Mentally depressed intellectually repressed week!!!

where is the zombie??? well the zombie a.k.a me was dead walking(well err..its sleep walking the other days... bu these 2 weeks i was awake forcefully) for the past 2 weeks because of the e.x.a.m.s which drained the 2 vada pav, 1 thali,2 samosas and shitty dinner energy daily.

Its not the amount of studies that takes a toll, it s the general scare and void created by it which is energy sipping. And add to this the twenty twenty world cup which was by large the most important thing in my daily schedule....watch toss, india batting, india bowling, final presentation, then indian team going to the loo, then to the hotel and till they go to bed to sleep.... err then i realise that i have a exam the next day.... but wait...i have even more important thing to do now...tish!!tish!!tish!! i slap myself for forgeting this...how can i forget to do this...

yeah.... its time to get to bed and do the most important asana in yoga....nidra asana...lay flat on ur back and close ur eyes.deep breathe inside and out...if possible get a blanket and cover ur face also.

phew after a tiring session of yoga... i get up to read...arghmmm... well before that i read the newspaper...for current events?? naaa.... just to read what mr vajpayee had to say about indian team's victory... imagine i would even read classifieds column if it has a mention of cricket... I read the same stuff which i had seen the day before... but still would read it and get excited and kick my roomie who is sleeping peacefully after night-out-studies session(sin number 39870 accumulated... well if ask me what my 39869 sins were.... it was denying myself sleep for the n number of times after coming to mumbai).

Hmmmm then after all this thoughtful exercises which are not even remotely related to exam preparation... my roomies scare the hell out of me.... they have covered 80 percent of the portion and i am yet to read the subject name...

*SARKAR THEME MUSIC PLAYING IN BACK GROUND AND HEAVY GLARES EXCHANGED BETWEEN SRINATH AND THE PILES OF WORKSHEETS*

well that was a sfx special effects induced to inform the audience that i have become serious..(uhahahaha!!! uhahahaha!! well thts my roomies laughing their heart out...

tish!!tish!!....thats me responding thru violence... people..u need to accept... i can also become serious in life!!)

Now that i have become serious... i wage a losing battle with the subject... and most of the time it gets the better of me. But i don't lose heart... i just tear the pages and throw them in the dustbin... just to show them who is the boss!! YEAH!!! BABY!! I AM THE BOSS!!

exchanging saddam hussain looks with the bits of papers in the dustbin...(but after a while i go to my friend and ask him.."err...dooode whats their in lesson 5.can u lend me the notes"..these were precisely the same notes i had torn few minutes back..)

hmmm well so confident after the heavy weight preparation... i go to the exam hall to give the paper....thinking i can give a better performance given the fact that we have relative grading. But all the people are useless...they waste their time...no body is ready to join my league....the league of the intellectually repressed lot.

Hmm.. exam one...a sense of small rod being inserted with smooth effect..

exam two.... the rod has become a boulder....and no smooth effect.. its shoved right up.. ouch!!!

exam three... outright rrrraaaappppeee!!!bachao...

exam four...lost sensation..... but same intensity being maintained...

exam five...comfortably numb... now its free for all... all side mental rrrraaappee...

exam six seven and eight.... retired hurt!!! need supporter to walk...

Exam nine.....dead... silence observed...procession held...1/6th manager version1.1 released...

i.e the official trimester over...

phew....now i am here writing my stories and in this process dedicating my cgpa to the indian team for which one soul has rested in peace.

noteby: there was no exam nine for us.... i din realise this...by the time i reached exam six seven and eight..i was in nirvana state and any event happening around me was running on the back up power of my brain.....

jai india!!! jai trimester!!!

Come on boys.. time for sports!!!

yeah guys .... now that the 11 was formed... its time to kick some err.... get into action... and play some sports... some one came up with the idea..lets play footbal in the beach *whoa!!! wow!!way to go!! we shal dig it!!* there was sparks flying high.. and every one instantly became beckam, zidane, and ...and..and hmmm yeah ganguly.....skreeeesh(*eeps..did i go over board by mentioning the latter....god bless me..slip of tongue..but does he not play footbal in the crease*) extreme high energy and every one was more than ready to get it started... finally some sporting action.... next day morning i get up with stary eyes jus thinkin that i wil get to move my lazy legs.... and what do i see!!! rains outside... goodness gracious!! and i hope i have dissapointed faces around me in the room... but alas...everyone is sleeping as if there is no tomo.... !@#$!@$@#!$ .. . what the f!@# ... i was the sucker who believed guys are very active and were gonna get up from their bed for some good neat play...
i become nostalgic....
hmmmm ......a small flashback about this sucker's sporting galore.....

its sunday morning... alarm rings at the right time....vision is clear... the focus is right...i have my milk.....some sun screen...sun glasses right up there in its position....shoes put on... there u have... a player.... now taking the bat, the professional cricketer is on his way to the lush green grounds to play the subtle game of ........hmmmm well..argh hmmm....street cricket....*!@#!@#!@ why the f!@# was that build up for?????? u might ask..... but then believe me i played that game as if we were playing in the lords... and apparently that ground was also lords of our area*

tennis ball cricket is amazing game... u got to play it to feel the thrill involved with that game..a group of around 15 people assemble for a light game of soft ball cricket *did i say light.. pardon me.... u must see it to beileve it.. bowlers abusing the batsman with the filthiest words...and fist fights happening for matters as small as....bowler was wearing yellow underwear while bowling... huh.. as if any other reason would bring about peace in the mass *
here is a group which flouts all the possible rules in the lawbooks of cricket...and players using sublime techniques of the game...whoosh check out this video of our ace batsman trying to hit the tennis ball... read the word trying... but the ball got the better of him












well if you think that was a sound technique shown by our batsmen .. then you are yet to see other set of players....we innovate new shots and play cricket as if it was tennis..he he he he....


check out the pavillion...





l to r: jacks guru..the dude with the sungls me..adi..santosh



and this is the trio:







again the banda...praveen..guru... bindaas players....

we break the glasses in the neighbourhood... i broke one with my fine leg glances and that is still a standing testimony....apparently.. that glass was not fixed and i also din pay for the same till the building was brought down.... amen...
imagine... all working guys coming on sundays in shorts... and we gang up to play like kids.... phew.. will never grow up...
long live street cricket.. long live smiling fox cricket club...