Ankita Weds (And Scares) Kabra!

I wouldn't remember the year, nor the date ... but I guess it was 2003 when this event (Ankita Weds Vardan) happened, right Kabra? Those were the times when most of us people were in or around Bombay, and these were also the times when all of us were pondering over the next steps in our lives ... so may be this was the last time we all got-together for a long time to come (buhoooo!).

That is in hindsight, btw. At that time, we were just not bothered about the times to come. Kabra getting married was just an excuse for us to wear our decent dresses and hunt for free-grub ... and I remember I would carry the 1mp Sony camcorder everywhere I went.

Being a fan of natural poses, I would hardly do the formalities of alerting people ... and this picture was clicked in the same way. I love this picture ... for it bodes well about the times that were to come ... the lafanga Kabra (my fellow Maheshwari roomie) was to enter a new, unknown territory of mindful discipline ... !

I just love this couple!

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After a long time, Sari and me farted on the sidelines of the footer field. Those were the days ...!

If there's one thing I value the most in life, it's my health. If there's one thing that I can devote completely to, it's sports. The last week or so has been the most demanding, most torturous collection of days in recent times - all because of the amount of physical activities I am taking my body through. Life is so good!

I will never understand why people like Bangalore so much ... probably it's those people who are well settled in some North Indian residential society, with a secure IT job, and a weather to kill for. For random products like me, Bangalore was faaaaar from satiating ... it wasn't even close to pleasing. However, there were a few things ... things that helped me sustain/tolerate Bangalore for 3 years (almost).

Merchandizing, in India, is still in the concept stage - and a few bodies who are trying to execute their strategies are getting it all wrong - as it seems to me. I use this post to vent my vehement frustrations on how our sports bodies have stopped thinking much about how to approach the entire merchandising concept.

While the world's been wondering on what women really want in life, I have it all figured out over here! And whom do I have to thank for this ...? A typical, normal, stinking street dog! I think street dogs are amazing ... they live life on their own terms, sleep when they have to, wherever they want to, and roam around like lions on the streets at nights. Plus, the have some weird cute quotient that extracts all those "oohs" and "wowwwws" from the women.

My Current Fav. Number!

(before you read on, listen to this song here ... opens in a new window).

Emraan Hashmi (exactly one day younger to me in life ... 24th March 1979 - 23rd March 1979) seems to get all the wonderful songs of this era - well almost. It's not co-incidental, though ... he literally works for the Bhatt banner, and the Bhatt banner keeps it simple with its films: thriller scripts woven by an erotic thread, and different-plus-good music (original or whatever) ...

Idiots Love Idioms!

Play by Ear

When I first heard this phrase (that was yesterday, when I finally downloaded and watched the movie ... oops ... the brilliant Korean movie, "In Mood For Love" ... recommended vehemently by Parle urf Prateek Mehta), I thought that probably a word was missing. Grammatically, it should have been, "Play by the ear", no? I thought may be the subtitles guy had got it wrong ...

A little bit of etymology research revealed that the phrase was first spoken in the Shakespearean era ... and I would rather not talk about the grammatical ways of those times. So, "Play by ear" it is!

The phrase holds a similar meaning to the phrase, "Cross the bridge when it comes" ... as in, act impromptu as per the situation's demands ...

Neat, methinks! Next time someone asks me about my plans regarding whatever, I would probably be blahing, "Hmmm ... no plans ... I'll play by ear ... " ... and then show-off at length about my love for idioms/figures-of-speech ... :P