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Heartless ache...

Recent IPL row:
For beginners, this is just a brief story as to what really happened, as in, what we know on paper.

What we know:
BCCI is a central organization for managing cricket and its activities in India. Lalit modi, just another 'moolah-minter' comes up with this idea of introducing IPL. Almost at the same time, also was brewing a similar system in India: ICL. popularity of IPL is more than ICL, reason being the umbrella IPL is under. IPL is 'supported' not 'regulated' by BCCI, a government back up and also it is backed by one of the most successful 'moolah-minters' of the country like the crown of Kingfisher breweries, the king of bollywood, some queens of bollywood and other successful business tycoons of the country. Resulting, IPL is where all the 'maaal' is. Lalit modi rises to become one of the richest guys in India with this format of play and is well praised for uniting the nations and incorporating a new zeal of cricket in a cricket 'pray(l)ing' nation. ICL never rose to success under the darkest dark shadow of the BCCI' umbrella and IPL's success. Well, that's where we get out IPL from, aka Indian Premier League.

Now, the process of functioning is that these tycoons buy their players, with a deadly mix of few martyrs and a bunch of outsiders. Most potent combination wins the highest bid in the auction. The outline has been pre-decided for the number of Indian and foreign players to be playing in the team.  Having a liberty to decide rules and players, makes it more of a didactic game. Seems more barbaric to me that you select the player as well as decide the rules as to who will select who and how many of them should a team have. Well, all the glitz explains the puppet mockery of the players. Home is where moolah is, is the new mantra for the players. Why dont' we see players like sachin tendulkar and Ganguly play for ICL instead. The format is flawed, basically designed to reap the benefits, both to the tycoons and their smaller representations, our nations population. It is almost like putting up a show for entertainment, the glory, passion and love for the game is all on the back burner for IPL.

So, that's the process how IPL functions.

Recent developments:
One kasab, enters with a bunch of jihadi losers in a boat through the waters of Indian coast on the west and creates a havoc on the business capital Mumbai. Which as usual remains true to its name ' Mum' on the entire scenario. Trials continue, and we all know they never end, the guy/accused/convict will die, but the case against him will last forever.

So, these recent developments create quite a stir in the nation, negative sentiments develop and hatred against the neighbors is a mutual anonymous feeling.

It's the time of the year when IPL season is about to begin. Usually, companies have a 4 quarter profit/loss balance sheet. For the tycoons investing in IPL, each season equals 4 quarters worth of profits. Let's face it, its almost always profits. KKR (Kolkata night riders) lost miserably the previous season. Miserable is just an understatement. Even after losing the season, it's profits for season 2009 are ranked third overall, with a whopping 25.8 Crores Indian Rupees. My interest below these calculations and figures lies in the fact that the game called cricket is more of a company franchisee than being a national representative.

A poll on cricinfo.com asked its website visitors to select an option according to them that "Who is responsible for the blackouts of pakistanis at IPL?", of the options, 1.) IPL-they should have stepped in, 2.) The franchises-who acted politically, 3.) The players-who should have read the signals, 4.) No, it was a purely business decision. Any guesses which was the most selected option??...

"No, it was a purely business decision"!!..

What has happened?
What happened is that, after the terrorist attack on the TAJ at mumbai, we have had negative sentiments against the Pakistanis. Well, I being a patriotic indian, respect the feeling and agree that the feelings are indeed bitter and hurtful. But, I have a rational approach to it. Seriously, lets think of it the way it is supposed to be.

Does a terrorist represent an entire nation? Does Kasab represent pakistan, of course one may argue that Pakistan is a terrorist country, labeled so by the world. Does it change the citizenship status for the people living in that nation. Does it change form being a Pakistani to "jihadi" or "aatnakwadi"?

No it does not!

My argument lies in the fact that why should rest of the country suffer from the wrong doings of one person. Technically, that is not even proved that Kasab is a Pakistani citizen. Even if he IS, how does it change our behavior towards the ones who are not!

Pakistani players were not bid for in the recent auction for IPL players by any of the teams in India. Reason: Security concern. Really? No, its about the funds and finances and expenses that would go behind providing security to the Paki players in India. From whom? you may ask! From fellow angry Indians, waiting to have their share of flesh cut!

Why were the paki players invited in the country for the bid anyway then? Why were they made to face the humiliation and anguish? Why was this sentiment triggered in them? Was it even necessary? Wasn't there an intermediate solution feasible?

