Daddy's Back...!!!

Alright, I get it, looks like the jinx is working. The day I started this, I was jinxed with the ability to keep it regular. Lesson learnt, never over-think to think over something, just go ahead and do it, ofcourse the rule has its exceptions. So on yet another stint to keep my blog alive, I try a return with a typical 'Barney Stinsonesque' stylish-but-desperatesque quote, 'Daddy's Back', which has got nothing to do with getting hooked up for a happy ending (I know it sounds so lame!). Nevertheless, its gonna be legend--- wait for it ---

Just before we get on, a few updates from my last post. I finally managed to graduate in Masters, after a struggle (physical - don't be surprised and mental) of around 3 years, for a course which was supposed to be finished in 2 years - ideal case scenario are always so hypothetical. Nevertheless it feels good to put a title like M.Sc./MS/Masters after my name. (yet again, lame!) I managed to find a job too and shifted to Austria, and hence the start of the Austrian Chronicles, (I'll try to make this exciting!) so yet another country on my list checked. Wait, it was never on my list, hmmm, oh well, yet another country checked.

A bigger outlook, India managed to win the cricket world cup 2011, for which I celebrated by getting my face painted. (Ok I agree its not as big as Poonam Pandey or Laura Riquelmy declaring to strip for World Cup win, but common its a celebration and not a punishment, nevertheless a bit of self -glorification!)

 So that was a small brief on the updates so far. Here's hoping a new beginning, a new place and a new life turns out to be exciting enough to complete the first paragraph as --- dary, Legendary...!!!

Desire vs Acceptance...!!!

Wow, I almost forgot about my blog! Well, its not like I have people waiting eagerly to read my next post, ofcourse with the release of 'Enthiran/Robot', my followers are bound to put my blog aside, else my blog's a bizmo (Someone really needs to cut off my wings, else there's no number on the cloud that I am!).

The past few months of anxiety, eagerness, disappointments, acceptance, etc, has resulted in this blog post, probably a bit on the serious side. I had to get serious at some point of time!

So Desire vs Acceptance:

I have heard this like innumerable times, "if you don't get what you want, accept what you get and probably its for the best!" and this has worked for me with an efficiency of cent percent, when I am a part of the latter.

However, I wonder what would have prompted, the one, to put down this profound statement. Is it a way to soothe oneself when one doesn't get the 'desire', or is it a search of happiness in what one has got. Well if its the first option, the person just sits with dejection, making a sorry state for oneself and everyone around, so that makes me believe, it has to be the second option (I know its not EUREKA!). But everytime, I think of that, it makes me wonder, what would it have been like to have everything one desired.

Actually the answer came to me as if I 'had' to read it. Desire has a synchronization with infatuation, ambition, lust, thirst, etc. In other words, non-physical entities, but entities of utter importance. Its them, which makes one move forward, creates goals and their path, urges one to work towards it and then probably achieve it.
On the other hand, Accept has a sync with acquire, gain, secure, etc, physical ones, which makes one believe that the effort put in has been acknowledged.

However, the harsh reality still retains the emptiness left by the unachievable, which might never get encased by what we have with us, but we can make sure, that we don't create another empty space.

Football Stories..!!!

The World Cup for any sport, does create a buzz and sparks the interest, even if you know very little about the game. At times, even the ignorant, gets all worked up just because they are surrounded by the company, but what puts them into foray are, the moments and their enigmatic (am being very polite..!!! :D) expressions, and what follows is roars of laughter, completely indifferent to the match situation, and eureka, ofcourse.

Scene 1: Ghana vs Germany

Few of us decide to go for public viewing, x,y... (aah what the hell!!!), Eby, Ganesh, Arif, Krutarth and me. We enjoy the match, and the post-match celebration especially. Throughout the match Arif had an expressionless face while the rest of us kept jumping around the exciting moments. We didn't notice this.

Scene 2: Argentina vs Germany 

I was supporting for Argentina, so from the 3rd minute of the match I was like totally down. GB, also vouched for Argentina and Eby for Germany and again Arif, we didn't know. And thats when suddenly Argentina gets a chance for a goal and the referee calls it an offside. I was banging my head on the wall and Eby was shouting all along and just going to drink water. The next moment, there was a projectile water ejection from his mouth, thanks to Arif, who came up with one of the most innocent questions, "What is an offside?"  The other 3 of us were speechless, as we were screaming on the floor, Arif didn't have clue as to what happened. The only part of the match I enjoyed.

"Miss" - understand!!!

So the other day was catching up with an old friend of mine. It is then that one gets to realize, how even a smallest quantity of time could bring about so many changes. I guess a moment's time is enough for a person to change completely and then you feel it serves good to accept the change, as 'change' is inevitable. It also helps one to notice the change in oneself.

Getting to the other side of philosophy (I know it doesnt go with my blog or tone :P ),I was probably talking to her after like 3-4 months and its like am talking to a new person. Ok, not literally, but with regards to happenings around her. We were on the general, quarter-life crisis topic of relationships.

She: Right, havnt you realized I have stopped blogging?
Me: Geez, whats with you people, stopping the blog after getting into relationship.
She: When you get in a relationship, you would get to do more useful stuffs than blogging!

Me: Yeah Right!

