Been a long time since the last post. Not as if the whole world was waiting for this one to come out.

Anyway, I lot has changed since the last post. I joined a project, worked for a year, quit the company, came to US, started and finished a year of M.S. degree. Things haven’t gone as expected. Heck, things have gone the worst way possible. And there is nobody or nothing to be blamed for this except me.

My laziness. But things have taken a darker turn. I’ve lost confidence in myself. The laziness + diffidence combo isn’t exactly the best of things to happen. It has led my mind to the darkest of places. Places which I wish never to return.

Thus, I endeavour to begin my crawl to reach a happy place starts. I hope that I make the entire length. It’s not going to be easy but I hope never to give up till I reach that place.

I’d be (hopefully) jotting down further details of the journey.


It says Optional


It’s been a while since I posted here. Well it’s partly because that I’ve had nothing worthwhile to write about.

Joined an IT company. Did well in the training. And since then.. wait for it… yes, you probably guessed it… BENCHED. For full 3 months now.

Now, I could have been active and find something useful to be done (like writing this post much earlier), but that would not have been me.

So that’s it for this post. 3 months of wasting time.


Hello world!


So here I am. On WordPress. Again trying my dilettante hand on blogging. I hopeĀ  to be regular this time around. (Atleast more regular than I’ve been. I really like to write, I do.)

This WordPress looks way to better than Blogspot. Maybe this should help in getting me glued.

I don’t know what I am going to write about. But I’ll write nevertheless to give my creative juicesĀ (if existent) an outlet. So till I find anything worthwhile to write about, it’s good riddance.

Note: The posts before this have been imported from previous blog.

The Cup that Counts.

28 years ago.
27 years, 9 months and 7 days ago to be precise.

I wasn’t even born then. That was the day India had won the Cricket World Cup for the first time. I’ve been told that was a day when the whole nation celebrated as one. Hmmm, quite a feat for a nation that is as varied and as divided as ours. I could only imagine those scenes.

Sure enough, I’ve seen umpteen times Mohinder Amarnath taking the last Windies wicket at the Lord’s and running for his life. Felt proud and all that, yeah. But lacked the real joy. Since then have seen many Cups come and go without delivering the joy.

1992- I was too young to follow cricket.
1996- My first memories of cricket. Remember breaking everything after the Indian loss in SF.
1999- Boring WC with no real memories except for Sourav’s 100 against Sri Lanka and Sachin’s against Kenya.
2003- The closest I got to experience joy. Couldn’t believe what happened in the final.
2007- The less talked about it the better.

2011- The Indian were billed as favourites, but the question was would they live up to the billing? The biggest drawback in my opinion was a captain who rides on luck. But I didn’t care as long as we won the cup. This cup. The cup that counts. Not for me. But for Sachin Tendulkar. I can see the team attempting and failing to win for many years. But the guy had just one last shot to win the coveted trophy. The man has done a lot for the nation for 21 years. Can’t the team just play to its potential and win the Cup?

And after 42 days of intense (and here-and-there boring) cricket, the Cup was won. On the way, we saw a genius knock from Viru, sensational bowling from Zaheer, match-winning performances from Yuvraj, the Master himself helping to a couple of centuries, Ashish and Munaf and getting buried and rise, Piyush’s pathetic attempt at bowling leg-spin, the middle-order of Gambhir, Kohli and Raina holding fort etc. And not to be forgotten, finally a captain’s knock from Dhoni.

In 1996 I cried. In 2011 I cried. The ones who I shed tears for were same. The opponent was same. The difference was in the emotion.

Thank You Team India.

The Bicycle Fall

First post of 2011 is about falling from a cycle. Sad note to start the year?

Nah. Not really.

It brought back many memories. All in a second. All those falls that which preceded this one.

The cycle races. The roads of Aram Bagh. Me groaning. The cuts and the bruises. Mummy chiding about me not being too careful and tending to the wounds at the same time.

All this brought an innocent smile. Something which my face muscles haven’t experienced in a long long time.


The Year 2010 That Was: The Ugly

Yes, it was the worst year of this 2 decade old life.

Why? Dunno. I really can’t find an answer to this question. This year has been the gloomiest, the darkest ever. There were periods of utter depression; periods when I didn’t want to do anything.

The fall-outs? I missed applying for an MS to the USA. The thing I was so keen to do. I have put it off for now. Hope will do something better in 2011. After all, hope is what makes the world go round.