Have you ever felt a chill in your spine when u stand hugging urself tightly at the edge of a cliff and when it pours down heavily. The eyes become heavy with all that rain drops and still u try to keep ur eyes open and admire something u find beautiful across the edge. There was a strong westwind blowing across making the trees whistle, the cold air and ur wet clothes make u shiver, and it wud be more worse if u felt like crying for something that is running in ur mind. u really wudn't but it is one of those moments where ur tears get lost amongst the drops, ur body feels warm admist the cold, a nerve of comfort runs thru ur body making ur hair stand up and this comfort makes u break down even more until u collapse. its one of those moments which i believe one wudn't forget for any reason. i am nostlagic abt places, weather and scenarios. they remind me a lot abt " those " days of pain especially those which turned out to be good in the end. but its a nostalgia, i love to pause those moments, stop everything that i was doin, and look around to see if there is something that can make me happy. a life of an optimist is good to watch and read about for others, being an eternal one, sometimes we need something concrete to get a grip of life and things happenin around. i am drawn into conclusion right from my childhood, i think in more than 1 way and behave defenitely in few ways. sometimes/sometimes not, i think its misfortune if u dont have enough ignorance to not see things the way which can affect us in some way. originating from the same source, i see the coin in more than 2 ways as others wud say crazy. i have'nt learnt bliss from ignorance, neither the conviction to live as one can. the path seems clear sometimes, then blurred, missing sometimes and then back to square one. a kind of turmoil many people wud have gone thru for different reasons. mine was'nt but it was for some strange reason and hence it was unique like many others. a misery compounded by the fact that none other the victim can relate to it leave alone understanding it. And so when all this was happening to me, i was left with nothing much but to relish the moment in my own way. then it all happens, the fog clears and i left a different person only to return again with the same cloud over my head. a cloud that had formed on its own picking up everything in its way with ease as an optimist would like to see the world, call it madness but you wud sure not deny it for the moments u live. it taught me a lot of things which i cud'nt cope up with. but still i fought it the hard way. one upon the other, difficulties kept comin, everythin targeted at my emotions and reactions. juggling fire balls became difficult and i realised it a little later. when i felt the burns. now the burnt fingers handle hot things better than ever before.
Thursday, May 01, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
we are..............
Over the course of time we tend to believe that all our decisions tend to pay us off the way wanted to. we make believe ourselves that we actually got what we wanted. the level of decision and actions that led us there were never questioned. as they say in schools, its the path that matter rather than the end. but our thought process are governed to overlook the path and conclude on basis of end. but when we look deeper, the solidarity behind our conclusions are because of the fact that we are fractals in nature. we interact with enviroment knowingly and unknowingly. both carry variable weightages and significant/insignificant may be. being fractals in nature, we assume the interaction variables to be insignificant in our outcome when they may have actually aided / remained neutral/ opposed the outcome of a particular event. in this measure we again breakdown a composite equation by eliminating the non measurables and considering only those which can be sized up by our human minds. again in this part we shud encounter an unknown method programmed in us that considers the non measurable variables insignificant or sized up for a small part in the entire equation. we repeat this procedure until we arrive at an equation in our mind that again make us believe that we have considered the relevant variables. ( sorry to say this )but at this point we try to consolidate and our psychological make up becomes positive. ( elimination of fear of unknown) at this stage we interact and we see a direct response that triggers to mind to verify the equation. we all act like a equation, we know nothing abt the catalyst, the other variables that add on to us nor the methods of the reaction. all that we know is a small part of ourselves that makes us feel positive psychologically and at that point we give up the equation and praise the glory of an part that was insignificant. again we conclude on this and re assure ourselves to make a similar successful one the next time. we all think trying to account for factors around us that influence us. some go a lil ahead and bring in variables that have their dependents too. the circle expands. the inter variable dependence is complex and extremely vast for any godamn machine too. then we try to move this entire set in time hypothetically or extrapolate a lil from the past ( cant stop laughing abt the way we boast ). this is like solving a equation with n variables that have n outcomes with every instance of time. and then we sometimes say long term planning which is absolute bullshit , nothin but randomness and from the present giving a solid reasoning for our past actions which we are best at. anyways we cant escape the fact that we are mere fractals ( not even ant size economics ) and insignificantly significant that we decide to psychologically appear to ourselves the other way round that keeps us going and biding time. else imagine wat else can our complex minds think abt and do for living thru time till death. we are wat our minds want to and what our souls thirst us . we move in that direction blindfolded but eyes wide open as we claim.( optimism dictionary terms ) then we dilute it in for a entire man kind under a roof called GOD ( a.k.a Hope ) sorry but this is wat it can be. insults welcome .
Saturday, September 01, 2007
Mumbai - part 1
Mumbai bestseller, who crushed my vada-pav?
