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My two cents...
I know this blog is dead. In fact it's way past its death, multiple re-incarnations, some subsequent deaths, burials...basically been through everything remotely related to all that life-n-death crap...and is finally in a state of limbo.
And that, actually, makes writing here all the more worthwhile. Firstly, you don't expect any response whatsoever. Secondly....umm, well there isn't anything worthier to do on a as-bluesy-as-it-gets monday morning, when ur manager's on leave, and the work can, well, (to put it easy) can be overlooked.
So.
After all this mindless thought which used to be the very essence of this blog, comes the question i've dreaded for the entire 5 mins. I've spent writing this: what to write about in the first place!?
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...
Arrr, what the heck, I might as well write about the damn weekend yet again. At least saturday ('cause sunday was spent healing my aging muscles who had to bear the brunt of the physical and mental stresses I'd been subjected to the day before). It all started on friday itself, with my manager coming up with another one of those ideas that makes you wonder %$#^ - to have a team cricket match, at 8 AM the next morning!! Curses, pleas, brickbats came his way from all sides of the team, but he was not a man to be swayed. So, here i was, at 8 on a saturday, standing on a cricket ground, barely able to control the shivering.
Thankfully, the match turned out to be more symbolic than what i'd though, with 3 of the 8 ppl failing to show up, and the rest in no mood to do anything at all. Just a few overs of struggling with bat and ball were all it took to send us packing back to home, with joints aching as if everest had just been conquered. But just as I'd happily trotted into home, aiming to stealthily make my way into bed till lunchtime, disaster struck, with the family declaring about plans to be out in 15 mins, and head towards a day-out at Akshardham temple!
Phew! What a behemoth of a monument is that place...just the parking expanse becomes tiring to cross. But it sure is a nice change from the regular expected experience at such huge religious places - well organised, informative...it resembles a museum more than anything else.
Anyways, after negotiating through the animatronics, boat rides, miles of walking, we finally got through with it, and I resumed plans to doze off right in the car itself. But lo and behold...such wonderful plans weren't meant to be...as my enthu-about-masala-movies brother reminded that we'd made advanced booking to watch - yeah u guessed it -Dhoom 2 - at a shady south delhi theatre!! All my "God bless PVR for not showing the movie" chants failed. My repeated rants about the new levels of crapiness the movie achieves were yet again ignored as the already sleepy me was dragged into a 10 to 1 nightshow.
Well, I can't find anything to write about the movie. Just can't. Skateboards that move faster than a Honda CBR can leave you too stunned to speak. The only consolation was to be proven right, at the end, that the movie did suck. Bigtime.
As the horridly tiring day drew to a close, I was too exhausted to even let out a whimper of complaint on being reminded that the wedding season had begun, and I had to be mandatorily present at each and every one of them.
And you thought weekdays were scary...
I know this blog is dead. In fact it's way past its death, multiple re-incarnations, some subsequent deaths, burials...basically been through everything remotely related to all that life-n-death crap...and is finally in a state of limbo.
And that, actually, makes writing here all the more worthwhile. Firstly, you don't expect any response whatsoever. Secondly....umm, well there isn't anything worthier to do on a as-bluesy-as-it-gets monday morning, when ur manager's on leave, and the work can, well, (to put it easy) can be overlooked.
So.
After all this mindless thought which used to be the very essence of this blog, comes the question i've dreaded for the entire 5 mins. I've spent writing this: what to write about in the first place!?
...
...
Arrr, what the heck, I might as well write about the damn weekend yet again. At least saturday ('cause sunday was spent healing my aging muscles who had to bear the brunt of the physical and mental stresses I'd been subjected to the day before). It all started on friday itself, with my manager coming up with another one of those ideas that makes you wonder %$#^ - to have a team cricket match, at 8 AM the next morning!! Curses, pleas, brickbats came his way from all sides of the team, but he was not a man to be swayed. So, here i was, at 8 on a saturday, standing on a cricket ground, barely able to control the shivering.
Thankfully, the match turned out to be more symbolic than what i'd though, with 3 of the 8 ppl failing to show up, and the rest in no mood to do anything at all. Just a few overs of struggling with bat and ball were all it took to send us packing back to home, with joints aching as if everest had just been conquered. But just as I'd happily trotted into home, aiming to stealthily make my way into bed till lunchtime, disaster struck, with the family declaring about plans to be out in 15 mins, and head towards a day-out at Akshardham temple!
Phew! What a behemoth of a monument is that place...just the parking expanse becomes tiring to cross. But it sure is a nice change from the regular expected experience at such huge religious places - well organised, informative...it resembles a museum more than anything else.
Anyways, after negotiating through the animatronics, boat rides, miles of walking, we finally got through with it, and I resumed plans to doze off right in the car itself. But lo and behold...such wonderful plans weren't meant to be...as my enthu-about-masala-movies brother reminded that we'd made advanced booking to watch - yeah u guessed it -Dhoom 2 - at a shady south delhi theatre!! All my "God bless PVR for not showing the movie" chants failed. My repeated rants about the new levels of crapiness the movie achieves were yet again ignored as the already sleepy me was dragged into a 10 to 1 nightshow.
Well, I can't find anything to write about the movie. Just can't. Skateboards that move faster than a Honda CBR can leave you too stunned to speak. The only consolation was to be proven right, at the end, that the movie did suck. Bigtime.
As the horridly tiring day drew to a close, I was too exhausted to even let out a whimper of complaint on being reminded that the wedding season had begun, and I had to be mandatorily present at each and every one of them.
And you thought weekdays were scary...
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