museman

Question: What is the worst thing that could happen on a monday morning when you want to rush to the office asap?

Answer: While trying to spread 5 ml of oil on the pan to make dosa, you spill 250 ml on the kitchen floor. :-(

It is a miracle I have survived. I mean, in the last ten days, I have seen movies of the caliber of Shikar, Zinda, Family, Jawani diwani (randomly ordered

Things change at a rapid pace. Six months idhar kaa udhar and you are a completely different person from what you were.

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I have always been thin.  Not too thin but thin alright. Was a good reason for me to stay away from the gym. Didn't want to be the thinnest person in the gym. But then again, I joined a gym circa july'05.

The gym instructor asks me, "What is your expectation out of the GYM? What do you want?"  Never knew that you need to have a mission statement and guiding goals for even as small thing as to go to the gym. I formulated a goal instantaneously and told him that I would like to grow some weight, say maybe grow to be 65kg, get fit and gain some muscle.

He gave me a standard lecture about the rigors to attain fitness, about warm-up exercises, cardio vasculars and so on and so forth.

The initial enthusiasm took care of my attendance for the first five days. It was an awkward situation for me. With Britney Spears "Hit me baby one more time" playing in the background, I was doing the warm up exercises and wondered if I had come for gym or for dance classes. I was as clumsy as is Saurav Ganguly with his batting when he is out of form. Hmm...on second thoughts, let us leave Saurav out, poor man, has already become the new Blonde  of the joke fraternity.  And then I started playing truant. Like scores of others, I gave up in between. I have always been a nocturnal animal. Getting up at six in the morning was not my cup of tea.

Time rolled past. I snuggled cozily in my bed while friends used to go the gym. Once every month or so, I would visit the gym, the instructor would smile, I would do light exercises, as a warm up after so many days of break, before leaving I would tell the instructor that I would come the next day. Only that the next day used to come the next month. Thanks to the reminder of a Rs 100 cut in the pay slip towards the Gym.

Now, into January

We had left the earlier post when I was trying to see the idols from closer quarters. I  inched myself a little closer, all the while looking back just to make sure that I have an exit route available. I was entering the yathra from the temple

Destiny is the strangest thing in the world.  I found myself in Bhubaneswar on the 6th of July thanks to a quirk of fate. While going thru the local newspapers, I got to know that on the 8th of July, Puri will witness the car yaatra.  And I thought, the world was moving at a rapid pace.  From the famous jaganatha ratha yatra to the car yatra, Puri had come a long way.  And visions of vintage cars, passing thru the streets of Puri came alive in my mind. Later on, thanks to a friendly chai wallah, I got to know that the

< ?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> I understand that the first part of this article (scroll down my blog and you will find it) was pretty heavy. In fact, hadn't intended it to be a two part article. But then again, I have something to add. The other side of the story.  Let's start the story in the classical way. 

Once upon a time, a street urchin asked me for two rupees.  "Rendu rupayeelu unte ee Anna. Edainaa tintaanu".  I was in a jolly good mood. I gave him a two rupee coin. I had some errands to run. I ran them (!) and while I was going back, I saw this street urchin again. With gold flake chota in hand. It was MY two rupee which was now a cigarette in the hands of a 13-14 year old boy.  I stopped and stared at him.  And he gave me a kind of smile if I had to convert into a verbal communication, it would mean, "Take lite boss".  An involuntary smile escaped my lips and I walked on to home.

A friend of mine recalled an episode that happened to his friend. Friends friends (FF) experience so to speak. FF had given a twenty rupee note out of generosity, taking pity on the woe begone story of a street side beggar. Five minutes down the line, he saw the beggar with a half-pack of gold flake.  The beggar was smoking spiritedly and didn

Headpiece:Fiction Ahead.

              I was at the airport. For the third time (I