Inspirations are found in times of adversity, this piece of narration is strictly for people who like to be a part of those circumstances and savor moments. Any instances of people fighting adversity and heroics are end results of unhindered imagination at deep slumber arising out of fatigue. The name arises after profound thoughts “anything and everything sells in this city”. That’s the existence formula for this city, as much as one can see, it accepts everyone who comes here to make a living, any race, any status, any work, its anything and everything that sells here. Such is the city, where the gap between the rich and the poor is too big; any real estate developers reading this would make a marvel structure out of it. This is one city that captures everything from 36 storey penthouses to 10 floor slums, from the cheapest eateries to the costliest ambience, the roadside shops to the international designer showrooms etc. So much is its treasure, that it cannot afford to sleep and at 1A.M, there is a traffic jam. Every instance of entrepreneurship is risk free and does not need a huge capital investment. The best of them being the famed “vada – pav”. The prophecies of this mysterious material can be best described as Indian version of a filling burger that is instant, cheap and offers multiple toppings at a price that robs the beggars of their revenue. Marketing concepts take a toss and brand image is just another piece of filling in a pav. “The great world dream “of eradicating poverty can be accomplished when people in the world are lured into eating a nutritious food that is far more practical than “yet another Indian dream” which happens to be the best seller of the century loved by B school grads all over the world. The recipe is “MOTM”- made on the move with flavor and toppings changing day by day depending upon what the crow and pigeons ate from your terrace. The flavor is therefore unique unlike many of DA-Vinci’s master piece. As an author, you might be licking your lips after an experience of a lifetime in a metro. Few people call it, “you live to die daily”. At those times, you are desperate to sue some mobile operators who urge you to live every moment, when you clearly know “where the **** can u live”. Curiosity arouses in others (not you. Coz your scared) when you pass through the city… I love to call it “the present continuous”, a form of present tense where the action happens while you are speaking about it. The most prominent few amongst them are fast walking, crushing, hanging, vada-paaving, and polishing etc. no matter who you are, you might be forced to indulge in any one of these interesting activities as a part of your fitness regime to keep away those extra fat of your belly or might end up 10 minutes late to the office. Once it so happened that a poor soul had to report to duty for the first time and a branded company came forward to sponsor his apparels. And the poor soul boards the train, “the rest is history”. Advice: wrinkle free clothing might be the wonder solution. No wonder, when my boss said, his appetite for wearing branded apparels and ornaments are fulfilled if he travels in the second deck “ the roof top”- unhindered natural beauty of slums by the side with winds blowing at 70 kmph and you feel like wind-training.( ref: wind biking by Bajaj). You get to experience the best of journey before you reach your office and your fresh amongst all your colleagues who are sapped after a crucial royal rumble encounter (ref: WWE showdown with 30 people entering with a span of 1 minute between each of them.) Conclusion: he is the centre manager whereas people who travel inside are still stuck up and work under him. The city’s transportation is unique and follows physical laws of Archimedes’s displacement (when people get inside through one door, an equal number fall out from the other side), Relative annoyance (tall and short are relative, when short; you dwell in the fragrance of arm-pits, if tall, then mercy of hair oil), and the “Q”( a line that starts from the exit of the railway station and ends inside a bus or vice versa) and my favorite amongst all these is principles of momentum and inertia (any person at a proximity to the train will get sucked into it despite his unwillingness, he will get carried inside by the entering crowd and pushed inside deeper by the inertia of the exit crowd) To give a clearer picture, it resembles transportation of live cargos between places like in a can of worms. The Best busses in the city are a part of fitness regime of Transport Corporation aimed at transporting more thin people than few fat ones adding more revenue to the (3-day) strike force of the city, despite all these, the worms are happily feeding themselves with calories in one hand and music flowing into their ears. No wonder the new range of mp3 phones made it big in the Indian market. Every tom, Dick, and their hairy cousins have this luxury of following music so passionately that they sometimes give you an impression of born in clan with brother fry badams playing to the crowd amidst huge applause. Not to forget the taxi’s, they are also a part of the folklore of every Bollywood hero, taking trips for free and helping pregnant women to give birth to prodigies. At times, they resemble an era of Flintstone where cars didn’t have engines and people pedaled through them. Here it is no aberrations except that they have a astronomical unit called meter which uses extinct conversion scales to exactly translate an amount rupees 30 to rupees 50 which rue all your years of education spent on learning mathematical conversions. The dynamics of the scale went above my head once that I had to budget my taxiing not to exceed rupees 50, on such a word to the taxiwala, there was an abrupt end to the journey leaving me stranded after paying rupees 50. Thankfully, a group of jobless men around the corner picked up a debate upon my condition each one suggesting different routes to reach a nearby station. The irony was that each landmark they suggested was in the same route but at different junctures. The author’s reason for arrival in Mumbai is a matter of serious discussion that will be briefed about in the future editions of the best seller. A normal working day for me generally involves less or no work, some orkutting to improve his networking skills, daily news and Gtalk etc to communicate with his near and dear ones in other cities who are advocating a similar lifestyle. Sometimes the use of desk phone to enquire about plans for the evening is also a part of my daily work life. A simple plan usually was to go to the marine drive and relax after a hectic day. The crashing of waves, honking from the traffic, smooch sounds from the nearby couple, and the persuasion techniques of the hawker were amongst my favorite observations apart from women jogging and dogs chasing. It so happened once that when I was poetically moved and started writing one. It started like ” never before, have I felt loneliness inside me, deep enough like a dew drop in the sea….” My intentions were to replicate history where poetic greats shot to fame writing by the sea. Days are passing by now, I re-ignite the experiences after a long time. Too much happening and too little time to think. There is a big hole in my pocket right now and my wait for the stipend seems to be unending. Baskin & Robbins appeal no longer and my work worse than that. My day of descending is arriving shortly and I could visualize my far and dear ones greeting me and some extinct friends re-igniting memories of brutal fights. Dad, can no longer work more than 24 hours a day and neither his department is willing to pay extra… from where can I get those extra bucks???? Mumbai has a solution for every problem and a problem for every new solution, if I can call it fate exactly. The company paid me allowances sizeable enough to live 2 Mumbai days and ......
to be continued..
