V

Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honour to meet you and you may call me V.

  • One of the very best introductions a character could give in a movie.

Thank You

Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go. – T. S. Eliot.

Almost everyone who knows me well knows how obsessed I have become about swimming ever since I started to learn it since last summer. Last summer ended with me being comfortable in water, and being able to drag myself a lap or two. I was satisfied with my progress last year, but did not carry on swimming once the outdoor pool closed. The result, the starting of this swim season, I was exactly at the same level as I ended last year. I could barely drag myself a lap or two. Ten laps would be a workout if I did it right.

There were several problems: I was still scared of deep water and treading in it – result? I was never that comfortable feeling the water. I had a runners knee problem, where my legs tried to imitate a running action in water, hence I could never lift myself or kick from hips – at best I would ferociously kick from my knees, which of course didn’t help as my legs would start dragging. Next, except for free style, I didn’t know any other form or style of swimming. This disappointed me greatly that my swimming skills were almost at nadir when compared with almost anyone who came to swim in the pool. Even 6 and 9 year olds displayed amazing agility, speed and technique in their swim.

But one guy changed all that.

In the course of last one and half months, he pushed me to the limits which I honestly didn’t think my body was capable of. He made me do drills that I couldn’t think I could carry of. One and half months later, thanks to him, I learnt treading water, learnt diving into deep water and feel comfortable about it, improved my technique tremendously, learnt backstroke and breaststroke, and finally, today, I went 101 laps in the pool, and still came out fresh.

Yes. 101.

It may be a small task for experienced swimmers, but for me, it was an achievement; an achievement as important as getting a job or graduating from college. Though I heard it consistently from him, today I truly felt that there were no limits I could take myself in water and swimming; I had to risk going that far to find it out.

It was exhilarating.

Thank you, my friend; for not only being there and pushing me, but in this journey, becoming a good friend as well. I wish you the best of luck as you now leave your school and join college to pursue your undergraduate studies.

Newly Wed Desi Couples In America!

Ever gone to a Wal-Mart, a Target or Costco on a weekend? What do you see? Singles? Families? No. You will see hordes and hordes of newly-wed desi couples looking at every single thing on every single aisle with utmost interest and awe, noting down prices, making a mental calculation “My grocery store sells 1 Heinz Ketchup for 4$ – I can get three for the same price here!”, and then not buying it, because they already have 5 more left of the pack they bought 6 months ago.

And if there is something of interest that they do want to buy for their house, do they?

No.

“BJs is right around the corner – may be we should check there first before buying this here honey! If its cheaper, then we can surely drive back!”

ARRRGH!

Welcome to newly wed desi couple’s life in America.

Right after they marry till the time they have a child, most newly wed desi couples spend endless hours deciding if Rosso corsa red or Fuchsia red carpet would complement their bottle green theme of the living room. It doesn’t matter if the only thing bottle green in the living room is the vase.

“Everything else is a shade of bottle green! You men won’t understand it!”
“I think the vase looks green because of the green stems in it – that’s why its called bottle-green isn’t it?”
“Shut up. Leave this to us women!”

Having decided that either of the colors would complement well, what do they do? They buy both of them, lay out both of them, spend twiddling hours deciding which one complements the theme more, and decide to take one of them because “The other one has a maroon border, which doesn’t match our theme!”

However it doesn’t end there.

“Last week we were at this store, and wow, I just found the burnt siena red I was looking for to match my bottle green theme! So we are going to return our carpet and buy that one”

Another thing the newly wed desi couples immediately master in: returning, buying, and returning stuff. They can do this endlessly, week after week, month after month, without any kind of boredom setting in.

“How about sky diving this Saturday?”
“No man, I and my wife need to visit Ikea to return the lamps we bought last week. We got some new lamps from Bova last week and they look much better, so we might as well return Ikea stuff”
“How about golf later on in evening?”
“Actually there’s a summer sale going on at Kohl’s. She got this new top last week, but that same top is now on sale this week. So we’ll probably go there from Ikea to return those tops and buy the new ones!”
“Lets meet up for dinner then”
“Let us see – we also need to go to Wal-Mart and buy some household stuff. If we make it in time, let us meet!”

However, buying things for the house that they like doesn’t mean they will keep it. After all others must like it too; if not, its going back to the store to be replaced.