I believe the answer will always be a big huge NO with a flashing neon exclamation mark next to it! That is if your perspective is making moolah.

Which is what the game is turning out to be!

I agree, it is necessary, but more important and of essence in this form of game is to respect the sentiments of the people who you represent and who support you. Above all, when there is a monopolized back up of a single country, in this case India, then its a responsibility that every one is treated equally. Irrespective of his her country backgrounds.

Why should a decision be made for any Pakistani player, based on his country' misfortunes, why not his skill set be looked at. I am not asking to ignore the fact that a lot of injustice has been done with us as a country and entity, but why should it reflect back as a negative sentiment against some one who is not even closely responsible for it? Punish the wrong doers, don't punish the ones who haven't done anything wrong and give them reasons to take an against stand!

Pakistan is a cricket loving nation, in today's world, all of us know each other's nuclear capabilities! Its all under the big red button which no one will hesitate to press on, once the panic is triggered.
According to me, our aim, India's and every other country's aim should be to attenuate the tensions rather than aggravating them to any extent.

India had 2 options to take a stand in such a situation. Yes India! I know IPL is not backed by the government but, it is a part of Indian legacy now. Further, being under the umbrella shed of BCCI, which is directly under the central governance, makes the IPL indirectly under the union governance. In this situation, to promote peace and ease tension between the borders, government should have intervened, although P.Chidambaram DID intervene, a stronger and bolder step was necessary.

Atleast for maintaining the peace and a positive gesture, for the sake of goodwill, IPL should have looked beyond their bank balances and looked into taking in the skilled Paki players.

Yes, there is an argument on the players bringing in the religion with them to the game, but thats al together another story and not really attached to this scenario at all.

Atleast for a "sefl-proclaimed" "Secular" country, these reasons are not justified not to bid for Pakistani players in the IPL.

Its time to look over the horizon of balance sheets and a major introspection is necessary in having a foresight to a peaceful future. It's high time we start being mature!

Through the thoughts of an average indian girl post marriage...

    
      ·         Here is a girl, who is as much educated as you are;

·         Who is earning almost as much as you do;

·         One, who has dreams and aspirations just as you have because she is as human as you are; 

·         One, who has never entered the kitchen in her life just like you or your Sister haven't, as she was busy in studies and competing in a system that gives no special concession to girls for their culinary achievements;

·         One, who has lived and loved her parents; brothers; sisters, almost as much as you do for 20-25 years of her life;

·         One, who has bravely agreed to leave behind all that, her home, people who love her, to adopt your home, your family, your ways and even your family name;

·         One, who is somehow expected to be a master-chef from day #1, while you sleep oblivious to her predicament in her new circumstances, environment and that kitchen;

·         One, who is expected to make the tea, first thing in the morning and cook food at the end of the day, even if she is as tired as you are, maybe more, and yet never ever expected to complain to be a servant, a cook, a mother, a wife, even if she doesn't want to;

·         And is learning just like you are as to what you want from her; and is clumsy and sloppy at times and knows that you won't like it if she is too demanding, or if she learns faster than you;

·         One, who has her own set of friends, and that includes boys and even men at her workplace too, those, who she knows from school days and yet is willing to put all that on the back-burners to avoid your irrational jealousy, unnecessary competition and your inherent insecurities;

·         Yes, she can drink and dance just as well as you can, but won't, simply

·         Because you won't like it, even though you say otherwise

·         One, who can be late from work once in a while when deadlines, just like yours, are to be met;

·         One, who is doing her level best and wants to make this most important, relationship in her entire life a grand success, if you just help her some and trust her;

·         One, who just wants one thing from you, as you are the only one she knows in your entire house - your unstinted support, your sensitivities and most importantly - your understanding, or love, if you may call it.

You may ask who she is. Well, as i said, she is just another girl from your neighborhood back in India, just another girl who needs some respect, love and care, and above all, understanding.

Not many guys understand this..It’s time we see through the gender barrier and respect them!..This is my salute to them..

Relationships: Chapter: Friendship etc...

There are so many different relationships that exist, well, I would not use the word "exist" here. Let's say, that these emotional bonds are there, valid, lively and vibrant, all around us. I often claim to have seen a lot of relationships. I mean literally, I have been around places, seen people, so many types of people, I am not talking racial differences here, its the mental make up that interests me. Friends, relatives, girl-friends/boy-friends, acquaintances, contacts etc.