Inspirations are found in times of adversity, this piece of narration is strictly for people who like to be a part of those circumstances and savor moments. Any instances of people fighting adversity and heroics are end results of unhindered imagination at deep slumber arising out of fatigue. The name arises after profound thoughts “anything and everything sells in this city”. That’s the existence formula for this city, as much as one can see, it accepts everyone who comes here to make a living, any race, any status, any work, its anything and everything that sells here. Such is the city, where the gap between the rich and the poor is too big; any real estate developers reading this would make a marvel structure out of it. This is one city that captures everything from 36 storey penthouses to 10 floor slums, from the cheapest eateries to the costliest ambience, the roadside shops to the international designer showrooms etc. So much is its treasure, that it cannot afford to sleep and at 1A.M, there is a traffic jam. Every instance of entrepreneurship is risk free and does not need a huge capital investment. The best of them being the famed “vada – pav”. The prophecies of this mysterious material can be best described as Indian version of a filling burger that is instant, cheap and offers multiple toppings at a price that robs the beggars of their revenue. Marketing concepts take a toss and brand image is just another piece of filling in a pav. “The great world dream “of eradicating poverty can be accomplished when people in the world are lured into eating a nutritious food that is far more practical than “yet another Indian dream” which happens to be the best seller of the century loved by B school grads all over the world. The recipe is “MOTM”- made on the move with flavor and toppings changing day by day depending upon what the crow and pigeons ate from your terrace. The flavor is therefore unique unlike many of DA-Vinci’s master piece. As an author, you might be licking your lips after an experience of a lifetime in a metro. Few people call it, “you live to die daily”. At those times, you are desperate to sue some mobile operators who urge you to live every moment, when you clearly know “where the **** can u live”. Curiosity arouses in others (not you. Coz your scared) when you pass through the city… I love to call it “the present continuous”, a form of present tense where the action happens while you are speaking about it. The most prominent few amongst them are fast walking, crushing, hanging, vada-paaving, and polishing etc. no matter who you are, you might be forced to indulge in any one of these interesting activities as a part of your fitness regime to keep away those extra fat of your belly or might end up 10 minutes late to the office. Once it so happened that a poor soul had to report to duty for the first time and a branded company came forward to sponsor his apparels. And the poor soul boards the train, “the rest is history”. Advice: wrinkle free clothing might be the wonder solution. No wonder, when my boss said, his appetite for wearing branded apparels and ornaments are fulfilled if he travels in the second deck “ the roof top”- unhindered natural beauty of slums by the side with winds blowing at 70 kmph and you feel like wind-training.( ref: wind biking by Bajaj). You get to experience the best of journey before you reach your office and your fresh amongst all your colleagues who are sapped after a crucial royal rumble encounter (ref: WWE showdown with 30 people entering with a span of 1 minute between each of them.) Conclusion: he is the centre manager whereas people who travel inside are still stuck up and work under him. The city’s transportation is unique and follows physical laws of Archimedes’s displacement (when people get inside through one door, an equal number fall out from the other side), Relative annoyance (tall and short are relative, when short; you dwell in the fragrance of arm-pits, if tall, then mercy of hair oil), and the “Q”( a line that starts from the exit of the railway station and ends inside a bus or vice versa) and my favorite amongst all these is principles of momentum and inertia (any person at a proximity to the train will get sucked into it despite his unwillingness, he will get carried inside by the entering crowd and pushed inside deeper by the inertia of the exit crowd) To give a clearer picture, it resembles transportation of live cargos between places like in a can of worms. The Best busses in the city are a part of fitness regime of Transport Corporation aimed at transporting more thin people than few fat ones adding more revenue to the (3-day) strike force of the city, despite all these, the worms are happily feeding themselves with calories in one hand and music flowing into their ears. No wonder the new range of mp3 phones made it big in the Indian market. Every tom, Dick, and their hairy cousins have this luxury of following music so passionately that they sometimes give you an impression of born in clan with brother fry badams playing to the crowd amidst huge applause. Not to forget the taxi’s, they are also a part of the folklore of every Bollywood hero, taking trips for free and helping pregnant women to give birth to prodigies. At times, they resemble an era of Flintstone where cars didn’t have engines and people pedaled through them. Here it is no aberrations except that they have a astronomical unit called meter which uses extinct conversion scales to exactly translate an amount rupees 30 to rupees 50 which rue all your years of education spent on learning mathematical conversions. The dynamics of the scale went above my head once that I had to budget my taxiing not to exceed rupees 50, on such a word to the taxiwala, there was an abrupt end to the journey leaving me stranded after paying rupees 50. Thankfully, a group of jobless men around the corner picked up a debate upon my condition each one suggesting different routes to reach a nearby station. The irony was that each landmark they suggested was in the same route but at different junctures. The author’s reason for arrival in Mumbai is a matter of serious discussion that will be briefed about in the future editions of the best seller. A normal working day for me generally involves less or no work, some orkutting to improve his networking skills, daily news and Gtalk etc to communicate with his near and dear ones in other cities who are advocating a similar lifestyle. Sometimes the use of desk phone to enquire about plans for the evening is also a part of my daily work life. A simple plan usually was to go to the marine drive and relax after a hectic day. The crashing of waves, honking from the traffic, smooch sounds from the nearby couple, and the persuasion techniques of the hawker were amongst my favorite observations apart from women jogging and dogs chasing. It so happened once that when I was poetically moved and started writing one. It started like ” never before, have I felt loneliness inside me, deep enough like a dew drop in the sea….” My intentions were to replicate history where poetic greats shot to fame writing by the sea. Days are passing by now, I re-ignite the experiences after a long time. Too much happening and too little time to think. There is a big hole in my pocket right now and my wait for the stipend seems to be unending. Baskin & Robbins appeal no longer and my work worse than that. My day of descending is arriving shortly and I could visualize my far and dear ones greeting me and some extinct friends re-igniting memories of brutal fights. Dad, can no longer work more than 24 hours a day and neither his department is willing to pay extra… from where can I get those extra bucks???? Mumbai has a solution for every problem and a problem for every new solution, if I can call it fate exactly. The company paid me allowances sizeable enough to live 2 Mumbai days and ......
to be continued..
Friday, December 08, 2006
nov 12 th
as i come sailing thru the wind on a chilly night...
i cud hear screams rattling my mind.
dont know what to do,
before the voice thrusts me to answer you,
i cud'nt hide nither cud i pretend,
for i believed martyrs were never meant to live,
words ran across my mind,
and piled up thoughts until i fall.
as i decide to confess and confine,
the emotions in me begin 2 ebb out.
the words were truth and strong,
strong enough to create silence in storm,
neither was an answer or few words,
a thought of those moments,love and love,
i did'nt crib neither did i beg,
for i have decided to accept my fate.
"what u think is love is just a passin phase......"
and now i live to die those words,
for it was never passin nor fake...
i did'nt have a reason to love.....
so will i not have a reason to hate ....
and i shall continue to live this fate..
for i dont have a reason to quit...
so shall i love blindly without any reason....
as though a phase never happened after a dinner
i may be right or wrong,
when the words stopped at 12 in the night
and long after,i write this for you
everytime i see, it pains me to see you being hurt
i am not wrong, i have chosen my fate
i have won and lost the race....!!!