Ok, I decipher this as:

She: I have a dedicated personnel to hear my rampant blabbering, so I have decided to spare the world off my blog!

P.S. : 'She' dont kill me now! :D

Spur-of-the-moment..!!??

"I hate them!"

Its a very contradictory notion, considering the name of my blog and what it stands for, but if anything my dislike for the this phrase has only increased. The reason is very logical, as it lasts only for a moment, which has a range of a few seconds to a maximum of an hour or two personally, and I seem to get most of my fruitful work done only within that time, with a few exceptions. Mathematically the ratio gets worse, as this accounts for less than 1% of my entire life time so far and nothing much can be done about it, as it is named so, to give the "moment", its importance.Apparently I seem to have found others who share the same notion. :D

A recent conversation, within a small group of friends (the content is cleansed for the benefit of the readers! ;) :P)

A: Machan, only after coming out, I have realized that we have done very less work. People here have done more.
Me: Well they could have got better guidance.
B: Yeah right! Nice way to put it out like that. We rather start getting serious.
A: Yep, I better stop watching "movies" and start doing work.
Me: Sure man, nice dialog in the 'spur-of-the-moment'. Let me call you tomorrow to check what the hell are you sowing where.
B: Yeah the lethargy does set in quite soon.

And so in the spur-of-the-moment I switch the play button on an IIT video lecture, which has been on buffering since yesterday, as I was supposed to hear it yesterday. Just when I think I have done the right moves, within next 5 minutes I get a video call from a relative and the rest is history! (Ofcourse the call lasted only for 5 minutes, but the moment's gone and lethargy creeps in.)

Reality or is it?

Yet another striker from an one of the usual time-pass items of mine, anime, Naruto Shippuden, in this case. Explaining the scenario of this phrase could be a complication, so I will just put the phrase down, as the relevance with the scene is not required to understand the same.

"In-order to survive, we cling to all we know and understand, labeling them as reality. But knowledge and understanding are ambiguous. That reality could be an illusion. And we end up living in assumptions."

At the Airport..!!!

Airport, always a fascination for the first-timers, but a state-of-art galaxy of boredom for the others, especially when you are out of books. You curse the place for the void of having any book stores and then you curse yourself for being too lazy to buy one (or cocky for postponing the same). After bidding adieus, getting past the nervy immigration checks, a place where the smallest stare(glare/confused look) from the person across the table could leave you sweating even in the Himalayan temperatures, and a case of clarification in your passport could make each and every pulse beat the loudest noise around (a personal experience and hence the description also an exaggeration to certain extent, ahem..!!! :D), and the security checks, the Herculean task of waiting for the flight begins. You start to have second thoughts on the saying "Its better to wait than to be sorry", coz at some point you feel sorry for waiting, especially when you have to travel with Air India as they have a history of being late. Its just gets worse when its well past your dinner time and the fact that you eat less during your travel days, is just uncalled for. Just a scenario for inspiration, and that came from a small infant, or should I say an army of 5 infants.

As the seconds got slower than a snail, I did nothing more than turn my head in a 210 degree rotation for the last 20 mins. It did get on my muscles, in the form of a sprain. I had to stop. It was then that it started, from the infant sitting very close to my chair, a small-shrieking cry. The mom tried picking it up, but it only got louder and louder, and then it never stopped. Laughter is contagious, but with infants, "crying is contagious". I realized the number of babies around, only after those cries. It was as if an small number, sitting geometrically, at specified positions, so that every person in the section could hear them, resonating together. At first which sounded like a cry of despair from the kids, started to seem a thoroughly planned attack to create anxiety and to annoy each and everyone. And then we saw people gathering around the infants, ladies ofcourse, imparting their wisdom at putting them down, only in vain (At some point there was a teenage girl too, felt like she was taking notes, preparing herself..!!! :D :D). Somehow time started flying by, as this turned out to be a spectacle of curiosity for many and an entertainment piece for me, although the sound was driving me crazy. It then occurred to me their true motive was, to annoy, to suffice their boredom. Taking a piece out of that, I tried a hand at that and the result was quite satisfactory and thoroughly helped me pass 10-15 mins of my useless time. 

So there was this female at a cafeteria inside, giving out real rude responses to people at her place buying out stuff. So she became an obvious target, coz annoying a person who is already annoyed is easy, else you need to think of a new plan to annoy a fresh piece. Anyways, a shop inside the airport, called for turning you solid cash to liquid. I was prepared a bit, but when she said the rate, I backed-off.

Me: Excuse me, can I have a snicker?
Shoplady: That would be Rs.80.
Me (thoughts): (Are you kidding me, Rs.80, for Rs.22 chocolate bar. No ways am buying that. So I just stood there without telling anything)
Shoplady: Here you go.
Me: Now staring from the chocolate bar to the lady.
Shoplady: Yes!
Me: Oh sorry, I meant I wanted tea! (Laughter in my mind...!!!)
Shoplady (with a look of eating me alive and sounding thoroughly rude): That would be Rs.30 and why dont you hand me the cash first this time. (To her helper) Make a tea for him.
Me (Fishing in my purse for the money and waiting till the guy had started preparing tea): On second thought, its already pretty hot out here, please cancel my tea. Thanks. Bye!