Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Friday, February 27, 2009
Catching the flight..
Well the drama was never to end actually, Sid had a rotten luck. And it rubbed off everywhere, every time. But why me??!! Well never mind..
With the benefit of hindsight I hadn't allowed him to plan out a thing. I had the places listed, the flight booked (woof that was an experience..), the bike fully fed..it was a great plan!
We went to shop and somehow the hunky dude got a pair of jeans for himself, and i got one too. I usually perspire at the prospect of buying a jeans. He picked up and tried each and every one of them, just easy. I, well, on the other hand picked a 32, then a 36, but settled for 34. The complex scenarios of keeping in mind the relative shrinkage of the waist and the unseemly burgeoning of the thighs were making matters a bit dicy and that's when Sid came in handy. As easy as a flick he chose one and i took it!
That was going to be the only highlight of the day though.
A lot of time had gone by, and we barely managed lunch. After the ever faithful hyderabadi Biryani, which never disappoints, we came back to my room. Though the time was comfortably on our side, i had a premonition of a disaster. Sid was known for his great slumbers, statuette-naps. And he was falling asleep, oh my dear, my heart yelped, but to no avail.
The eagle had landed, and now i was in a fix. This demoniac creature continued to snore through every tick, father time laughing at my plight ticked only more gracefully. Six o clock??! Sid ..sid..SID!!!!!
And oh yes, it was the run against time and it seemed reversed Ramayana. I was racing on my Activa(not even an equivalent Pushpakyana..) taking Ravana himself to far away airport, which might as well been beyond Lanka...
And Jai Hanumaan it was, when his flight took off i realised what it meant by a quantum of solace...
With the benefit of hindsight I hadn't allowed him to plan out a thing. I had the places listed, the flight booked (woof that was an experience..), the bike fully fed..it was a great plan!
We went to shop and somehow the hunky dude got a pair of jeans for himself, and i got one too. I usually perspire at the prospect of buying a jeans. He picked up and tried each and every one of them, just easy. I, well, on the other hand picked a 32, then a 36, but settled for 34. The complex scenarios of keeping in mind the relative shrinkage of the waist and the unseemly burgeoning of the thighs were making matters a bit dicy and that's when Sid came in handy. As easy as a flick he chose one and i took it!
That was going to be the only highlight of the day though.
A lot of time had gone by, and we barely managed lunch. After the ever faithful hyderabadi Biryani, which never disappoints, we came back to my room. Though the time was comfortably on our side, i had a premonition of a disaster. Sid was known for his great slumbers, statuette-naps. And he was falling asleep, oh my dear, my heart yelped, but to no avail.
The eagle had landed, and now i was in a fix. This demoniac creature continued to snore through every tick, father time laughing at my plight ticked only more gracefully. Six o clock??! Sid ..sid..SID!!!!!
And oh yes, it was the run against time and it seemed reversed Ramayana. I was racing on my Activa(not even an equivalent Pushpakyana..) taking Ravana himself to far away airport, which might as well been beyond Lanka...
And Jai Hanumaan it was, when his flight took off i realised what it meant by a quantum of solace...
Monday, February 16, 2009
Friendmones....
Friends do bring along all the happiness, nostalgia, warmth and also the sense to throw caution to the winds. All sense and sensibilities are lost in rush of those strange hormones. Yesterday Sid came over from Mysore, and i was on cloud eleven. It began with picking him up at the railway station at 2'o' clock in the night..whoa what an adrenaline chilling experience!! Driving an illegal vehicle and wading through dust, cold and just 20 kilometers, doesn't really help in bringing in the bonhomie.
So after the adventure Sid walked out as a sleepy zombie barely able to smile and hug me as he settled his 6feet frame over my humble scooter(Activa for the enlightened). I kept yapping all along the way, only to be acknowledged by the snorts and guffaws expressing the mild astonishment anyone would have at the gibberish coming out of a 24 year old.
We reached home, Sid revived himself over a cup of coffee and then, mercifully, announced that he has a paper at 9 AM at the other end of this city called Hyderabad. A frenzy of finding pillows and sheets ensued, giving us little over 3 hours to manage a nap.