------------------------------------------------------dec8th
i cud hear screams rattling my mind.
dont know what to do,
before the voice thrusts me to answer you,
i cud'nt hide nither cud i pretend,
for i believed martyrs were never meant to live,
words ran across my mind,
and piled up thoughts until i fall.
as i decide to confess and confine,
the emotions in me begin 2 ebb out.
the words were truth and strong,
strong enough to create silence in storm,
neither was an answer or few words,
a thought of those moments,love and love,
i did'nt crib neither did i beg,
for i have decided to accept my fate.
"what u think is love is just a passin phase......"
and now i live to die those words,
for it was never passin nor fake...
i did'nt have a reason to love.....
so will i not have a reason to hate ....
and i shall continue to live this fate..
for i dont have a reason to quit...
so shall i love blindly without any reason....
as though a phase never happened after a dinner
i may be right or wrong,
when the words stopped at 12 in the night
and long after,i write this for you
everytime i see, it pains me to see you being hurt
i am not wrong, i have chosen my fate
i have won and lost the race....!!!
------------------------------------------------------dec8th
Monday, October 16, 2006
oct 14th
today was good...it as saturday .... evening we played football.... i missed two sitters in the first game...then we played full ground.......... 1 dribbler past 3 players and shoot ...the keeper falls wrong side ..but manges to keep it out with his toe.......second shot a header good one but straight at the keeper ....and then finally a goal after a lovely one touch play..........then a chip into the box and i headed it in ............ we won 2-1..!!
the hero comes back .tired.....zapped...and opens the lappy ..........suddenly he calls up the girl...she responds by accepting the offer to go out till end point ....but return before 8 !!! its 7 10 i accept it straight away ........ she comes and asks that she wud ride...k give it..!!! then the journey began............... but i am tired now...gotta sleep ..keep guessing.......... the hero came bak at 8 15 !!!
the hero comes back .tired.....zapped...and opens the lappy ..........suddenly he calls up the girl...she responds by accepting the offer to go out till end point ....but return before 8 !!! its 7 10 i accept it straight away ........ she comes and asks that she wud ride...k give it..!!! then the journey began............... but i am tired now...gotta sleep ..keep guessing.......... the hero came bak at 8 15 !!!
oct 11
the black beauty descends....a suzuki fiero !!! i got a bike in manipal...... bumpy , but venomous !! i love it !!!
Saturday, September 02, 2006
our team - FC lost boyZ
skipper- vikram "zlatan" kiren thangavel: age 22
aerial ball specialist, good positioning skills and deadly co-operation.a good team man and one who gets the matches for us.
" WE HAVE NO SCARE, SO U DARE" ATTITUDE.
plays as a striker- center forward. capability to play as a lone striker and terrific at dead ball situations.good inspirer.
deadly shot- header
fav team- argentina
fav player - any argentinian striker
BALA- we call him " our version of gerrard".age 21
plays as attacking mid-field, central and defensive mid field also. a holder in the midfield and one who goes for long shots. covers a lot of grounds and very agile.ball winner and dead ball player also. adds a lot of variety to the mid-field. we also call him "work horse"or "oxen."his shots are mostly bullets.
fav shot- the drive
fav team- brazil
fav player- gerrard
BINISH BABU- " JOGA BONITA" KEEPS HIM GOING age 22
ask the keepers and they will say how deceptive he can be. deadly finisher and top pace with the ball. the "brasiliano style" of samba dance to finish the goal move. plays more like henry, drifting in the flanks and coming in towards. stamina bundled with keen sense of the game makes him a highly reliable striker. another magnum-57
favorite shot- the outside boot kick
fav team- portugal
fav player- ronaldinho
HEMANTH-" ONE TOUCH PLAY" AND " ATTACKING MID FIELDER/ WINGER"
AGE 21
playmaker , passer , one touch moves and occasional long shots. starts in the middle, but drifts towards the flanks " a winger inspired by CRISTIANO RONALDO". comfortable aerially and good at through passing. a team man and loves challenge--- the combo of binish, myself,bala, vikram in the team was deadly for the opposition to handle. perhaps sometimes made harsh tackles and some unwanted dribbles. but my team loves me....... i play my passion with my best buddies. that's life.!!!!!
fav shot- square finish and volley
fav team-england
fav player-owen and cristiano ronaldo
senthil-age 22, ( cmf /dmf) gerrard/gattuso combo
THE OTHER oxen in the mid field . likes to move up and good at tackling . holder and run thru player who likes to play thru defenses. agile, staminaaaaaaaa, and covers lot of ground. long shot specialist and ball winner. the mid field is incomplete without him.
fav player : gerrard
fav team -england
fav move- run thru and take a shot .
KARTHIK-THE " MASS" AGE 21
DEFENDER CENTRE BACK
inspired by fabio cannavaro. if u can get the ball beyond him.? atleast a single potential injury he can cause. a cool and calm defender. good at keeping strikers at the bay with his own style.
effecient . but good sportsman .....
fav move- back heel tackle
fav team - france
fav player- thierry" the god " henry
"IYER" CASILLAS AGE 21
GOAL KEEPER/ OCCASIONAL MIDDIE
power bomb ...try stoping his shot. the carlos of our team. good goal keeper and good reflexes . weak in grounders , but compromises on some stunning clearances of dead balls.
holder and simple passer. well built , so take him for a challenge if u want.
fav move--- pull back of the ball, toe kick for penalties.
fav team--- real madrid
fav player--- casillas
DIDA- " VINOTH"-- ALSO THE ASHLEY COLE plays side back(defense)
AGE 22
INJURY PRONE CAREER , 3 MAJOR FRACTURES IN 2 YEARS.
the better side backs u wud see in the game.attacking style with his favorite reverse pedalada.
good crosser and excelent tackler and diver.also a acrobatic parttime goal keeper.
call him and he is there for his duty, no matter who it is or how hard they are..he is ready for the game.
fav team- --england
fav move- reverse pedalada
fav player-- rooney
NATRAJ---la joga bonita style--- the cicinho type
age 19
side back/ defense
attacking side back who loves to come front . long throw and good aerially. hard fighter and dribbler. a team man , but injury prone slightly. good in dead balls and rapport with skipper.
good and enthusiastic player looking to atack and find new moves.
fav move-- roundhouse
fav player- ronaldinho
fav team-- brazil....
the squad will be continued in the next part.......
aerial ball specialist, good positioning skills and deadly co-operation.a good team man and one who gets the matches for us.
