world is a small place

It really is..

I had this batch-mate of mine. we studied together for like a year or so in Kolkata. We werent some close pals or anything... just knew him.. played chess with him a few times. Defeated him to gain glory as a chess whiz back in school. And then he left school.. dad got transferred et al..

So few days back i saw this guy in a frnds frndlist, so i sent him a frnd request. And today just as he accepted the frnd request, what i see is that his wall sports a pic, in delhi, in metro walk(where ive spent quite some time... a lot of my 4 yrs at college), of his, with a girl, who happens to be one of my good frnd's ex-girlfrnd. :P

Yeah! its pretty far fetched. But then again... even so i hardly would ever expect it.

STRANGE (:D) and small, of course!

#That frnd of mine, btw, is munching away in glory ;)

For Sachin

Really dunno, why i stopped blogging. The fountain stopped and the water was no more rushing out... like it used to. And now i know why sachin does not write.

Flash back 3 years and i was in Tinsukia, Assam, after a grueling-adventurous-slightly monotonous 54-HOURS long train journey. With little to do other than Maasi's food extravaganza, sleeping and watching prison break, all i did was to Read Sachin's Blog

(http://thesachingarg.com/about_sachin.html), which sadly is not there.. now and write my own.

Man! i was so big a fan of his... his life in dce... his adventures and his love life or the lack of it... his placement problems to frivolous flirtations with life.. i read his blog through and through within 3 days and then may be re-read it twice... thrice. I was in awe of him. And wanted to be him. Wanted his life.

But what really soon dawned on me was that he had stopped blogging.. he was out of college... in to another one... may be writing his book... And i was unable to grasp why he could ever stop.

Ive never read a sunny shady life.. probably never will... i like real stories... like his and his blog (was).

and off lately i see even my blog count has crossed 4000... certainly pretty insignificant...nothing infact. but still i wonder if people see the relics of this nothingness... my college life and if they even feel any hint of what i felt.. the exhilration that excitement... the realization that "they are doing some abhishek"... like i wanted and did "some sachin garg" with my life....

Only makes me wonder...

we all believe that our times were so great and wonderful and unique... and yet we are all part of that same cycle.. which repeats over and over and over again..

The terminal

F*%ed up Spicejet has done a "the terminal" on me!

Boarded a train last night.. reached here early 7(screwed up railway had to drop me on time!). Had a flight in the evening 5.

One message: your flight has been delayed by 3 hours and "we deeply regret the inconvenience!"

and my pain is prolonged by another 3 hours... :(

its been 3 hours and i still have 9 more hours to go... i have luggage.. & i have wait :(

hmmm

positives... i have laptop, FB, Internet, Java Headfirst and money for food and food for thought (what the fudge happened that am so screwed?)

i know this is not the first time am stuck and there are times ahead where i might be in worse situations... So just trying to remain positive. Eat, FB, wait and watch latest episodes of HIMYM and BIG BANG and CALIFORNICATION :)

hoping the ordeal comes to an end sooooonnnn.. amen!

New found love

Amongst all other things what i cherish the most, amongst what Bangalore has bought into my life is GYMing.

Ive always aspired... to be be an idealist. I know ive failed miserably on all counts... and i am not a step headed even in the direction where i want myself to be in, as an idealist (following a set of beliefs that one prescribes to, at-least he thinks he aspires to follow )... and i hate myself for not being even a beginner there.... Yet somewhere down in the heart of my hearts i love ideals... the very spirit of following an ideal, a principle... a belief and the idea to uphold it in one's life, come what may...

So coming back to GYMing, i think this is where ive taken the very baby step towards even starting towards following an ideal. I had never attempted GYMing in my life. Always day dreamed about it once in a while, but never gathered enough courage to actually step into one. And now 15 days since i first stepped in to one, GYM turns out to be a place, something i never imagined.

The bedrock of the very foundation of GYMing is the idea of being true to oneself.

There the only person one is competing with is himself. The very benchmark one wishes to cross is his own, challenging once own limit. Ofcourse, one may be inspired by someone else to be able to develop muscles/stamina like him, but then again, to get there the competition is only with one's own limits.

I feel this very feeling... a feeling of purity... when i try to jog that last 500 metres on the treadmill... or those last 8 counts of dumbell... or the last 5 counts of ab crunches... I feel an ablution, cleansing me a lil... beneath all the many lies that i tell to myself everday... all the lies i "do" to myself everyday...

you ever dressed up?

Have you ever dressed up and waited for someone???

its so coo... i did once :)

i think am gonna remember it for life... like things that you never forget..