The Beginning...!!!

Begone is 2012 and cometh the 2013..!!! Er..!!! Apparently quiet late for such a statement. Well I start this post with the statement, as 2012 turned out to be quite special for me, in many ways, primarily at the personal level. We'll step into each, one at a time and for people who thought they'd be relieved of reading my jabbers, "Hahaha, you've been served, folks!" (Probably not the attitude I should be having for keeping the popularity of my blog!!!)

My last recollection of full fledged running, with immense concentration, was when I was being chased by a dog in my 2nd grade. Little did I know that a visit to my friends house would lead to such startling discoveries. There were three things I got to learn then:

1. When dogs chase you, all you have to do is stop and stare back and DO NOT throw stones! (Unless its a Doberman, but in this case running or throwing stones don't help...!!! )

2. I am bad at running. (Worse actually...!!!)

3. I hate running. 

If you think this is 'the beginning', oh no, it isn't! Wait for it..!!! ;)

Since then I have been adverse to running, as oil is to water, as in I do play sports, but running for no reason didn't make much sense, or rather I didn't want to understand. I tried taking part in the school competitions, however, hmmm, I don't want to embarrass myself with the results on the World Wide Web. (Duh, might be too late for this statement too...!!!) The best part when I came to Europe, I used to see people running all the time (On a snowy December night at 11pm, and the guy would be 60+..!!! Seriously..!!!), and the ridicule that followed (of-course, in my head..!!!) would lead to a laughter riot. Little did I know, that I'd be joining that club too - not the one to ridicule, but who'd be ridiculed (Karma always completes the circle...!!!).

In Europe I got to meet a lot of amazing people, who've inspired me and changed me to who I am now. One of them (the shortest one till date..!!! :-P) Janani Natarajan (Omg, she's gonna keep flying high after reading this..!!!), a close friend, always used to talk a lot about running. (And it was a LOT..!!!) Once a while I'd think, "Really, could this shorty run!?" But ran, she did! (Not like the wind - who am I kidding..!!! :D) For a short person (Ok maami, last time wont use it again HERE..!!! :P), she's quite a strong personality. What inspired me about her though, is her perseverance. Inspite of being an asthma patient, she runs. And that is just the first step. I am sure she laughs at her so called 'disorder' whilst continuing the run to uncountable miles. And that thought, on a perfect sunny evening inspired me to try out my first run, for the sake of running. And so came The Beginning...

Apparently she's taken this as a hobby now (process of inspiring..!!!), she hasn't stopped with just me, there's quite a percentage among the group of Indians, in Tuebingen, and nearby, who run coz of her inspiration! Keep running maami and keep inspiring..!!! (Damn, I have to follow-up with a post so that she stays grounded..!!! :D)

The Awakening, ahem, Really..!!!???

'Awakening' - synonymous with the word inspiration, is basically a stimulus which generates an idea/activity or awakens one which has been dormant for long. One thing I am pretty sure is, am gonna get cursed for such a hyped start, or the title, to this blog post. But as they say, I shall face the wrath!

Disclaimer (Its a new technique to break the usual scenario of putting the disclaimer before the topic!!!) - The characters mentioned here are purely fictional or very pragmatic. So please feel free to imagine as a fantasy, or base it on true events, witnessed and lived by the one and only, yours truly, the author!!!

As I was returning from gym today, I stopped at the laundry room (for some reason I decided to do my laundry today!), to see that a girl - little girl, ironing her clothes. It was kinda cute scene, so I decided to put my clothes in the drier and have a little conversation. It was a normal conversation of what I do, where she studied and blah blah...!!! It lasted for 15 - 20 minutes. And then we parted our ways.

When I reached home, my eyes saw every cloth in my wardrobe completely wrinkled, and the need to iron them 'awakened' within me. I decided to iron only the clothes which I had washed and later come back for more. I was so confident that I would come back! The minute I went to the laundry room to start ironing, I felt something was wrong, 'What the hell I am doing here? This doesn't feel right! I never iron my clothes.' I threw the shirt back into the basket, and for some reason, I came back to my room smiling, reconciling on what had happened, thinking if I had a coffee anytime in between and laughing it out loud. (I hope it cracks your brains, but shouldn't be that difficult, I guess!)

Till next time..!!! Cheers guys..!!! 

P.S. - Oh BTW, did I mention that it was not a little girl..!!!

Food for 'Thought' - 2

Yo people..!!! Ok the 'Yo' is not some-confused-slang which I have learnt, just coz I am living abroad for while now (which again is not blowing my own trumpet, phew!!! ), its just an exclamatory statement! (Like this one).

So, after a pathetic start to this topic (a total useless statement), let me get straight to another irrelevant note, 'yes, I am back, baby!' And there it is, yet again 'nth' time, me returning, trying to keep this space alive. Looks like most of my posts are full of 'this' crap, than the other ones. Nevertheless, moving on..!!!

Just a briefing so far, I have been living my professional life in Linz, Austria, which is quite a beautiful city, with all the landscapes, the lakes, the sunbathing scenes(ahem..!!! ), I mean sunny scenes!(Oh well, too much of information) Visit to find out for yourselves. And most importantly, this stage has made sure that I stay alone by housing me in a comfortable studio apartment and it sucks!

Now we get to the topic, it is about food. Last week, I found myself completely abandoned by the 'Food Luck'. Not once, twice but thrice, I had my food burnt. The worst part, it was the same food, which I burnt thrice, so you could feel the pain I had to bear to eat it. Ok, the option why I didn't throw it is, its just that I hate to throw food, I'd rather wait till it gets completely spoiled and inedible before I decide to throw. I remember eating breads which were cultivating fungi on the half surface (ofcourse I didn't eat the fungi part). And it was not even a complicated one, just simple rice and dal. Well to a major extent its a side effect of the FAD (Facebook Addiction Syndrome). So I thought I had enough of punishment for burning food, but the 'Food Gods' had other plans, this time freaking me out.

 I was casually hogging on the most important meal of the day, Breakfast (Oh yeah, I make sure to have routine meals!). I had two slices of bread, omlette, apple, pear and a few dates fruit. As I was eating I saw a small insect crawl on the plate near the dates, I just removed it and continued to eat. A few minutes later, I saw a small white worm, yes worm, around the same place where the insect was. It was in the larva stage (if I remember my biology), moving around. Now that freaked me out a bit, I started looking in the bread, apples and pear, everything looked fine. The plate was also clean. And then I cut open the dates, voila, I discovered it! The dates fruit providing a very beautiful home for the growth of these insects. And then it struck me, the dates fruit, WHICH I HAVE BEEN EATING FOR A MONTH, providing a nest for these insects! I felt nauseated, for a moment. It was a 250 gms package, I had eaten almost upto 3/4ths of the package. Well whats done is done, its been 2 weeks now, I haven't had anything weird so far, other than my mind playing games with weird crawling sensation throughout my body. I still keep my fingers crossed though, that all those worms (if any), should have dissolved as proteins, and nothing else. Now I have started praying to 'Food Gods' to bring me more 'Food Luck', as in no food with such kind of worms or burnt food, just normal food. Actually it'd be cool if I got some kinda super power through this, become a worm-man or something, but that'd be just disgusting!!! (And I know I have been watching one too many super hero movies).

P.S. - Oh BTW, read at your own risk of getting nauseated. The writer shall not be held responsible for any such kinda feeling setting in...!!!

Many food luck and happy hogging to all. Till next time - signing off..!!!

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