" WE HAVE NO SCARE, SO U DARE" ATTITUDE.
plays as a striker- center forward. capability to play as a lone striker and terrific at dead ball situations.good inspirer.
deadly shot- header
fav team- argentina
fav player - any argentinian striker
BALA- we call him " our version of gerrard".age 21
plays as attacking mid-field, central and defensive mid field also. a holder in the midfield and one who goes for long shots. covers a lot of grounds and very agile.ball winner and dead ball player also. adds a lot of variety to the mid-field. we also call him "work horse"or "oxen."his shots are mostly bullets.
fav shot- the drive
fav team- brazil
fav player- gerrard
BINISH BABU- " JOGA BONITA" KEEPS HIM GOING age 22
ask the keepers and they will say how deceptive he can be. deadly finisher and top pace with the ball. the "brasiliano style" of samba dance to finish the goal move. plays more like henry, drifting in the flanks and coming in towards. stamina bundled with keen sense of the game makes him a highly reliable striker. another magnum-57
favorite shot- the outside boot kick
fav team- portugal
fav player- ronaldinho
HEMANTH-" ONE TOUCH PLAY" AND " ATTACKING MID FIELDER/ WINGER"
AGE 21
playmaker , passer , one touch moves and occasional long shots. starts in the middle, but drifts towards the flanks " a winger inspired by CRISTIANO RONALDO". comfortable aerially and good at through passing. a team man and loves challenge--- the combo of binish, myself,bala, vikram in the team was deadly for the opposition to handle. perhaps sometimes made harsh tackles and some unwanted dribbles. but my team loves me....... i play my passion with my best buddies. that's life.!!!!!
fav shot- square finish and volley
fav team-england
fav player-owen and cristiano ronaldo
senthil-age 22, ( cmf /dmf) gerrard/gattuso combo
THE OTHER oxen in the mid field . likes to move up and good at tackling . holder and run thru player who likes to play thru defenses. agile, staminaaaaaaaa, and covers lot of ground. long shot specialist and ball winner. the mid field is incomplete without him.
fav player : gerrard
fav team -england
fav move- run thru and take a shot .
KARTHIK-THE " MASS" AGE 21
DEFENDER CENTRE BACK
inspired by fabio cannavaro. if u can get the ball beyond him.? atleast a single potential injury he can cause. a cool and calm defender. good at keeping strikers at the bay with his own style.
effecient . but good sportsman .....
fav move- back heel tackle
fav team - france
fav player- thierry" the god " henry
"IYER" CASILLAS AGE 21
GOAL KEEPER/ OCCASIONAL MIDDIE
power bomb ...try stoping his shot. the carlos of our team. good goal keeper and good reflexes . weak in grounders , but compromises on some stunning clearances of dead balls.
holder and simple passer. well built , so take him for a challenge if u want.
fav move--- pull back of the ball, toe kick for penalties.
fav team--- real madrid
fav player--- casillas
DIDA- " VINOTH"-- ALSO THE ASHLEY COLE plays side back(defense)
AGE 22
INJURY PRONE CAREER , 3 MAJOR FRACTURES IN 2 YEARS.
the better side backs u wud see in the game.attacking style with his favorite reverse pedalada.
good crosser and excelent tackler and diver.also a acrobatic parttime goal keeper.
call him and he is there for his duty, no matter who it is or how hard they are..he is ready for the game.
fav team- --england
fav move- reverse pedalada
fav player-- rooney
NATRAJ---la joga bonita style--- the cicinho type
age 19
side back/ defense
attacking side back who loves to come front . long throw and good aerially. hard fighter and dribbler. a team man , but injury prone slightly. good in dead balls and rapport with skipper.
good and enthusiastic player looking to atack and find new moves.
fav move-- roundhouse
fav player- ronaldinho
fav team-- brazil....
the squad will be continued in the next part.......
from mid field dynamo- senthil
farwell to our winger
so many dayz together v enjoyed playing fut ball....now one among the great united group is leaving away too far but not away from our heartz......he is the head of our team n he inspired everyone to play fut ball,his commitment to the game was great....at last on 13th mng v played a farewell game n after finishing the game our winger hemanth gave us a treat in pazha mudhir cholai.....v miss him a lot ...its almost no hemanth no fut ball
so many dayz together v enjoyed playing fut ball....now one among the great united group is leaving away too far but not away from our heartz......he is the head of our team n he inspired everyone to play fut ball,his commitment to the game was great....at last on 13th mng v played a farewell game n after finishing the game our winger hemanth gave us a treat in pazha mudhir cholai.....v miss him a lot ...its almost no hemanth no fut ball
my brother's message
we are in the middle when players are moving on to lucrative contracts but they will be back coz this league has not been done with and never will be.we as the members will represent the league till we have strength in our legs and hope in our hearts. farewell to my bro.one of our greatest wingers ,certainly among the best.
farewell my friend- a send off message by " prodigous" zlatan vikram kiren thangavel.
FareWell My Friend!!!!
