I'm on the other side

Well, I have taken a while to come back on the blogging circuit, excuse me for that…my holiday in the Konkan went off just great, thank you very much. I had a great plan to come back home and start a travel blog ( I even had a name planned: Quo Vadis. Its Latin for “whither goest thou”) but I just don’t have the time to do all that…I gotta scan pics before I can actually do a good job on that…what’s a travel blog without good pictures?
By the way, the title is a referance to Korn's new album, See you on the other side. Anybody care to gift it to me? Nah, just kidding...
Anyways, the portals of hell are back in full swing…luckily, they’re about to get a fresh batch of people out of whose lives they can take the fun out of, so they’ve pretty much forgotten about us for the time being. Which is good, in many ways…
Like I was saying, the portals of hell are getting a whole new lot…this year, center about which my life revolves, is taking in ninety-odd new buggers, each one of whom looks nerdier that the previous one…hopefully, my words will be proved wrong in times to come…if these little bastards don’t put up a good, if not better, I-cube (see glossary) than ours, I swear to God, they will be in for some serious ass-kicking.
Among other things, my life is pretty boring…especially after a lovely holiday in the Western Ghats, things tend to take a very drab exterior. If you ever do go to the Konkan, make sure you try out this drink called kokam (I think blueberry, but don’t bet your life on it) sherbet…made from fresh kokams, this is the best drink to keep the heat away…take my advise, and don’t listen to the Times of India…they’ve probably been paid by the Tropicana guys to advertise their drinks…
Well, till next time, then,
Yours truly,
bhejafry



Was just watching an hour-long interview of Rahul Dravid on CNN-IBN. As far as I have seen him, this was the first time the chap has been so eloquent in front of a camera. Dravid spoke on myriad number of issues, like his debut (he’s been an international cricketer for 10 years), cricket today, cricket tomorrow, his family, the whole nine yards…the funny thing was, Dravid showed a whole different side of him today. He was trying to remove all the various misconceptions about him. He also knew that, say what he might, people are gonna stick to their misguided notions about him. For example, he spoke of his much-praised batting technique. To those not in the know, Dravid has, always, had praises heaped on him for his flawless technique. Dravid’s words on the topic were, “I don’t think I have a great technique”. Some people, who are paid to do what I am doing, have assumed that Dravid watches tapes of his batting after each match, analyzing each and every move that went wrong. The truth is far from it…the man hardly ever watches the tapes, let alone scrutinize them. And funnily, this nation, which dotes on cricket and cricketers, probably had similar ideas of him…funnily, coz we can be so wrong in judging people at times…
Though I don’t think we can punish ourselves for commiting that kind of error…I'm pretty sure that lots of people, myself included, have misjudged other people right next to them…guess misjudging someone we haven’t even met is really quite simple.



Some people I meet around…drive me effing crazy!
Like this bunch of people I met yesterday…it was a birthday treat from this girl I haven’t met, or spoken to, for exactly 4 years, and who suddenly chooses to call me for her birthday treat…and she’s part of a bunch of louts, guys and girls, sporting branded tees and camera phones…and you know what was the crazy part of it all? They acted like it was all from their own earnings…like they worked their butts off to get where they were…though actually they haven’t budged off their dirty backsides all this while…they were sitting in this café, being all cool and smart and stuff, but the only thing they managed to do was to be very very phony (read “The Catcher in the Rye” by J.D.Salinger for more on phonies)…and in the middle of it all, I am asked the most sick question in the history of shallow minds, “So, tell me about XYZ, I hear she’s your girlfriend”…correct me if I'm wrong here, but that question can be easily reframed to something like, “so, you have a girlfriend for kissing, or for sex?” or something equally brazen…what I share with my girl is a deep, meaningful relationship…something which a lot of people haven’t heard about? Or maybe just the people I met, on that fateful day of March, fall into that category…
What I'm hoping for, here, is a way to get around these kind of people. These lunatics, these effing pain-in-the-backsides, who jump out of every nook and cranny, just when I'm least expecting it, and send me on a goddam trip to the place where the only people around are the people I like.
But then, these guys are SO GOOD at providing me with some comic relief…Mr. Fry, you sure you wanna take that away from them? Tell me, Mr. Fry, who will have you in splits of laughter and have you spiting in anger at the same time, if not for these guys?
Tell me, Mr. Fry, I’d really like to know.