Summer

Here I am, sitting on my bed sparing all my thought to the sound of the wind blowing inside my room along with the faintest noise of the air customs helicopters hovering over Hudson river(damn you guys!). I look outside my window, I see people sunbathing on the lawn in front of the building(Bare topped!), kids playing in the park along with their moms and as far as my eye could see there is a stretch of huge buildings swarmed like mountains across a plain. I peep outside the window like a dog with his face outside the window of a speeding car. I feel the warm summer breeze flowing on my face. It only makes me say, "You lucky dog".

Feels wonderful, feels free. But why did it suddenly take me to a place thousands of miles away from here. Shrunk my age to 10-12 years with the racing thoughts of me and my friends playing cricket in the lush green fields of the country side? Probably that's because those were the best summer days of my life or maybe because I'm too arrogant to admit that I miss home or maybe I need a break. I have no clue, I just want to enjoy the moment before my obligations occupy my mind. This is one of the few moments I find for myself in an otherwise rush hour life.

I live in New York City, one of the greatest/busiest cities in the world and the pinnacle of corporate life. Many people back in my country say life is too mechanized here. But it only reminds me of one Red's sentence, "Get busy living or get busy dying". Toward which side are we moving?

Twitterized!

When web logs(or blogs) were first introduced, like a decade or half a decade ago?, they sat to serve a purpose. They were the voice of the common man whose voice is otherwise unheard of outside his teeny-tiny real world social network. (Wait, Did I just glorify the virtual online social networks? :-| ). It made him(or her) happy when his(or her) voice(or post) is heard(or read) and reacted by an unknown person thousand of kilometers away from there. It empowered him(?), elevated him(?) and most of all gave him a freedom of speech he never dreamed of. He voiced against the evil happenings around him, he expressed concerns for the less taken care of and he joined the virtual celebrations of pride and joy.

Life was good until 1 day came when people have become tweeple, blogosphere became twitosphere and a 4 para post came down to as little as a 3 sentence tweet. Microblogging. Everything is micro in it. Long urls became tiny urls, each tweet is subject to a meagre 140 characters victimizing poor vowels, most of the time they are squeezed out of the words to make the words look tiny and the website is a sad looking page of dullness. Sheer reduction, does it imply it is curbing/restricting the freedom blogs gave/give us? Not really. Rather it took conversations to the next level. How often do you get to speak to a celebrity(from a powerful politician(from Obama to Kevin Rudd to Shashi Tharoor) to a budding artist) directly? And the best of all is he/she replies you back. Intellectual tweets, informational tweets, impact-ual tweets and sometimes ignorable tweets. They changed the face and meaning of the word blog forever, which makes me, a blogger, sad. The cute looking blue sparrow is now everywhere in the world, tiny and powerful. On every social network, on every blog and every popular website hosting its own tiny url ready to be tweeted. The world as we see it is Twitterized!

Errr...

Are we living in a box? :-|

The Master Lives On...

Been a long time I posted something here. And I couldn't find a better reason than the legendary Sachin Tendulkar.

Excerpts of a profile from Time's archives, floating on blogosphere:

"When Sachin Tendulkar traveled to Pakistan to face one of the finest bowling attacks ever assembled in cricket, Michael Schumacher was yet to race a F1 car, Lance Armstrong had never been to the Tour de France, Diego Maradona was still the captain of a world champion Argentina team, Pete Sampras had never won a Grand Slam.

When Tendulkar embarked on a glorious career taming Imran and company, Roger Federer was a name unheard of; Lionel Messi was in his nappies, Usain Bolt was an unknown kid in the Jamaican backwaters. The Berlin Wall was still intact, USSR was one big, big country, Dr Manmohan Singh was yet to "open" the Nehruvian economy.

It seems while Time was having his toll on every individual on the face of this planet, he excused one man. Time stands frozen in front of Sachin Tendulkar. We have had champions, we have had legends, but we have never had another Sachin Tendulkar and we never will."

A Look Back....

Fresh in our mind,
All the memories are strong and sound.
The colors of life never faded,
The voices of love never fluttered,
Life then was a joy ride.

From internals to interviews,
Nicknames to black jokes,
Cultural festivals to love proposals,
Colors of holi to the sharings of sorrow,
High pitch laughs to Valentines day pranks,
And from blushes to crushes....
The memories are still intact.

Remembering those days after few years,
My eyes were filled with tears.
There is no Bob to shout, there is no Ash to rap,
Everyone now is in life's trap,
Struggling to find a way to make atleast a tap.

Life is all different now.
Looking back, we see ourselves laughing and pranking.
We were all in elation until the time of seperation,
When the time came to part, we left with a heavy heart,
And pain, we never knew until the time is through....

Memories are what all we carry in the basket of life,
Cherishing them all through the rest of our lives,
Some memories saturate but those cherished moments of college,
Will live with us forever....

The colors of life will never fade....

And the voices of love will never flutter....

My Crushes!

Was talking to my friends and suddenly crushes topic popped out. Felt like writing my crushes in here...

As far as i can remember my first crush was in 6th class.

School:
6th: A girl with whom i played on my cousin's bday but couldnt get her name :( and never saw her again too :((
7th: Priyadarshini(the best so far), Poojitha.
8th: Zenab(two people with the same names, one in my class and another in my cousin's apartments).
9th: Preethi.
10th: Rumana(not exactly crush but attraction).

Inter Second year:
Dont know her name. Saw her again in CBIT annual day in the 3rd yr of my graduation but she dint look quite gud though :D

Graduation:
First year: Sameera(the strongest so far and can be considered the best too)
Second year: Sameera continued(oh now she is the longest)
Third year: Soumya and the girl in my coaching class(dont know her name)
Final year: The anonymous girl of M.Tech(attraction)
Now: None. Just deciding on what kind of girl and which girl :p ;)