2day....a Lost Boyz FC Player....2mmrow...He Goes to a new League...A Change of Scene...A Change of Environment...New Challenges....New Grounds...New Teamz....and New Team Matez.....A Legendary Winger....Of Cult Status in our League....He Has Often Amazed us wit his array of Skills and Awe'd us wit his Dazzling Dribbling Skillz....!!!He Leaves us Back wit a lot of good memories....The Best Being the Equaliser @ the Vidya Mandir Showdown....And Sadly....He Also Leaves back an hole in our field....Which wasz his own Space in the Field wit No rivals 2 match him!!!....The Right Wing....Cristiano Hemanth as he is Affectionately Called.....Hemanth Kumar.....Leaves us 2mmrow for Manipal.......We Wish u All the Success both On and Off the Field.... FareWell My Friend....Herez All the Members of Lost Boyz FC wishin u a Very Successful Career Ahead!And Who Knows.... We all Mite jus meet again!!! May B as Rivals..... May B as in the Same Team Again...U Will Be Missed da!! Take Kare n Hav Fun...All the Very Best....Frm~Kiren~*Representing the Whole Squad of Lost Boyz FC!*
2day....a Lost Boyz FC Player....2mmrow...He Goes to a new League...A Change of Scene...A Change of Environment...New Challenges....New Grounds...New Teamz....and New Team Matez.....A Legendary Winger....Of Cult Status in our League....He Has Often Amazed us wit his array of Skills and Awe'd us wit his Dazzling Dribbling Skillz....!!!He Leaves us Back wit a lot of good memories....The Best Being the Equaliser @ the Vidya Mandir Showdown....And Sadly....He Also Leaves back an hole in our field....Which wasz his own Space in the Field wit No rivals 2 match him!!!....The Right Wing....Cristiano Hemanth as he is Affectionately Called.....Hemanth Kumar.....Leaves us 2mmrow for Manipal.......We Wish u All the Success both On and Off the Field.... FareWell My Friend....Herez All the Members of Lost Boyz FC wishin u a Very Successful Career Ahead!And Who Knows.... We all Mite jus meet again!!! May B as Rivals..... May B as in the Same Team Again...U Will Be Missed da!! Take Kare n Hav Fun...All the Very Best....Frm~Kiren~*Representing the Whole Squad of Lost Boyz FC!*
match2-group stage
match 2
after the first match .....we had our second qualification immediately in a span of 10 minutes !!!!!this time the stamina nerve pulled up ..most of us were tired !!! initially the game was played more at our half and shots triggered from various angles ....iker stood upto the task and pulled of some brilliant saves ..the special being a direct drive at his face ! the defence gave up and a screamer past our net from the mid gave them the lead !! the flanks were particularly dangerous with their runs into the centre ... i was involved in a tussle ( a 1 on 2 ) and came good with the challenge.!! the same opponent now made a master move .. a marseille roulette getting the crowd behind him ,he tried some passes but our mid field fought well!this time it was only nat who plyd as a solo defender !! a long cross froma goal kick aide by senthil was a floater into the opponents camp and vicky made a good aerial tackle to get that and played a chip onto the waiting bala..the header was good but the keeper was even better .even the recoshires were safely put away !the last few minutes saw some counter moves from our team with the presence of viggy ..his shot just missing the post !! now cometh the man .cometh the moment,,,, a good aerial tackle again by vicky and the ball was laid for bala ..it was a 1 on 1 situation with a bouncing ball and bala made a sensational move to jump and just squeeze it past the keepers hands ..1-1 and the final whistle blew .game over !!1 win and 1 draw in 2 matches played .!! kudos to lostboyz for their excellent committment !! we are now a recognised challenge !!! see ya later
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after the first match .....we had our second qualification immediately in a span of 10 minutes !!!!!this time the stamina nerve pulled up ..most of us were tired !!! initially the game was played more at our half and shots triggered from various angles ....iker stood upto the task and pulled of some brilliant saves ..the special being a direct drive at his face ! the defence gave up and a screamer past our net from the mid gave them the lead !! the flanks were particularly dangerous with their runs into the centre ... i was involved in a tussle ( a 1 on 2 ) and came good with the challenge.!! the same opponent now made a master move .. a marseille roulette getting the crowd behind him ,he tried some passes but our mid field fought well!this time it was only nat who plyd as a solo defender !! a long cross froma goal kick aide by senthil was a floater into the opponents camp and vicky made a good aerial tackle to get that and played a chip onto the waiting bala..the header was good but the keeper was even better .even the recoshires were safely put away !the last few minutes saw some counter moves from our team with the presence of viggy ..his shot just missing the post !! now cometh the man .cometh the moment,,,, a good aerial tackle again by vicky and the ball was laid for bala ..it was a 1 on 1 situation with a bouncing ball and bala made a sensational move to jump and just squeeze it past the keepers hands ..1-1 and the final whistle blew .game over !!1 win and 1 draw in 2 matches played .!! kudos to lostboyz for their excellent committment !! we are now a recognised challenge !!! see ya later
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my last match for FC- lost boyZ-match1 group stage
the moment i realised i have got thru tapmi, i was all ecstatic except for the reason that i wont be able to play soccer for my club FC lost boyZ. 2 days before i left for tapmi , we had a vidya mandir play-offs and we won the group stage by topping our pool with 1 win and 1 draw. we made it to the quarter finals and after that i was transfered , i cud not play. we made one more stage further and then lost. i thought we were just another aspiring club , but destiny made us take another route.
my last match:
victory away from home !!! part 1
the game started with a perfect flavour, it was a tussle btw a tricky style team with a european style team !!!! line ups included debutant senthil ( midfield ) and viggy ( mid/winger )the formation at start was 2 3 1 with vicky leading the pack !!! natraj and meiappan were good at holding fort , bala and senthil covered most of the field .upfront the presence of vicky enabled good control in air balls !!and the opponenets started of well with some exciting youth talent in the wings !!!!
part 2 :
shots fired at our post and iker the iyer kept well to fend off some drives !!! no sooner badluck found us and we gave a lead !! the defence looked well until it cud not handle a 4 on 2 tackle !!! ..the game progressed and we made our presence felt with some good passing until i found the net from the left .. a low ground shot and the equaliser was done .... a little later a peice of combo in the midfield and debutant senthil made his mark with a trade mark grounder !!! in a few mts we won the match though the defence looked more solid this time and passes were cut at the center ..i missed from the same position to make it 3-1 !!! ...........
again a few chances from bala nd senthil .. manuveuring was done by vicky and cmae the final whistle ... we won our first match coming from behind to win it 2-1 !!good team work and stamina game helped us !!!
