To catch the match

I recently visited Banglore as a volunteer for Match Pia, which is creating a USADR (United South Asian Donor Registry) in India to help find match for Cancer patients. But with Social motive came along a lot of fun. We were 4 guys from IITM, me kallu kishor and panda. And the least expected Kishore was the cynosure of all eyes, he really didnt try too much to make us laugh .. but it just happened all the time. Prime features of the trip included stay in a super delux guest house on MG road, and parties late night in finest hotels of Banglore, and there was beer, lot of beer! Parties started the day we checked in, there was tim, aaron, aditi, prank, raghu, doctor, we four and few more! place was charcoal, regalis. on the platter we had them serve veg nonveg starters and some beer....umm no.. a lot of beer as my glass was still full when we left. Kallu got his rum partener aditi and kishore found solace with doctor. I was relishing almost everything from wines to Tim's lines. And we headed back to guesthouse some high on booze others on food. But a strange thing about banglore, One way traffic rules apply even after 12 pm. implication of this revealation as you might have guessed is... we were "caught red handed" breaking the rules. We paid 200, not fine but for his wine, a novel way to escape fine.

The next morning was quite eventful kicking off with Kishore in his half sweater and half pants (his logic works half too) coming to my room looking for Indian style pot, which we unfortunately didnt have, to which Kishore repented and said "Shit man today also ill have to go "there."" No points for guessing where. Panda must have been relishing to have become the sole owner of the toilet which panda and kishore shared other than the bed.

The drive started at Oracle delayed by one and a half hours, courtesy banglore traffic. Though not many people came for registry that day, we were constantly entertained by KK's obvious one-two-or three liners..(we stopped him before he went to fourth). Kishore's larynx is a unique product, fine tuned with a "Sine wave" and he never loses the rythm when he speaks. He ends all his sentences with "know" and i really doubt if he knows everything he claims of ..eg. fagging.. which he claimed he can do but "demonstration" depicted otherwise. Almost all his remarks or comments or statements, lets say his gamut of vocal production comprises of obvious observations. To prove which, he would "discover" which coloured t-shirt you are wearing in a typical KK nasal tone with his head tilted at an angle of 12.5 degrees. From posture to preposterous presumptions our man has it all, enough to drive one mad.

Inside the rooms where we were swap testing people (a process where we used a swap, a long johnson bud structure with cotton at one end to collect saliva) amazing was behaviour of girls. Most of them closed their eyes...we absolutely had no romantic intentions, atleast we didnt show them. In a more general sense, when a donor was asked to open his/her mouth some wud take their tongue out making "aaaaaa"...come on man.. im not here to treat your tonsels, others would close the mouth assuming we wanted to brush their teeth.

All's good that ends good, we made a whooping >1000 registeries in the city to complement our efforts and i hope we get to see more of such lavish social drives.

TRIATHLON06 @ IITM

Saturday, April 01, 2006

my first traiathlon

TRIATHLON06 @ IITM

.....and it all started at 5:40 in the morning with a missed call from aunty, i woke up fuse , got freshen up and rushed to the pool and to our surprise three of us, me aunty and pointy dicovered the most unusual scene wrt IIT standards, all teams had come on time and the coach was shouting at us to change and line up...we had no "flag nos" no pins so were were aww struck for a minute ..but somehow was i was relishing the slight chill of the morning with no butterflies in my belly...yes it was my first triathlon. For those who are unaware of it.. triathlon in IIT consists of .5 km swimming, 7.1 km cycling & 3.3 km running...jogging....for some even walkin depends on ur energy level after the previous two. I got the no. 216 ...was lucky for me... we all lined up in the 6th line ready to roll. coach whistled and we started. aunty then pointy and me trailing last... although i was confident that ill be good at swimmin but things were turned the other way round, i was infact one of the last participants to drain my pants out ...guess was relishing too much the warmth of hot chlorinated water. FINALLY i got out, welcomed by murli, shame, fuse and majaz ..honestly speakin it felt nice to see them ..i got a boost... more by their presence than glucose.. now comes cycling the tyres roll , muscles fatigue, sight perfect, aim still in head.. and i bid adieu to my friends... In the second round i caught up with give up & aunty with his wobbling cycle he was askin me to go faster...i was one lap behind him, i realized later. In my last round i could easily see draac comin for running (he stood fifth) but i had already taken lead from 3-4 cyclists..and i felt good abt it. with all bits of energy exhausted i reached finishing line ..sipped water and fluxed glucose .. and the worst thing happened ..i got cramps , for once thought of giving up but could not or else alak would have been disqualified.. but yeah running alone was as boring as talkin to dumb girl...lol... i wish "someone" ..So i started running against all odds...but the good part was i was slow but i was steady ... i kept my feet thrusting against the road.
Fuse was present everytime i crossed the T junction ...actually i felt like an athlete when i drained my face with glucose water. At that time i wasnt puttin too much of effort and i had to pay for it..i was over taken by harsh...and he kept the lead ....but my mind was preoccupied with aim to complete the race rather than gettin a position. ....and i hit the finishin line coming 16th...it was an achievement to me as well as to our team which bagged 3rd position for the hostel and an experience well to be remembered. TRIATHLON - was undoubtely the ultimate test of stamina ...and the satisfaction of this accomplishment was awesome.

D of D

D of D

Dumbness of Decision is as profound as Weakness of Wisdom.
With great power comes great responsibilility.. no no im no spiderman, but most of us feel like him faced by multiple options at numerous junctures of our lives. I am talking about the dilemma faced when it comes to CHOOSING the best, problem is we dont know whats the best. The choice we make shapes us but this choice can be opinionated at times by peer, parents, pressures. Its not difficult to decide, to stick to your decision is difficult. The roots of this inability lies in the upbringing of an individual, stereotypical of Indian bringing up. A child is born with his/her parents wishing him/her to be successful, guranteed by an engineering medical and newly introduced profession of management. The notion of embracing unconventional careers is still alien to them and so does it become to the new "borns". They invariably land in the arena of JEE's , AIIMS and CAT's thinking themselves of gladiators set to pursue the highest in aforementioned cliched fields. I am not speaking against joining this institutions, i am speaking for the recognition, recognition of the pure interest of the child. Most of the times a child is being laid by his guardians into this madrush as they themselves consider it to be the best overlookin the real interest of child.