“What do you think of this painting?”
“This? (Looking dazed at something)?”
“Yes?!”
“It looks like a collage of rotten eggs of various degree of rottenness”
“Rubbish! It’s a collage of marbles of different shapes and colors – rotten eggs?!”
“Oh! Marbles is it? They look too huge to be marbles – I think they look more like rotten eggs”
“Are you serious? My hubby said the same thing – they look too big for marbles…. But what makes you think they look like eggs?! Disgusting”
(Looking at hubby)
“Honey, what do you think – should we return it and pick up that other one we’d seen with flowers?”

A few days later, sure enough a new painting is up.

“What do you think now?”
“Umm… it’s a little too flowery!”
“What do you mean?!”
“Well, all you have is stems in that vase of yours, but you have flowers all over the painting – is that intentional?”
“They are not stems – they grow!”
“They do?”
“Yes, but how is this painting”
“Look at this flower – its almost the size of Antarctica. I think your rotten eggs looked better!”
“You’re so mean”
(Looking at hubby)
“I was telling you! We should have never returned it! Now we don’t know if it will still be there…”

However its not just shopping bug that affects the newly married couples.  Laundry is another area where even the newly married guys get trained in.

At the laundry:

“Dude, two loads?”
“Yeah man – the whites should be washed separate and the colors separately!”
“And I assume you will dry them also separately?”
“Of course – you don’t want the colors mixing”
“What’s that?”
“That – its called Bounce. You put one tissue in the dryer, and your clothes become “smoother” after drying up – its really awesome”
“Man you are actually going to pay twice for cleaning and drying – I could have bought a 6-pack with it!”
“Karna padtha hain man…”

But there are some advantages too of having a newly married couple nearby – there is always something to eat at their house, whether you are hungry or not.

“Want Halwa? I made it for him and made a lot of it!”
“You havvve to taste the Channa I made yesterday – too good!”
“Why don’t you make him taste that barfi you made – you will have no? You cannot say no – she will get angry”

Or drink…

“Do you want to drink something?”
“Yes how about…”
“…Tea? I knew you would say that – he doesn’t like tea. But you do – lets have tea and Jeera cookies I got from Indian store last week!”
(To myself)  “….a beer”
Hubby (hopefully): “I think he meant a beer” (so that he could grab one too)
“No, he wants Tea… say you want tea, because I want to drink tea!”

Newly weds in America also have everyone and their grandmother to visit on their weekends. So if they are not shopping returning or buying something, they are either inviting people to a boring party they host, or a getting invited to an equally boring party by someone else! (Note – in these parties, they never their friends [thankfully], but their dhoor ke sagevaale who couldn’t make it to their wedding, or some old aunty who was never important to them in bachelor life, but now they must seek their blessings after marriage and types. And usually its those aunty-uncle type parties they get invited to).

But before inviting or going to a party, another round of shopping ensues:

“What should we gift them? What did they gift us?!”
“They didn’t? Oh yeah, we are meeting for the first time – what do you think they will gift us?”
“Lets not take something very expensive”

And a day later….

“We got a gift for them yesterday, but I think its inappropriate; so we are returning it and buying something else!”

And then when you have your parties. Yes, the kind of parties you and your friends have when you do finally meet them on weekends – expect the newly wed couples to always cozy up to each other and sit as close as possible. They have to tell you about how they met, how he occupies three fourths of the bed, and how she feels cold even in 80 degree temperatures, and how they always fight when its raining, and make up once its stops raining, and how he has no sense of taste and keeps on watching TV, and she takes an eternity to dress up. All the while, the other newly wed couples will listen to it with utmost interest and happiness, then take it upon themselves to recite the exact same things the previous couple said, so by the time they come to you, you are already saccharine with the sugar floating around.

This is usually followed by a quizzical look and a question:

“When will you marry – we need another couple to share their stories now!”

Postscript:

I am not married.
I am not in a hurry.

In the news tonite.

So the area I live experienced one of the hottest days recorded in history. A good 99 Farenheit, translated to 37 degree celcius.

Yes, 37 degree celcius. 99 Farenheit.

At 10.00 PM in the night, we had our local news, which spent 20 minutes out of 30 minutes on this:

1 – Heat index in D.C area was more than 10 making 99 “feel” more like 110. There is a cool front approaching which will bring relief to us, but that is another 24 hours away. Tomorrow will be another hot day, and with heat index temperatures are expected to be 115.

People are advised to stay indoors, and venture out only if absolutely necessary. Carry a bottle of water too.