my last match:
victory away from home !!! part 1
the game started with a perfect flavour, it was a tussle btw a tricky style team with a european style team !!!! line ups included debutant senthil ( midfield ) and viggy ( mid/winger )the formation at start was 2 3 1 with vicky leading the pack !!! natraj and meiappan were good at holding fort , bala and senthil covered most of the field .upfront the presence of vicky enabled good control in air balls !!and the opponenets started of well with some exciting youth talent in the wings !!!!
part 2 :
shots fired at our post and iker the iyer kept well to fend off some drives !!! no sooner badluck found us and we gave a lead !! the defence looked well until it cud not handle a 4 on 2 tackle !!! ..the game progressed and we made our presence felt with some good passing until i found the net from the left .. a low ground shot and the equaliser was done .... a little later a peice of combo in the midfield and debutant senthil made his mark with a trade mark grounder !!! in a few mts we won the match though the defence looked more solid this time and passes were cut at the center ..i missed from the same position to make it 3-1 !!! ...........
again a few chances from bala nd senthil .. manuveuring was done by vicky and cmae the final whistle ... we won our first match coming from behind to win it 2-1 !!good team work and stamina game helped us !!!
Friday, September 01, 2006
" yet another paradox"
there are moments when u can't read the lips,
moments where words would not come out.
times when the horizon disappears,
the rhythmic pulse of ur body stops.
the gods lose hope on you,
the eagles and evils gliding upon a prey.
a prey struck with greivance and grey.
can't imagine what a smile can do ,
even the creator did not really know.
all i feel is deviousness
a vision of unimaginable events.
can't see myself dead;
the soul left to wander on a death bed.
a sense of incompleteness that sets in,
events that question ur birth,
and relationships that gave this unkind death.
an end that man cannot justify;
stand alone and ur made to cry.
how could these moments a minute ago ?;
colourful and happy, green and indigo.
all of a sudden , gloomy and dark,
the wolves seem to howl and bark.
did u ever ponder upon ?;
why on earth love made u a moron?
its all the innocence of a heart,
too fragile to stand a poison dart.
now that u feel all is gone,
a feel that says ur life was never won !!
moments where words would not come out.
times when the horizon disappears,
the rhythmic pulse of ur body stops.
the gods lose hope on you,
the eagles and evils gliding upon a prey.
a prey struck with greivance and grey.
can't imagine what a smile can do ,
even the creator did not really know.
all i feel is deviousness
a vision of unimaginable events.
can't see myself dead;
the soul left to wander on a death bed.
a sense of incompleteness that sets in,
events that question ur birth,
and relationships that gave this unkind death.
an end that man cannot justify;
stand alone and ur made to cry.
how could these moments a minute ago ?;
colourful and happy, green and indigo.
all of a sudden , gloomy and dark,
the wolves seem to howl and bark.
did u ever ponder upon ?;
why on earth love made u a moron?
its all the innocence of a heart,
too fragile to stand a poison dart.
now that u feel all is gone,
a feel that says ur life was never won !!
"24th"-paradox
i start off this poem by saying that " if u want to convey your feelings, let ur intentions speak through actions rather than few words by mouth ". there is nothing best than ur intentions to convey urself, follow them, coz if they are true , the path that it takes is honest and u will express what ur heart intended to rather than what ur mind wanted to....!!!
- anonymously written .
green trees spoke thru leaves,
made me wonder when there was no breeze.
rain drops rolled upon nose,
the umbrella shivered from cold.
bones turned brittle,
cartilages were frozen,
lashes were stiff,
the path seemed forbidden.
the trance in her lips,
scared me to heights.
a look at it,
gave me some sleepless nights.
two little fishes flashed at me,
my heart skips a beat everytime i see.
the very presence of her,
makes me go numb.
somehow i have a fear ,
can love be so dumb?
did she ever speak?
now i that i find myself weak!
there come moments in life,
her stares that peirce like knife.
a sprinter caught in a wrong foot,
and mercilessly tearing him apart.
i listen to those,
which i never intend to.
have i become so dull?
or is it her monsoon that's giving me a lull?
i remain silent with her.
a thought of losing invokes a fear
why do people say " love is blind"?
when i can't see anything but her.
the urge to walk alongside,
and pretend nothing to hide.
the wrath of denial,
the xtc of fusion!
would'nt take me to burial.
there would'nt be anything left to do so !!
- anonymously written .
green trees spoke thru leaves,
made me wonder when there was no breeze.
rain drops rolled upon nose,
the umbrella shivered from cold.
bones turned brittle,
cartilages were frozen,
lashes were stiff,
the path seemed forbidden.
the trance in her lips,
scared me to heights.
a look at it,
gave me some sleepless nights.
two little fishes flashed at me,
my heart skips a beat everytime i see.
the very presence of her,
makes me go numb.
somehow i have a fear ,
can love be so dumb?
did she ever speak?
now i that i find myself weak!
there come moments in life,
her stares that peirce like knife.
a sprinter caught in a wrong foot,
and mercilessly tearing him apart.
i listen to those,
which i never intend to.
have i become so dull?
or is it her monsoon that's giving me a lull?
i remain silent with her.
a thought of losing invokes a fear
why do people say " love is blind"?
when i can't see anything but her.
the urge to walk alongside,
and pretend nothing to hide.
the wrath of denial,
the xtc of fusion!
would'nt take me to burial.
there would'nt be anything left to do so !!
Thursday, August 31, 2006
effects of "economic behavior" on "individual as a decision maker"-this is what i did.
oranges and apples
budget is boring
sitting in the class
i feel like snoring
who the hell needs slopes
all these ache our ear lobes
he considers all facts
and says some are "max"
what about the values "min"
have they committed any sin
he likes to compare
hence we deal in pairs
he explains some weird concepts
the guys flaunt their biceps
some pretend to listen
some try to reflect a booze party within
but, no matter wat u say
and whatever be the day
i am always in the hawaiin bay
when people ask " how much did u pay?"
i replied" its my own way."
budget is boring
sitting in the class
i feel like snoring
who the hell needs slopes
all these ache our ear lobes
he considers all facts
and says some are "max"
what about the values "min"
have they committed any sin
he likes to compare
hence we deal in pairs
he explains some weird concepts
the guys flaunt their biceps
some pretend to listen
some try to reflect a booze party within
but, no matter wat u say
and whatever be the day
i am always in the hawaiin bay
when people ask " how much did u pay?"
i replied" its my own way."
poetic ebb-"ur hand bleeds, what tore ur heart !"