Now, all these are binded with each other, lets put it this way, the way I visualize it all is that the words i just mentioned,different types of relationship, are the joining forces working as rejoinders between to human beings, based on its strength, I see them as threads, strings, ropes and difficult ones as chains, while less stronger and smoother relationships, the ones that I prefer, as silk ropes. I hope you follow me here. A bit philosophical eh.. Ok, so these relationships, as I said, I have seen many of em. Why? you may ask, mainly because all of us have had one of each, probably more of those listed, but not less, atleast once in our lives. Every one has a set of definitions to define their, or lets say, His/Her relationship with the other. For the record, I have had MANY. No, seriosuly, MANY!!

This blog is MY personal take on relationships according to me and the ones I have been in. Before I begin, I would like this thing to be made very clear that it is a perspective that I approach this with, it is my perspective, they way I believe the relationships should be and the way I actually see it. I agree that you may have your own take on it. Well, thats why we are unique! ;) I would have a take on Friendship, Girl/boy friends relationships, Relatives and acquaintances.

To begin with,

Friends and Friendship:

First and foremost thing that comes to my mind when i hear the word friend? Feelings.  A person attached to another by feelings, not necessary mutually, is a friend. A friend is the one with whom you share your heart out. According to me, friends are a lot more than your average boy friends/girl friends. There are limitations, compromises, sacrifices, but in friendship? None of these apply. My golden rule, words like Sorry, Thank You and Bye; never exist in a friendship. I rather replace their use with, "arey, jaane bhi de", "koi nai, its ok yaar", and "phir milenge, pakka, goli mat dena ;)"

Friendship to me is being close to someone, so much so that you don't really have to talk to them to know how they are feeling, or what's going through their mind, you kindda read thoughts, friendship to me is NOT keeping an account of things done for one another, or repaying back the good deeds with a good deed. That is more of a give and take realtionship, thats not friendship. To me, for a person who I can go to any level to get things going, be there in sorrows, and not expect a thing back in return, is a true friend. Seriously, if u expecting back anything in return then you are better of doing a barter! A true friend to me is some one who, not necessarily stands by you with tides of time, but is always there to share your emotions, to respect you and love you for what you are.

Just a thought across my mind, Did we forget in the process of growing up that who were our first ever friends in life. Any one of you reading this right now, I want you to do this small little exercise, think of the first friend you ever made in your life, yes, go back to that nursery school or a kindergarten, and think of that guy who you introduced to your mum/dad that. "mum, he/shes my friend". Do you remember what made you make him/her your friend? To me, I really did not think of anything, probably his/her nice toys attracted me, probably his clothes did, or maybe his/her sharing stuff with me did make me like him/her and make them my friend. It was really that simple back then. And believe me, those friends are THE most cherished friends of our life, the ones who we did not even think once before making them our friends!!! Ok, now come back to present, think of making a new friend. Think of sitting in a Computer lab, and a guy is sitting next to you on the computer, think of how difficult it is to make him your friend? can you approach him with same lucidity as you to when you were in KG? Do you still have that "unselfish" immature innocence in you, can you trust some one just like that?? WHY???? Arent' we the same person we were when we were younger? Why do we think so much? Friends were a matter of instinct back then, why is it a matter of thought now?? Why is the relationship not so pure and simple anymore? Why do we have a passive approach to such blessed relationships. Why dont we have that special bond with our present friends as we have with our age old KG friends? Have we really grown up to be anti social?

The thing is, we tend to think now. Of course we thought even then, but the way we think and its direction, is different now. We think a lot before doing anything! Ever let your self flow like a river, wild and clean, unobstructed, without a thought and a free mind, when you talk to a person close to you? Ever felt that calm and relaxing feel when you talk to him/her about whats going on with life? Ever have that transparency with a person with whom you can talk about anything under the sky? The person on your mind when you were reading this post, IS you friend. That, my friends, is friendship means to me. Simple, plain, no hassles, obstructions or restraint!

