it time? It turns out that my hand did not reach it in time at all.

My legs reached it first.

Top of the morning to you'll folks!

P.S. I'm thinking of changing the theme. People say the letters are to small plus it looks a bit to gloomy.

Must be Santa!

2009-12-25T08:49:00.001-08:00

Christmas this year is very sober. Sure, there are the cakes, the decor, the gifts ( I got a shirt from mom, 1k from dad, and a set of new headphones from my bro), the sweets, the alcohol (which I don't drink) but the christmas spirit? Thumbs down.

Everyone was doing Christmas stuff as if they were filing income tax returns! And this wasnt just in my family, it was with my neighbours, my friends and even my Indonesian pen pals! Every was like "Hey I'm going to decorate my tree!*groan* :( "

Christmas day started off as usual with midnight mass.

Speaking of midnight mass I just remembered an episode in my life that happened many Christmases before. I had discovered a stray thread on the inside of my tuxedo jacket and we started late for mass as I continuesly clipped stray threads which only I seemed to see. In the car (slightly modified as I cant recount the exact details):

Mom: Oh no we're gonna be late! We will have to stand at the back during the service!

Me: Who cares!!?? I just found another stray thread in my jacket!

Dad: (to mom) Don't worry Dol, we'll make it there on time!
(to me) Kenny that tux costed (an amount so ridiculously large for a piece of clothing that I'm ashamed to mention it) and we tailor made it for you from the best guys in town. I don't think its gonna have so many threads sticking out!

Me: What??!! You paid that much for a TUX! Are you out of your mind? With the amount of threads here this thing couldnt be worth 100 bucks!

Mom: Kenny, even if there is a thread there, no ones gonna see it because its inside your jacket!!Stop nagging us!

Me: I'm doomed! I'm gonna be the laughing stock at the service! My Christmas is RUINED! Quick dad, turn the car around! We have just enough time for me to rush home an wear the other suit!

Dad: Can you stop talking nonsense please! You're driving me out of my wits!

Me: Ok can you atleast stop the car? There's a tool kit in the boot. We can take out the pliers and rip this little sucker out!!

Mom and Dad together: SHUT UP!!!

Me: Alright! Suit yourself! Noone is ever going to talk to me again after seeing me in this ridiculous outfit. Its going to be your fault that I grow up to be a psycho-killer bachelor with a lot of cats who is socially outcasted and all this just because YOU GUYS made such a huge fuss over removing this stupid thread!

Anyway, coming back, this time's mass passed without any incident. However, this time, the mass was more interesting with a better sermon than last time and the girls looked much hotter! ;-) =P All of their dresses were 4-5 inches shorter than recommended by their tailors.

After mass we went for ice-cream at Baskin Robbins. Three words! Bavarian Dark Chocolate! =P

Anyway, Merry Chrirtmas peeps! Enjoy the festive spirit! And remember......Keep your Christmas candle burning at both ends!

And the Winner Is...

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*bells ring, lights flash, drumroll, "We are the Champions" played, author of this blog stands with a Ryan Seacrest smile on his face and announces the winner!*

Shashwat!

I have contacted Shashwat and will ship the book to him today! Congratulations and Happy Reading bro!

Christmas Contest

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As the December month is here and Christmas is near I'm giving out a copy of Erich Sagel's Love Story, a bestseller with more than 21 million copies sold up to date. Yes, it's free and no, you don't have to pay for shipping charges either.

So what do you have to do to take this classic piece of literature out of my hands and put it in yours? Any one of the following.

^Comment intelligently on this post and leave your email so I can notify you if you have won.

OR

^Send an email to 1lone.wanderer1@gmail.com with Christmas Contest in the Subject line and state the reason you would like to have this book.

OR

^Write a blog post about this contest and link back here. Email the post link to the above email address.

So that's pretty much all you have to do.

This contests ends on December 19th 12.00 IST and is available to people residing in the Indian sub-continent only. ( I seriously can't afford overseas shippping :P )

The winner will be chosen through random.org so everyone will have an equal chance of winning.

A mugshot of the book.

Edit: Many guys have complained about the choice of the book which I'm giving away and I've even got a few requests to change it and put my 'Shantaram' up there, but just think about what an awesome gift this would make for your girlfriends this Christmas! :p