On the way back from the hill town of Kalimpong, these words are painted on the wall ‘If someone says I’m not afraid to die, he’s either a Gorkha soldier or a liar’
So the lunatic radio jockey had to go and insult Prashant Tamang, thereby effectively insulting the entire hills of Darjeeling, Kalimpong and Sikkim. I would suggest him to apologize quickly but whoever listens to me?
(…who inspired me to write this post)
My life began two decades & eight years back when I had the privilege of sharing my childhood with some wonderful people whom I can still count as my friends. Although its been decades since we last met, we share a nostalgic bond that goes back in time to frilly skirts and birthday parties filled with presents and good times.
My parents had about a dozen neighbours who in turn had at least two kids so we were a huge group of noisy/bratty/sweet/angelic/strange kids of every colour, shape and size. We girls used to stick together, along with our kid brother/sister in tow and head out to play marbles, chasing each other for no apparent reason, show off newly bought stuff – I once threw Jaya’s brand new eraser down the drain because I was so jealous!!! Poor thing cried like anything – I still feel guilty about it even now…
We were more than just neighbours forced to live next door to each other… we were like a part of a huge extended family that celebrated every festival with one another. I especially remember the wonderful Diwali times when we used to go mad bursting crackers and fireworks. The explosions that went off outside our homes made it sound as though a real war was literally going on. Christmas time used to bring in carol singers braving the cold winter night and singing beautiful hymns too.
I remember the sunny winter days where we used to gather around and have a picnic right in the front yard or sit on the long steps that led to a kid called Ubica’s house and eat oranges! Quite a unique name… wonder what it meant… We also used to hold dance shows where we showcased some of our best dancers in the neighbourhood. With me & another girl as the choreographers. I must say I have no idea what made me actually do all that….
We spent so much time of our childhood playing happily with one another that we didnt realize when it was that we grew up and by that time, we were already 16 and shifted base to all parts of the state/country. Its only now, after three whole decades do I realize what a wonderful childhood we had and what beautiful friendships we made during those precious years.
If only I could give my children (as and when, people… read on) some kind of childhood like that, I think I would have had half my job as a parent WELL DONE. To all my friends from those good old days…. thanks for making the first one and half decades of my life memorable.
If I had a chance to go back in time, I wouldnt change even one thing… except perhaps relive it happily all over again. And also not chuck Jaya’s new eraser down the drain 
The Order of Phoenix finally showed up in my local theatre (FINALLY!!!) last friday and since I couldnt watch it that weekend, I decided to take leave from work yesterday and catch the movie cause (who knows?) it might last only till this friday.
So me and my brother got ourself tickets for the 11 am show. And to my surprise, there were only FIVE people in the entire theatre including us! Three runaway school boys were seated downstairs who perhaps were only interested in smoking and there were just the two of us in the balcony!!!
The only thought I had in mind was to tell the theatre people that this is what happens when you release a movie late-late-late and still expect people to come and watch your show and that too, going by the standard rule of audiences coming in (probably) only to watch some chick(s) shaking their stuff in a corny hindi movie.
The theatre people have most probably replied like Mr. Burns – “You know Smithers, ‘I told you so’ has a brother… his name is ‘Shut the hell up!!!” 
World Champions has a nice ring to it. Inaugural world champ sounds even better. So against all odds, India wins the big one!!! So who cares if the champs had to take a back seat during the presentation ceremony in Mumbai and the front seat went to all the politicians? And the poor hockey team turns a shade pale and proceeds on a hunger strike post the reported step motherly treatment?
Although I think its downright shameful of the Modi government to remain indifferent to the Pathan brothers. What the hell! For shame.
The 20-20 world cup was a fantastic run for India. Hope the winning streak continues in spite of all the contrary comments made forth by the harbinger of doom – the one and only Mr. Navjodh Singh Sidhu.
They should win over Pakistan after three confident victories over some of the best teams in the world. Though I hope to hell they dont overdose on over-confidence. What a great match the final’s going to be! Cant wait…
… was a major yawn event stretching all the way past midnight. The remaining Indian Idol contenders and sundry performed in their sunday best except for Anu Mallik who had a silver lining to his jacket that shone and shimmered as much as a hyper active disco ball.
More irritating were the ads that kept popping up in between the finale stretching it like a magical rubber band. After three hours of waiting game, John Abraham finally raised Prashant Tamang’s hand in victory. Finally, being the operative word while we, back home already knew the result as early as 6:30 pm that evening!
I’m glad that Prashant won. Amit Paul is a fantastic singer and deserves the SX-4 too, lucky chap! Sikkim and the rest of West Bengal can finally go back to a normal life after all the frenzied SMSing and overwhelming campaigning for Prashant. I dont know if the winner knows that even in the remotest of all villages, people sold their cows & chicken and donated the money in his support.
Now what we’re all looking forward to is for Prashant Tamang to come to Sikkim and hold one of his concert here. I’m sure that’ll be an event much, much more view-worthy than yesterday’s yawn fest
This is a line from CREC that has always stayed with me:
Friday evenings are the shortest and sweetest things in the world.
TGIF.
Shock laga, laga, laga… shock laga….LAGA!!! And yeah, the Havel switches ad (that kept popping up during the entire match) uses the same line
Also too bad if South Africa lost badly & is out of T20 World Cup. Bottomline is India won and is through to the semis! Go India go! Now all they need is to beat Australia(!) Wont be missing that match either.
Now I am a huge LOST fan currently holding my own record for not missing even one episode this season. I particularly like Desmond Hume and (the late) Ana Lucia over the major characters because they were so intense as well as good looking, in no particular order. I love the way the show springs one surprise after another, ultimately keeping the viewers on their feet. Apparently, the actors themselves dont know whats coming next, is what I read long time back. For me, the creators of LOST were super-genius personified.
Therefore I was unpleasantly reminded that the infallible creators were after all only human post-last night’s episode. One con-couple apparently fight over 8 million dollars worth diamonds and the female (of the species which is supposedly more deadly than the male) poisons the poor dude with a Medusa spider. The guy’s supposed to be paralyzed for 8 hours or so while she can search for the diamonds, which she knows he is hiding from her.
Unfortunately, she also gets bitten by the same spider and is also paralyzed. Apparently the effect of the poison slows down one’s heart rate and its almost impossible for even a doctor to detect the heartbeat of the paralyzed person. The rest of the people proceed to bury them at which time the female’s eyes flash open just when the dirt covers her body – effectively burying them both alive.
LOST or a poorly produced, cheap thriller? I didnt like the episode at all no matter how gruesomely the couple had to die in the script. Hope the next one turns our better than this one.
As a new follower to this great game (albeit only when India wins) I have never seen six 6’s being scored in a single over in my life. The only breaking news I had heard about Yuvraj Singh on tv before was that his dad was on the look out for a suitable bride. And now I see why!
I think India had a fabulous win over England, thanks entirely to our hero of the moment – Yuvraj. Thankfully, India didnt do an ‘India’ in this match as a cynic says Looking forward to today’s match against South Africa which if India loses, then bids goodbye to the Twenty20 World Cup, just like England did yesterday.
Rooting for the men in blue…
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