Ending on the note quoted directly from a good source, the true meaning of friendship the way it should be according to me: "A person who is attached to another by feelings of affection"

-Jrx, 23rd Jan'10

Memory lanes...part 2

Most bizarre incidents of my life..so far...chronologically arranged...grade wise

1. Multiple Fractured my left leg, in a weird bicycle accident, 6 months bed rest... (6th grade)
2. Proposed a girl in 8th grade and got thru... (7th grade) 
3. Beat up a guy for misbehaving with my bro, then get beaten up by his folks... (8th grade)
4. Mess up studies real bad, getting 36% overall, lowest ever... (9th grade)
5. Fleeing pre-board examination scene (History exam specifically) and not turn up with the truth until results... (10th grade)
6. Getting caught by the folks in PTA whose daughter I had an affair (long kept secret) with... (12th grade)
7. Had my first drag on Marlboro Reds... (1st yr. bachelors')
8. 60 cigs a day... (2nd yr. bachelor's)
9. Make out in second class sleeper compartment, with a girl who had a breakup 6 hours back, that too travelling on wait list... (3rd yr. bachelor's)
10. Bumping into my ex at JFK on her first marriage anniversary... (1st yr. Grad.)

Memory lanes...part 1

Memory lanes....this is an effort to jot down most memorable events in my life dating from oldest to latest.....the ones that I can still correlate with the present day in some way or the other.

Part 1: always close to heart!

Time and tide stops for none......really....time does fly!!....Its been almost 24 years, 3 months and some 12 days I have been living and breathing....I hardly remember the first few years of my life.

Most primitive memory I can trace back to is of me going to nursery school. I still vividly remember the red checkered shirt, red shorts as well...I know, it sounds soo lame but well, we were not fashion conscious then....the first day of my nursery school, mummy had come to drop me..I had walked all the way to school. I usually walked to school then, it wasn't that far, I hardly knew what 'Far' and 'Near' meant back then. ever thought about it??...Interesting right...Anyway, i remember me holding on to mummy's forefinger and clinging along all the way with a bottle around my neck, a handkerchief pinned with my id on my shirt pocket and a small teeny weeny bag...All i cared was to see the people go as I kept walking to the school...and that was the phase of "Why's?"....An age that comes in every childs' life, that we add WHY to everything and Anything that we see or hear...I saw this happen with my bro as well...my younger bro...and i used to recall then...was I so annoying as well...Yes I must have been...Well, so mummy left me at the school gates and that was the first time I left the grasp of her finger and walked in...I turned back instantly to see where was I going and where was she coming along or not? We repeat this same phenomena even today in every decision we make, almost always unconsciously...ever thought about that!!...So, there I was, turned back and stopped in my steps...I saw her waving at me, and by then I had atleast understood that what did that action mean...it meant i was going away...and she was too.....tears poured out and i stood there crying, rubbing of my tears with my shirt sleeves...who knew what the hanky was for...it was just ornamental then.....she stopped waving....came back to me....gave a warm cuddle and a tear trickled along.....twas time for the teacher to intervene...she came, and carried me away in her arms. People say, the kid cries only on the first day, well I cried for atleast a month, everyday! That is the first ever memory of my life that I remember. For me, that is the first day of my life.

Looking at where I stand now, its been almost 24 years, of which I have spent almost 8 years living away from mummy and papa. That leaves me with 16 years. Of these 16 years, my last memory traces back to 6 years and after....I lose 6 more years there, that leaves me with only 10 years of my life with my parents!

They would soon retire, and I bet the scene of my first day at nursery still repeats everytime I leave home for anywhere I go, they would always stay close to my heart!

Apology

Things were rosy and the sun was bright,
That morning I woke up with a clear foresight,
Day moved on smooth as a merrily sailing kite,
I had wished to be ur shinning knight,
Who knew small things can often end up in spite,

I truly appreciate your candor,
although the remark was a little slander,
ur charm made the effect meander,

I vow today not to make such a mistake again,
I commit today not to make u cry again,
I pledge today not to erase that smile of yours again,

I dont take much time writing a poem,
but when its an apologetic piece, in that, I don't have a good name,

I hope you do forgive me and my innocent mistake,
lets celebrate it someday by cutting a cake,

I know u love tiramisu,
and now stop being be so blue,
I have given u enough of a clue,
If u still dont get it, then let me just tell it to u,
I love cakes and I know u do too,
Lets go and gain a pound or two,
afterall it doesnt matter when its with you!

Love:

So unknown, so wild,
So blurry, So mild,
Never so sure whether surreal or vile.

Tender it grows,
slender it shows,
whenever it's strong,
the lid just blows.

The bud may blossom,
the bud may flounder,
but the memories alwyays,
remain of the finder.

