My relationship with this blog is turning out to be same as my relationship with everyone else..I mean as with all people around me. In short ‘Duniya’.

It’s not that I don’t like it or don’t like people…acquaintances ..friends….etc.

By not talking (vastly different from communicating) or not being in touch, some may think of me as..’bridge burner’…or for a lack of better word ‘bridge abandoner’; but something within me says I’m neither of these.

This is not an abandoned place, I religiously (again due to lack of better word) visit this blog (and blogs of all my virtual friends) at least once everyday, and I’m sure dear blog knows this and shyaad also understands this, which I cannot say about duniya.

And million dollar question is…what to blog what not to blog, what to show and what to hide…and stuff which comes under ‘not to blog’ makes much more interesting posts.
Nope, writing about workplace is not at all safe, though I’ve done that in past, but now that’s a big NO. And other interesting insights which one gains from personal life are too personal to share, or personal word will lose its meaning.
Still outside of these two premises, things can be written about / shared here, and for that some good writing skills are needed which I clearly don’t have.
There are so many wonderful bloggers out there who weave beautifully witty stories out of mundane activities….like getting a hair cut or visiting dentist or an eating place.

Hmmm may be some day….

Yes I’m a social disaster; yes I don’t talk, especially when everyone else around me is talking. Okay, I don’t talk because I find it very boring, and 99.9% people talk the OBVIOUS things….yes pretty plain obvious…and I hate hearing my voice stating obvious stuff. So prefer to keep quiet and listen (or pretend to) everyone else’s self-boasting half-baked theories and stories.

Why can’t we be normal….just plain boring normal people…talking about normal stuff…no more show-off, no more artificial talks….no more passing judgments about everything, no more proving a point or something.
Life is not a contest after all.

Plus, I hate this concept of ‘ice-breaking’…..why is that everyone starts with weather and ends up with economic policies when one cannot do anything about either.

I think,someday I’d start carrying an actual ice-breaker with me and …..

It's been really a long time since I actually 'typed' something, lately I've been posting some song lyrics or some forwarded carton clip!

It's not that nothing worth writing is not happening, but truth is a lot is happening and I'm hiding all that.
(Wah wah that’s a cool “not-nothing-not” kind of sentence :-) )

Well, I guess I'm surprising myself but not writing about ongoing India-SL series or Mendis's or Phelp's exploits.

Or about Olympic ceremonies, like I'll be monotonously repetitive if I say China has set the bar way too high for other countries, no its not like that others can't spend 40 billion dollars to host a mega event, but they definitely can't manage that sheer number of individuals performing.

China surely has used their huge population to their advantage in a fantastic way.

Regarding actual games, I feel certain sports should be banned, yes completely banned, what kind of crap is that "synchronized swimming/ synchronized diving/ Rhythmic Gymnastics/ Trampoline"???

Well, weekend was spent watching movies some 3.5 in all, and that .5 comprises 1/4 of Kismet Connection (felt like crushing its DVD), and 1/4 of Phoonk (fell asleep); Other 3 movies are mentioned on the sidebar.

Ouch, this has turned out another rant-ish post, so that's the prime reason I should stay away from writing anything on Monday morning.

With that, I strongly recommend that all offices should declare half-days on Mondays and Friday, that is first half off on Mondays and second half off on Fridays.

One of worst feeling in the world is to win despite playing real bad.

Last evening, we won despite being down 0-4 in first set and 0-5 in third, and somehow managed to win 7-6 (9-7), 6-1, 7-6 (7-3). My partner played good but I was in terrible form.

Amazing astounding alluring mesmerizing…………..

AWESOME….. ROCK ON!!!!!

I’m absolutely in love with this song……”Phir Dekhiye…..”

Beautiful lyrics, awe-inspiring music…and wonderful voice!!!

Aankhon mein jis ke...
Koi to khwaaab hai

Khush hai wahi jo...
Thoda betaaab hai

Zindagi mein koi...
Arzoooo kijiye

Phir Dekhiye....

Hoton pe jis ke....
Koi to geeet hai

Woh haar bhi to...
Uss ki hi jeeet hai

Dil mein jo... geet hai
Gun gunaaa... lijiye

Phir Dekhiye....

Yaadon mein jis ke.....
kisi ka naam hai
Sapno ke jaisi
Uss ki har shaaam hai

Koi to... ho jisey
Apna dil.. dijiye

Phir Dekhiye....

Khwaab buniye zara
Geet suniye zara...
Phool Chuniye zaraa...

Phir Dekhiye.....

One should be well-versed in either Telugu or Punjabi to interact with desis in Bay Area.

Ahh..Wednesday....weekly status report day..and I wish to send this along with the report.

As expected it turned out to be best match in recent history. But unexpectedly climax script went wrong for die-hard Federer fans like me; He was supposed to win the title though not easily but in not more than 4 sets.

He was little scratchy in first 3 games of first set, in second set for first 6 games he was back in rhythm but in 7^th game some ‘noisy audience’ disturbed his concentration and he handed a easy volley into net and also ended up losing that game and next 3 games to lose the set.

It was hard to choose a winner in 3^rd set, and in 4^th set again his first serve started to trouble him and at the same time rescued him in 4^th set tie-break (also Nadal’s double fault at 5-2 helped), and in final set his first serve TOTALLY deserted him, he also looked little tired n jaded after splitting 12 games, and ended up losing.

In my opinion, he played at least 1 gear below his potential, whereas Nadal is in form of his life and played exceptional tennis.

In all, it turned out to be heartbreaking especially after his French open beating; here he was expected to win, and in spite of not being in his best form he still took it to last set and lost from there.

And on the same day, India lost another final, this time to SL, and again same story; from past so many years either Jayasuriya or Murli or Vaas do something special and this time along with Jayasuriya this Mendis fellow destroyed them.

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Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na, turned out to be routine college-romance kind of GOOD movie, with a very very silly ending, though people say there can’t be better end. Huh.

Names in it are really bad or dumb e.g. Rats/Meow/Bombs…..very irritating, and also who calls their parents peachy or pumpkin??

Songs are misplaced, but they are good enough to make you sit through out.

29-June-2008- Somewhere in North Cal.
Rarest of rare photo where we both are laughing in a same frame