Stupid Interviews..

Everyone ought to have a blog or a live journal. They should enter within their essence. When the time comes I suggest they should suitably exchange the blog with any possible, would be spouse. It would be much easier than all those annoying interviews one has to sit through.

You are clad up in your best set of clothes sitting in an unfamiliar surrounding where all the eyes are gawking you. You dare not move as the twitching might make them take more notice. Intense suffocation follows when all of a sudden you are bombarded with queries like “How successful are you?” “What have you accomplished in your life till now” “Where do you see yourself going”. We all have a hard time in briefly summarizing ourselves in a few sentences. It’s hard to explain how we all perceive success differently and not all of us measure it in terms of how much fame and wealth one has accumulated. I consider success has touched all of us but only we alone can sense it.

Exchanging this collection of thoughts & dreams is a better approach for both of them to have a closer look at what the other person is all about and if there is any possibility of sparks flying :)Would be much easier also; instead of all the formalities you would just email the url of your blog and wait for appropriate comments :)

Grand Finale..

My Brother was overcome with tears of joy. My Sister was shrieking at the top of her voice. Their Team was now Champions of the World. I have never come across more passionate non-Italian supporters than these two.They have waited a long time for their team to finally taste glory. My Hearty Congratulation to them and Italy.

My Dad screamed at the top of his voice as he called the Italians “Cheats”. And as tempers flared over petty things, my mom laughed away in the corner. The World cup Final always seems to bring our household together. There is always a very enthusiastic & vocal crowd at our house and we argue over every whistle. The Final was a high drama affair and there were many points to squabble about.

“There goes Zidane’s Golden Ball.” yelled my brother.

“He thinks he is a Bull and this is bull fight.” added my cousin.

“Italians are cheaters and foul masters” screamed my dad.

“I will go bald if Barthez saves a single penalty” I humbly added.

“Its ONLY a game!! Lets not lose our tempers” my mom’s simple advice.

“In your face FRANCE” screamed my brother as the last penalty went in.

“AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH” the Italians contingents shrieked.

*Sound of vigorous applause and cheering* as Cannavaro lifts the World Cup.

It’s been a great World cup and finally as my mom says “Things will return to normalcy.”

Deserving World Champions

Fireworks proclaiming a fourth FIFA World Cup for Italy exploded into the black skies above the Olympiastadion as the Azzurri party began, leaving France – and a disconsolate Zinedine Zidane – to their own thoughts.

What an occasion the 18th Final produced with excitement at the start and incredible drama at the end as Zidane, on his farewell to the game he has graced for so long with his graceful skill, was shown the red card. On it went to a penalty showdown and five unerring Italian spot-kicks delivered them the title of world champions, with David Trezeguet the luckless player to miss. With Fabio Grosso converting, his country edged one Trophy behind Brazil in the pantheon of FIFA World Cup winners.



Zidane will remember this night for as long as he lives. France had promised to repeat their success of 1998 for their retiring captain and only he will know what possessed him when he thrust his forehead into the chest of Marco Materazzi. Zidane had to go, accompanied down the tunnel by the glare of thousands and thousands of flash bulbs and the tears of the legions of French supporters.

My Best Friend's Wedding..

A Married Man is a special breed; he enters into a realm that is very alien to the bachelor psyche.

My Best Friend is getting married in August. I am so happy for him as he has found his perfect soul mate. Soon he also will be component of a happily married couple and initiate to socialize amongst other happily married couples ONLY. In Bachelor lingo he would have MOVED ON.

Deep inside me I sense it’s my first day of school and every one around me is a stranger who I have nothing in common with. I miss my friends who have graduated Bachelorhood High and progressed on to sterner tests that marriage holds.

It sometimes feels very despicable to live a life of a bachelor amongst your married mates. You struggle to maintain your decorum while you beseech for an invitation whenever one wants to spend an evening in company. You don’t blame your friends for deserting you on the contrary you are at fault for not taking that next essential step. You merely admire other people’s children and just yearn for a few of your own.

What burns me more is the fact that I wont be able to attend his big day because of my work commitments.

I wish him the best of luck and success for his impending nuptials. I hope that one day when I tie the knot with my perfect soul mate *sighs* I too would have moved on..

I Just Don't Think I'll Ever Get Over You

I drink goodcoffee every morning
It comes from a place thats far away
And when I'm done I feel like talking
Without you here there is less to say

Don't want you thinking I'm unhappy
What is closer to the truth
Is that if I lived till I was a hundred and two
I just dont think I'll ever get over you

I'm no longer moved to drink strong whiskey
I shook the hand of time and I knew
that if I lived till I could no longer climb my stairs
I just dont think I'll ever get over you

Your face it dances andit haunts me
your laughter is still ringing in my ears
I still find peices of your prescence here
even after all these years

I don't want you thinking that i dont get asked to dinner
cause I'm here to say that I sometimes do
and even though I may seem to feel a touch of love
I just dont think I'll ever get over you

if I live till I was a hundred and two
I just dont think I'll ever get over you

Simply Beautiful..

A Little Difference..

The Rear glass of my car shattered because of the heat. The sound was so loud that I heard it in my office. We all rushed out dreading that maybe its some horrible calamity. The majority of those gathered saw the funnier side of it but I stood dazed. Firstly, I felt annoyed at the damage and secondly the Heat that encircled me was making me extremely uncomfortable. The temperature for the day, according to the weather department, was 45 Degree Celsius (113 Degree Fahrenheit) but it felt like it was 50 plus. The Heat was so intense that it was difficult to open my eyes. All the laborers working had their faces wrapped around with a wet cloth and they could be exempted for working slowly. To work in this heat is a crime on humanity.

As the Skyscrapers in Dubai go up and the city becomes the NEW Tourist Hotspot those who toil hard to make this transition come true are often forgotten. I saw a French Documentary once about the maltreatment of the laborers in the Labor Camps of Dubai, it was very thought provoking. I myself have visited the same site and many other sites like that where the living conditions are appalling. With the western media now starting to take notice and the general public outcry, the Government is starting to take steps to curtail such practices. But the job at hand is very huge and there are very few people who work pro-actively for this cause.

My brother & me went out to these labor camps to distribute some food. On seeing those residing there we felt ashamed that we had brought so little. And all of them had woeful stories and desires of reuniting with the loved ones they left behind. They had come here for a better tomorrow, now all they have are the blissful memories of the past. While returning from the camp it felt good inside that we had done our part to make a little difference to their lives.

Are we in trouble now?

It wasn't just the music
It wasn't just the wine
Some other kind of magic
Sending Shivers up my spine
Then I was falling
And I fell for you, and how
Darling, are we in trouble now

They say we're grown up
But we've been searching all this time
I wouldn't own up
Never would admit to flying blind
But in the Darkness
We found each other anyhow
Darling, are we in trouble now

When we'd talk it over
Love was a cry from a distant shore
Then we found each other
And all that we'd been searching for

And I'm done denying
I guess by now you know
I'm through with trying
Can't bring myself to let you go
And of all these feelings
We said we never would allow
Darling, are we in trouble now

Somethings are never meant to be yet we can never stop ourselves..