Early morning, barely done with the basic ceremonies we started our voyage to Nizam College. Strangely though the address said Osmania University. I went ahead with directions for Osmania University, gesticulating in all the tongues remotely known to me. Sid, for the first time interested, enquired what was i on about? I said that meant "where is that place?", osmania ekkada undi in telugu. Only when he was about to applaud me on my versatility did we realise that the address had a first line too and rapidly did diminish my short lived, and meticulously planned, moment in limelight. We were 7 km away from the radar... Rushing over to Basheerbagh like Quli Qutub Shah rushing towards Taramati, i rushed to save some face ...And just in time we reached...Nizam College , Osmania University (Affiliated To.)..what an address!!!
So after the adventure Sid walked out as a sleepy zombie barely able to smile and hug me as he settled his 6feet frame over my humble scooter(Activa for the enlightened). I kept yapping all along the way, only to be acknowledged by the snorts and guffaws expressing the mild astonishment anyone would have at the gibberish coming out of a 24 year old.
We reached home, Sid revived himself over a cup of coffee and then, mercifully, announced that he has a paper at 9 AM at the other end of this city called Hyderabad. A frenzy of finding pillows and sheets ensued, giving us little over 3 hours to manage a nap.
Early morning, barely done with the basic ceremonies we started our voyage to Nizam College. Strangely though the address said Osmania University. I went ahead with directions for Osmania University, gesticulating in all the tongues remotely known to me. Sid, for the first time interested, enquired what was i on about? I said that meant "where is that place?", osmania ekkada undi in telugu. Only when he was about to applaud me on my versatility did we realise that the address had a first line too and rapidly did diminish my short lived, and meticulously planned, moment in limelight. We were 7 km away from the radar... Rushing over to Basheerbagh like Quli Qutub Shah rushing towards Taramati, i rushed to save some face ...And just in time we reached...Nizam College , Osmania University (Affiliated To.)..what an address!!!
Saturday, February 14, 2009
The Return
I created this blog sometime back and totally forgot about it. The other day my brother sent me the link to his blog, a wonderfully done work, and that's when it dawned on me to have a look at my own.
Life changes a lot in a small span and then it stands still; what a paradox. In the short while that I been working, i have realised how much there is to a human being that what meets the eye. As a kid, and until a few years, i used to feel that the most important existence is my own. That others' lives are just background stories to the main plot of my life. I never imagined that the way a small family of three can become a world unto itself eclipsing the universe beyond. Mom's paintings, dads murals, my tennis, then our cooking, our tastes, our jokes; then my career, mom's career....only when i came out to the hostel did i realise what the world was.
What a great mosaic of pin pricks it is! Each pin having its own sheen, each tilted to a varying angle, each waiting for its moment to prick!
And then when we start to acknowledge everyone's existence and their talents, do we realise that its a bee's nest we have waded into. That you supposed to not cross some imaginary boundaries, not speak frankly while others may, not take people's words as obvious et al.
hahaahha...what a return..thanks dushy...for The Return.
Life changes a lot in a small span and then it stands still; what a paradox. In the short while that I been working, i have realised how much there is to a human being that what meets the eye. As a kid, and until a few years, i used to feel that the most important existence is my own. That others' lives are just background stories to the main plot of my life. I never imagined that the way a small family of three can become a world unto itself eclipsing the universe beyond. Mom's paintings, dads murals, my tennis, then our cooking, our tastes, our jokes; then my career, mom's career....only when i came out to the hostel did i realise what the world was.
What a great mosaic of pin pricks it is! Each pin having its own sheen, each tilted to a varying angle, each waiting for its moment to prick!
And then when we start to acknowledge everyone's existence and their talents, do we realise that its a bee's nest we have waded into. That you supposed to not cross some imaginary boundaries, not speak frankly while others may, not take people's words as obvious et al.
hahaahha...what a return..thanks dushy...for The Return.
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Welcome Creative People
Hello all! I am Aroop. I welcome u all! This blog is meant to be used as a canvas for creative people like you! All the while in my college days i sought a portal for expressing my thoughts and at the same time reading and enjoying ideas of the intelligentsia. The quality and standard of the posts, which may be poems or passages or facts(scientefic or non-scientefic) or characters sketches, are expected to have an imperative quality. And that is creative-originality. Other than that please feel free to express your ideas and use Vistaz as a canvas for free trials for your intellect.Each post will be called a CO-blog for Creatively-Original blog.
Happy CO-blogging!!
Happy CO-blogging!!
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