2 – In northwest D.C, a dog breeder let out his dogs for a walk in the sweltering heat because his A.C was not working. One dog died of the heat, one is in ICU, and one has gone missing!

3 – A woman was absolutely aghast that she had to travel in public transportation buses which didnt have ACs working. “It was like twilight hour from hell” she said on her experience. The state transport authority responded to her complaint saying that “Even though AC is functioning, the bus makes frequent stops to pick and drop people. Every time you open the door, hot air comes in and stays. So its not that the AC is not functioning”.

The news reporter, a stat freak, also informed us with trivia such as: There are 1500 buses operated by State transport, out of which only 14 reported broken AC, and those buses have been taken out of service. State transport officials however got only “10” complaints from riders about excessive heat!

4 – A redskins football player complained to the newscast that he lost 3 pounds during practice tonite! “I had full three meals day bro, but I still lost 3” said the sweaty redskins player.

“Its HOT!” the two reporters in the studio finally agreed, and added further –

 Up ahead, two shootings in Northwest D.C, The war on terror, Fidel Castro gone – now what?, and Israel defending – All this, right after the break!

Yes. Weather is a big deal here.

Its about time.

Dear Sourav,

If there is one person whom I believe in more than you in Indian Cricket, it is John. John Wright.

So when I heard this, this and this, I think it is about time, you withdrew your sword and lay it down.
 
You do not need to fight no more.

Your contribution to Indian Cricket has not, and will never go un-noticed.

You are a warrior, but a true warrior knows when a war is over.

You are still fighting a war with no one on the battlefield.

Be the King who accepts defeat pompously rather than the lone soldier fighting for no one.

Yours,

Ardent Fan.

Tagged!

Guns had tagged me on this extra large super size tag. It took me nearly a week to answer them all, but here are my answers!

  What is your Full Name? The Supreme One!

  Are you American or English? I am Inglees 🙂

 What are you listening to right now? My servers buzzing and creating a ruckus.

 What are the last 2 digits of your phone number? 00. Eh? Yes.

 What was the last thing you ate? A fly and a leaf – both in the swimming pool. The frog seemed tasty too, but our lifeguards took them off the menu.

 If you were a crayon what color would you be? Radioactive Red.

 How is the weather right now? Seasoned.

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Busy. Very Busy!

Apologies to one and all for no posts past few weeks days. As if your life was on tenterhooks on my posting hehehe :).

I have been way way too busy these days – @ work and also some modifications to both my other sites. And then Swimming takes a much higher priority than net activities for me, so I have been spending a lot of “quality” time in the pool.

Needless to say, I am not missing blogging much 😀

In the last three weeks itself, I have improved my swimming skills by 500%. And its been a tremendous feeling. There is nothing better in this world than swimming. I wish I could stay in water forever.

Of course it also helps being trained by a great guy who represents the same swim club as Michael Phelps before he headed off to college.

🙂

Adios. Will make a post very soon.

How can the human race survive the next hundred years?

One of the modern day genius and one of my favorite icons, Stephen Hawking, has asked a very important question on Yahoo Answers.

He asks:

How can the human race survive the next hundred years?

In a world that is in chaos politically, socially and environmentally, how can the human race sustain another 100 years?

Brilliant question Dr. Hawking. I have been asking the same questions to myself and my friends – except that I dont share your fame, and thus no one takes me seriously!

I think the only way the human race can survive the next hundred years is (and I write with dead seriousness):

  1. Find a cure for HIV and Bird Flu.
  2. Eradicate Jihad.
  3. Leave earth to other galaxies.
  4. Embrace the JEDI world order 😀

So what do you think? How can the human race survive the next hundred years? Would love to hear your answers!

NEW LOOK!

Yes, I have changed my theme yet again!

I have been paying around themes for a while, and this is a theme I finally developed for techb.org – I then changed a few things and now…. its HERE!

I am going to name this theme techborg and will release it in a few days for wordpress.

Please, let me know how the theme looks – pretty please! :d

PS: The theme is best viewed in 1024×768 mode only! I have given up on 800×600 mode – its time to move ahead.

What you hear is what you get

Yesterday, my friend’s wife overheard her dear husband talking to his friend on the phone:

“….Achcha, have you got any balls? I lost all my balls, so I was thinking of coming over to your place and picking up some of your balls”

Poor wife, she stood stunned in silence, and then burst out in a laugh for a while, over such “men” talk.

She of course missed hearing the first line of the conversation:

“Are we playing Tennis today?….Cool…”