Sachin, Douglas Adams, The Universe and Everything else....

You might be wondering about the title of this post. Its to do with a post i found on a blog at www.cricinfo.com. It brings out the undeniable genius of the two men and the fact that there is no book more insightful book than the HGTTG.
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Sachin Tendulkar smiled. Now that's not a codeword for a nuclear explosion but it was how Tendulkar reacted to an umpiring decision when he was one short of his 42nd one-day hundred. What an injustice, cried millions of fans across the world. How can such a great batsman fall in the 90s in three out of five one-day innings? And how does one explain two 99s in two months?


Hang on. According to The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, 42 is the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe and everything. Surely two months isn't long enough for solving such a mighty problem. It shows that the step from 0 to 41 is surely demanding but the one from 41 to 42 is gigantic. It's a leap that our Sachin needs to take. Douglas Adams obviously saw it coming several decades earlier but when it does arrive, it deserves one heck of a celebration.

and it's beginning to get to me.

I met an old friend, some time back. He was the topper of our class and could have easily made it into any of the world's top IITs and IIMs. But, there was one thing that differentiated him from us, the lower mortals - he had a dream.

So, all the time when we were busy, chasing our 'goals', he was taking a step forward towards his dream. He knew that the path was not easy and the pot at the end of the rainbow was not that lucrative either. But, he bravely fought against everything: the temptation of an easy life, the lure of easy money and the eternal peer pressure, from which all of us suffer.

And now, here we are.

We sit comfortably in our air conditioned office, contemplating about the next job change or the way out from the mundane job responsibilities we have. Whereas, he sweats it out in the high court, pushing files and talking to under-trials.

We rush off to the mall and spend our easy-earned money on things that, we think, will make us happy. Whereas, he is more than happy to return home at 11 in the night after spending all his evenings in the company of mammoth books that cover the Indian Penal Code.

But even after all this, he has one thing which we don't.

He has a dream!
And, all that we are left with are illusions of a nightmare!

Weekly Status : Week 32

First and foremost.
Homer Simpson Rocks !!!!!!

In Homer, we believe.

Finally, a weekend when I did it all.

• Blew up 22,000 rupees (some of my really hard earned cash)
• Actually traveled in a blue-line bus (God's very own messenger of death)
• Wondered around in Connaught Place, discussing why guys hold on to their girls while walking.
• Traveled in an auto-rickshaw (after a very-very long time)
• Got simpson'ed (finally!!)
• Wrote a crazy mail to all my friends, asking them to get back to me for all that I've done to them till date.
  

p.s.1. 2nd part of 'personal rantings of a guy gone crazy'
p.s.2. now we are officially global (with no two bloggers logging in from the same city). hell! we even have people seeing this from finland :D

Knock..Knock..

Oh! How I jotted down all the things I'd do, once I have the time.
The plans were on paper and the maps were ready.

But then, the usual vicious cycle of oh-wait-for-the-right-time-and-then-you-can-do-it came knocking on the door. I hate unexpected guests and, especially, this damn thing - it tops the list.

Yet again, I pulled myself back. I took a deep breath and comforted myself, promising that this would be the last time. But going by my dubious track record, I knew that it isn't. It's not even close to the last time.

So, till that time, let me sing aloud -

Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Take me home
Oh, won't you please take me home

p.s. 1st part of 'personal rantings of a guy gone crazy'

The power of uhhh....... Pink!!

Today was a gloomy day.
Not because it rained cats and dogs.
Neither because a bus drowned at the Dwarka underpass.
Nor because I was asked to (yawn!!!) study some docs at office.
And, particularly, not because a client replied to my mail that I had sent her on February 28th, 2007.

In fact, I made a friend suffer a minor heart attack by telling him that I'm getting promoted and being sent for a 9-month on-site stint (which of course was a lie). And for the fact that after such a long time I finally failed to miss My name is Earl and 30 Rock.

But it was gloomy. And it was strange that I wasn't able to identify the reason.
And, hence, the day was about to end at a very gloomy note but then...

A phone call at 12 o'clock and the midnight sun started shining bright behind the dark clouds in the sky. A conversation which made me realize the things I enjoy the most.

"To each his own", they say.
Some people find watching television interesting, some people feel the happiest in the company of books, some people gorge like pigs to make the blues disappear and some people do good in their own company. But, for me, I have realized that one thing that can beat the shit out of my bluesy moods (ok! let's try and not think about beer for a moment) is -

trumpets......
rolling drums......
tadaa......

Office Gossip !!!

So, there I was - happy like a little child who just snatched away the lollipop out of the bull dog's mouth; with sparkling eyes of a scientist who invented something today; the guy who realized that he'll be marrying Paris Hilton;

And why was I happy? Because I'd just concluded a 2 hour phone call discussing - pink!
Oh! how I love office gossip. I adore it. In fact, I have a business plan to make a living out of it (any b-school student listening).

God save the souls of those who interact with me at work :P