I stumbled upon a early bird,
innonence of the dressed blue,
little did i know,
how far can a worm go,
open and silent ,
i sense a calamity,
vague as it seems,
my heart fails to breathe,
the posture of a "water bearer",
pushes my soul underneath.
every smile of her pounces me,
everytime she cuts a unseen scar.
hey pretty girl,
did u ever recognize?
once and all ,
did i make u realize?
up now,
living besides in the premise,
i think of ways ,
a heart can demise.
all my life,
the face denied to frown,
love and lust now stole the crown.
in and out ,
i could feel the pain.
never have humanity said " ur so insane."
an art of rage was carved on me,
time to question,
am i so sick?
alone in the night,
i feel her besides me,
zeal and purple made a date,
as i remember the fall to a bait.
reckless i was ,
when i embraced her name.
epitome of a ram,
she wud'nt care to see beyond.
then came the rains to bless me with a love key,
looking at the silver lining above,
tears from my eyes suggest a plea.
the twin consoled me ,
"you strive for ur desire ",but
"hope ur heart does'nt pay a fee".
innonence of the dressed blue,
little did i know,
how far can a worm go,
open and silent ,
i sense a calamity,
vague as it seems,
my heart fails to breathe,
the posture of a "water bearer",
pushes my soul underneath.
every smile of her pounces me,
everytime she cuts a unseen scar.
hey pretty girl,
did u ever recognize?
once and all ,
did i make u realize?
up now,
living besides in the premise,
i think of ways ,
a heart can demise.
all my life,
the face denied to frown,
love and lust now stole the crown.
in and out ,
i could feel the pain.
never have humanity said " ur so insane."
an art of rage was carved on me,
time to question,
am i so sick?
alone in the night,
i feel her besides me,
zeal and purple made a date,
as i remember the fall to a bait.
reckless i was ,
when i embraced her name.
epitome of a ram,
she wud'nt care to see beyond.
then came the rains to bless me with a love key,
looking at the silver lining above,
tears from my eyes suggest a plea.
the twin consoled me ,
"you strive for ur desire ",but
"hope ur heart does'nt pay a fee".
poetic ebb......
the world is a mere exagerration,
people fight for non-existent satisfication.
mankind seeks sin and money,
a few see these funny.
he bleeds for accumulation,
falls in deathbed of suffocation.
i am at pains when i see them,
can't figure what they gain,
its a mayhem.
some lose their identity,
most end up in paucity.
the satan stares at their face,
humans don't bother about haste.
have u ever questioned?
whats my worth,if i cud'nt change.
grudge and lust has stolen ur hunger!
people fight for non-existent satisfication.
mankind seeks sin and money,
a few see these funny.
he bleeds for accumulation,
falls in deathbed of suffocation.
i am at pains when i see them,
can't figure what they gain,
its a mayhem.
some lose their identity,
most end up in paucity.
the satan stares at their face,
humans don't bother about haste.
have u ever questioned?
whats my worth,if i cud'nt change.
grudge and lust has stolen ur hunger!
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
the "loomie" tunes of tapmi
ever wondered how "nasty" it could be if u had a loomie* who could play tunes orgasmic to ur ears? not long ago....this is the story of a kid caught among a chaos that he had to come all way long from his bed and request my loomie not to play the song loud.!! every action has a re-"action". so.......................the action continued.but much louder nowadays.so wat do u do ? adapt urself to the situation ??....yes ..!!! nowadays there are no comments on this issue!
my loomies are "nasty,santa,ant,ass**,porn,...blah blah...." these are the anagrams of their names.
every ec"h"o system has different type of organisms and these thrive on energy arising outta music. u wake up to a alarm...thats fine..but u also wake up the entire "t" flank to ur tunes....... they have adapted themselves.
the time has come for me to present their formal addressals- i am not at all proud to present them to you ..but still...
neil-" the jockey dripper"-
he uses a jockey. - fine
he washes them- thats gr8
he dries them on top of my bed- hmm.... not a good location
and he dries them when i am asleep , right on top of my face---- ****all man!!!!!
promit-" the guitarist"--- ask the girls ..how lovely he can play with his fingers....on the guitar. ( u thot something ..i knew that )
sanat- "nasty santa"- epitome of nerds....... when whole world is dying of poverty......this sweet ****** will come and ask u about " financial mathematics".
and finally the author " the human mark". whose patience count increases day by day ...living admist these unethical souls....!!!
i have to leave now..they saw me writing this..thats y !!!!!
my loomies are "nasty,santa,ant,ass**,porn,...blah blah...." these are the anagrams of their names.
every ec"h"o system has different type of organisms and these thrive on energy arising outta music. u wake up to a alarm...thats fine..but u also wake up the entire "t" flank to ur tunes....... they have adapted themselves.
the time has come for me to present their formal addressals- i am not at all proud to present them to you ..but still...
neil-" the jockey dripper"-
he uses a jockey. - fine
he washes them- thats gr8
he dries them on top of my bed- hmm.... not a good location
and he dries them when i am asleep , right on top of my face---- ****all man!!!!!
promit-" the guitarist"--- ask the girls ..how lovely he can play with his fingers....on the guitar. ( u thot something ..i knew that )
sanat- "nasty santa"- epitome of nerds....... when whole world is dying of poverty......this sweet ****** will come and ask u about " financial mathematics".
and finally the author " the human mark". whose patience count increases day by day ...living admist these unethical souls....!!!
i have to leave now..they saw me writing this..thats y !!!!!
my first blog
good things start bad. thats wat happened to me. my first id had to be abandoned cause of some problem . this is just a test blog.the train of thoughts are boarding the station." source-calvin".
hope it reaches u !
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