Yet Another Pair Of Cleats

Today, after a loooong period (almost an era, it seems) of a fortnight, I partied ... and partied my vocal chords out! Of course, it was the Saturday morning football game, and I must have yelled at everyone for every other mistake they made. Like Khot suggest, I should rediscover my yoga times :) Ha ha!

So yesterday, I went around in Matunga searching for my favorite brand of cleats - Nivea - and my favorite model - Nivea Premier. That's the one that's probably made for me ... fits like a glove. Didn't get it though, and had to find solace in this version of some Nivea model ...

My roomie, Naren, liked the color combo, and since he is absolutely lukhkha after having spent money, time, and energy in shitting in GMAT ... he drew out his slr cam, and started clicking photographs of the new couple in the house ...

The pic is so good ... great colors really (kudos, Naren), and the best part is: I scored a blasting goal today with the third touch of the ball in these new shoes. Good omens?! I hope so!

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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