Drop in @ Dhule...

So its been almost two weeks since I've been here, which gives me plenty of time to acclimatize to this place, which is tiny, tiny, tiny by Mumbai standards...of course, that was to be expected, but I had no idea how absolutely tiny it is..There are around 5-6 roads, having some shops, a residential area which to me seemed absolutely deserted, but then people do have to live somewhere dont they, and...and..and..? and i cant find anything else...there are a couple of engineering colleges, a couple of medical colleges and so on, but i'll be damned if i've seen any students here...

other impressions...the place is hot..and surprisingly sticky...given that i come from mumbai, world leader in sticky heat, its not much of a difference, but for a place this far inland, i was surprised how much i sweated in the first week...i must've lost weight by the gallon rather than by the kilo...and oh yes, i am losing weight..thts what happens when I can't find a single good place to eat and am forced to eat to live, rather than live to eat which as everyone can attest, is one of my most important mottos of life...hopefully, it'll lead me to lose the enormous pot belly which I acquired almost exactly a year back..karma??

No Babes...absolutely none..and i've looked, believe me...and yes, I am a shallow shallow man..

Hard water here...takes some getting used to..and more woe to me, i am forced to take bath in cold water, which is something i absolutely HATE...everyday i have to relive that fateful day in Delhi when I had to take bath in ice-cold water @ 4 degree C, and tell myself that if I can do that, then this should be a piece of cake..which its not, but im surviving...

Hotel is a marvel. I will leave it at that.

Work hasn't started in full flow as yet. Hardly a couple of hours of work everyday, which leaves a lot of time for R&R. My back is getting as much rest as it could've gotten in Mumbai. so i guess the company's taking good care of me. Once work starts its supposed to be a lot of work, so i guess I should savor the rest while I'm getting some...

What a brief brief synopsis..more as and when it comes along..

Tiara Francisco Bloop.

Pissedoffness??

Here I am writing from Dhule...so much to write and so much to blog...but now is not the right time...

So, if Guru was supposed to be Dhirubhai, how absolutely motherfuckin pissedoff must Kokilaben have been when Aishwarya portrayed her, especially in that highly idiotic Barso Re song ????

More Laters...

Un-Sick Haiku

a relief it is.

I am not a sick bastich.

powders smell not skin.

P.S.: can anyone tell me if the proper scheme has been followed, and whether this is, in fact a valid haiku?

Sicko ??

Ok, so this ayurvedic massage guy comes every day nowadays to physiotherapize me the traditional keralite way...and we've moved on to the phase of burning me..i.e. he heats up this cloth-sack full of various powders, dips the sack in oil, puts the oil-dripping sack on a heater and then lays the smackdown on my back....

Sometimes the stuff is really hot and there is a peculiar aroma which comes out that I really enjoy...It only comes out when the thing is really hot, so the weird part is I dunno whether its the smell of the oil+powder or my skin burning...If I'm really enjoying the smell of burning skin, how fucked-up am I ??

WeiRD ?

So I've been searching for a couple of my marksheets since last month, and I've no idea where they are. I'm worried, because I've to submit them on the first day of my job. I've all but given up, and have asked friends to get duplicate copies from the college office, as I'm still on stupid bed rest.

Then, I wake up all of a sudden, in the middle of one night at 4.30 a.m., go and open a bag, remove a folder, open it up and there it is !!!

It freakin freaked me out !!

Anyone else experience something like this ??

Of cricket and pain...

Lots of stuff to write...I have been wanting to write for some time now, but unfortunate circumstances have left me in a rather disadvantageous situation with regard to the writing bit..

For those of you who dont know (and those that come here), I have been in bed with a slipped disc since approximately 0010 hours on 7th May, 2009. Is it a coincidence that it was Baba's birthday? I'm sure he must've cracked a joke somewhere in Vasai which must've led me to break my back. Me and HDD agree that his jokes are harmful for our future, but this much? Damn, the guy's potent...

1) I supposedly picked up the injury when I was playing cricket. It was the remarkable weekend where I played so much cricket that I broke my back, or so I thought at the time, twisted an ankle and my thighs , and probably shoulders, would've paid to be seperated from my brain. Go figure. Although, I just discovered yesterday that I had fallen on the right side of my hip, and i've slipped stuff on the left side. So that explains nothing.

2) Would I do it again? Damn right, I would. Although my love for playing cricket far far outstrips my aptitude for the game, I see no reason to ever not play cricket when it is an option. Facing up to a fast bowler, especially the delivery I will never forget, the one that Mr. Dawande whistled past my nose, where I felt the air wheeze around my head while the delivery literally missed me by a whisker, and that which reminded me why I love this game. Of course, had I been infinitesimally late in moving away or the delivery had been fractionally closer to my head, I might have been typing this from some plastic surgeons bed, having my face reorganized. Lesson to kids: Although very very tempting, do not play on an uneven pitch without a helmet and an abdomen guard. The risk far outweighs the pleasure. It took me three four balls to even get my bearings right again. I was ducking to full tosses before AS told me to concentrate again.

3) Speaking of AS, his was the first ball that I actually saw swing. As in, I understood what I was doing and the ball was doing and got into line. Although it didnt help much as he cleaned me up pretty well.

4) Back to the disc. According to the MRI i got done, I have not one, not two but three seperate slipped discs in my spine. I certainly dont believe in doing things by half now, do I ?

5) The entire thing happened as I was packing for my vacation to Doha. Would you believe it? I just leant forward to pick up some thing, and I swear to God, I felt 3-4 small explosions in the small of my back towards the left side. Now, an interesting point to note is how quickly the brain gets into survival mode. I was frozen stiff, although the pain was excruciating ( 3 slipped discs have a tendency to hurt, just saying) and my brain was all about how to get me into a less hurting position. First, I tried to stretch to my bed. BZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTTTTTTTTT. Wrong move. Then I tried to compress my body into a ball, maybe curl up. WRONGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG.  So basically, all I had to do was somehow maintain the same position, which was sitting on my knees with a hand outstretched, which was very uncomfortable. So, somehow I got my hand back, and fell over as softly as I could, into a position that I would stoically maintain for the next four hours on the floor of my bedroom. And all this, by my estimate, took no more than 10 seconds.

6) Another thing I discovered was how quickly I capitulated. What I mean is that I am normally very much anti-painkillers. I dont take them on the principle that I dont want to take loans my body cant cash. Pain is a means for letting me know what my body can or cant take. Also, it is a means of paying off the debt of pleasure that I acquire, normally while paying cricket. It is usually a debt that I am very very happy to pay off. Now, while I was falling to the floor, I would have given a body part for a pain killer. After I fell, my first thought was this was one of the catches or muscle pulls that I am used to. So, I asked her to get me a Cyclopam, which I discovered in the morning is NOT a painkiller, but at the time I thought it was, and I gratefully ate it. Something I had avoided for more than 6-7 years, and I had it within 2-3 minutes. But there wasn't any relief, because IT WASNT A BLOODY PAINKILLER. Food for thought ?

I've been writing this on and off...coz haven't been able to type it all at one go..so more to come laters !!

P.S.: If you will notice, I had been quite unfair to myself, only allowing scope for one "Good" reaction, with two "Bad" and "Ugly" reactions. So I'm presenting a fourth reaction "Barney". If the reference is lost on you, go watch "How I Met Your Mother". You can thank me later. Ciao.

New Look...

So the blog goes for its first big makeover after more than two years...

Still green-themed, but a darker, more glitzy look....I'd been trying for edgy but couldn't quite get through to that..A reflection of how I feel??

Have a few styles in backup as well..But I'm planning to give this look a fair run..

So here's to a new beginning !