What Greats do

some days u can go on. Some days all u wanna do is sink in the chair n let fatigue take you over consume you completely, let sandman sprinkle a grain in your eye and sing u a lallaby. Problem is, most of these incidents they occur to me a few hours before an exam when I'm supposedly under pressure (IPL lingo) n speakin of IPL those buggers know how to ruin a man's study schedule all thanks to Mr. Modi. 

But I would have given a million dollars to watch that sorry look on PZ n Yuvi's faces. Wonder where Sreeshant went. Humility is the mark of leaders. Watch wat SRK did in last IPL look where its gotten him to..right at the bottom of the table. N I saw PZ dancing a li'l too much this match. The greats never show off. They just smile as they trample you over and move on, like what Mathew Hayden did to Sri. N Wat Dhoni did to PZ n co. 

I know what aggression is I know what calculated aggression is I know expressive players and I know what mindless crapiola screaming and sad break dancing on the field is. I am almost certain Sri'll never get a turn in the national squad thanks to his histrionics on the field after Dhoni got out. Like I said, the greats, they only smile and trample over you. 

As for Hayden  n the rest of the aussie buggers we all hate so much when they play against us, well look where its got you. In a team thats kickin out most of its senior players n a captain who's digging his grave. If India lift the T20 world cup this time, I'll treat every bugger I know at Bakya n scream "in your face"!

That thing bout Askin n Receivin

I've always been the guy who gets everything. All I gotta do is ask. Sometimes there's a waiting period..sometimes its instant like cuppa noodles. N it pains me no end that there still exist people who are either too shy to ask or simply don't know that they have to ask in order to receive.

I belive in prayers. They work for me. Its definitely not like I ask for a ferrari n hear it vrooming in my backyard instantly..poof! No thats not how my prayers work. N I'm an agnostic I don't know who or what it is I am addressing me prayers to. But personally I make it a point to list out all the factors that irk my grey cells everynight, n tell God that Now that I've told you, its now ur problem how u go about solving them. N I usually get what I want or at the very least, have a great sleep everynight without resorting to sleep-inducing-substances :P

N then there are people who don't know they have to ask. Yesterday I saw mom curled up in a corner in the AC room. She's sleeping. No rug over her. She's curled in a foetal position. Her body n mind knows she's feeling cold but she's too sleepy to pull the rug over her. N I just came in after the IPL match into the room. She din't ask me and I/ don't call myself thoughtful for putting the rug over her. Its a really simple action. It's a real simple help someone can ask for. But she simply doesn know she has to ask. Maybe thats how she'll be forever. Not just a rug over her. She'll never ask for anything at all. I gotta decipher things myself and give her  atleast half the world she gave me. Happy Mother's day. 

Can't be a foodie unless you cook

I was in a dilapidated three wheeler n the guy in khaki was takin me through dark streets n alleys I had no idea how to go back where I started n I dint know if he was really takin me where I wanted to go. N then I saw it..a sign board..bright neon curly script glowing in the dark

"Never Trust a skinny Chef" and it started churning the gears in my long dead grey area and thoughts started filling me. Isn't it true? A chef cant be slim if he loves to cook n eat what he cooks its a vicious cycle anyway my point is, I love cooking. 

I cooked today. Twas a wonderful feeling. No disturbance. You know what I liked bout cooking, the most? U get to eat the ingredients n u r half full by the tie u finish cooking n tasting it. Lotta spices, colors, aromas wow It felt like I was home. I'm not a great cook but I really enjoy the process. Its fun. You get to make your own secret ingredients and experiment a lot. Isn't that how we learn? What's it called? Reinforced Learning.

N thats when it struck me. All these days I've been faking it. I was callin myself a foodie, when wat I meant was I loved to eat. You cant be a foodie unless you love to cook. There's no twisted logic here, its straight, plain and simple unlike the humour in a P.G. Wodehouse. Oh the subtelty of the light humor its just awesome but u gotta be really into it like watchin a crazy mohan drama. Miss one second and u miss a great gig. N u watch any of his movies, the first time u see it, u find a few scenes funny. Watch it a second time n u feel other scenes are hilarious. N then there are some things u simply don't understand. :P

N I've been listening to 2 songs by The Zeest(official site here). BC sutta of course and a demo of 100 rupai. The acoustics are cool..me not likes em electric guitar though. If u r a punk rock lover I'd suggest it to you. Desi bands are what am lookin at now. They're the future.

N it'll take a while before I taste that dish I cooked. M having a Huge bowl full of chopped melons for breakfast. :D Peace out.