--Jigar.R.Rajpura

The Mystery Girl

Purity is what defines her,
Yes, angelic she is and that is not a blur,
to underestimate her intellect would be such a slur,
is very fond of teddies and fur,
not some one who would easily deter,
close to me and very dear,
Losing her is a living fear,

I met a girl bathed in dew,
it certainly was long overdue,
slowly but firmly the relationship grew,
we have been together like a glue,
Eyes with a tinge of brown hue,
Talks endlessly without a clue,
pretty she is, that i knew,
she often loves to hear that too,
cheers me up when i am blue,
when shes angry, I get a flu,
loves houses with a view,
Lucky to find a girl so true,
You know who am i talking about. Don't you?
I met a girl bathed in dew...

--Jigar.R.Rajpura

MoonLit Night!

I wasnt going to write anything today, has been a bad rough, tough and ruthless day today! I walked today! The reason I am emphasizing that is coz i walked 15 miles. To some of you, not a big deal, for a guy like me who loves to laze(rem' new words...!) around. Am not the walking types. Well, the research I am doing involves me going in search of these senior care centers. The moment i see one, it seems as if I found a treasure! Well, the search and story behind me looking for these centers is another story! So, here it goes, its a tiring day, ended with a meeting with my mentor, Resting on my bed in my room is my defination of treasure! My bed's placed in such a way that when i sleep and rest my head on my pillow, my eyes can gaze directly out of the window, high above. I stay near to JFK and LGA. I mean I am somewhere in the middle of these two major airports of NYC. How do I know I am in the middle of two? I pay equal $s if I take a cab either way. So, am in the center of two. Well, my point is the view outside the window. It was probably the first time when I came to NYC that i saw more than 1 airplane in air at the same time close to each other. It was in my later days here that my sight was re-inforced with a max 7 flights at a time. Well, back home in India, my home is a three storeyed home, with a hugee terrace. Its my fav past time to sleep in the terrace when I am at home. The height prevents the mosquitoes and Gujarat summer isnt felt much at that height with a cool breeze flowing by....Baroda(my native city) is one of those cities aspiring to be Mumbai(Mumbai is aspiring to be Shanghai), we are still aspiring to be mumbai. The thing is that an aspiring city like mine, is still pollution free, i would say so coz i can clearly see stars up in the sky when i sleep at the terrace, whereas in Mumbai its an impossible sight, you got to be lucky enuf to see a constellation in Mumbai. Clear skies is an equivalent breaking news as is a solar/lunar eclipse in such mega cities.

The nights are cool, starry, moonlit,breezy,fresh and rejuvinating. I am talking about Baroda, not Mumbai! Well, nothing personally against mumbai, but couldnt help comparing. So, getting back to where we began from, the place where i am writing this from....NYC. I made sure that when i sleep, i see stars here too, just like in Baroda. My house(not home) here is a kind of a Duplex, needless to say, i stay at the top floor. Well, my purpose of star gazing is solved surely, its just that the stars here in NYC flicker! They flicker a LOT, and sometimes make noises! Not much but kindda VRoooooooming and ZZZZOooming noises, the ones that airplanes make. But, its Okay. I am living in a city, people die to visit! So what if i lost my stars to airplanes! :)

So, what motivated my tiring soul to write this piece today?? "Guzarish"....a creation of A.R.Rahman, a ha-lf moonlit night, some regular ambulances tooin toooing and fire brigades running back to touch base, made me feel a lot better. The busy people and busy lives of this city make me realise, I am not the only one who had a tiring day, people are Still busy!!

This blog goes out to all those people waiting to get to thier beds, switch on their AC's, jump in the blankies, and snuggly fit in the mattresses and slumber to sleep with all the alarms broken and no one to wake them up until they want to!

A message to the reader,'' Don't stop that yawn, let it in, and go to sleeeep....ZZZZzzz.....''.

Adios,

JRx

At the touch of a Flower....

One Of my creations, on a dry dull day, I sat down with my box of Crayola crayons, thought of an image, its a painful thing to do with an impatient guy like me, to actually sit down for hours, draw and color it up.....that too when I was drawing today after almost a decade!! Not a Hussain, but used to have a feather touch to his skills....well, this is certainly not one of my best ones, but when you are getting back to it after almost 9 years, things do not fall as they used to. Its been years of making tablets, carrying out synthesis in medichem labs, killing frogs and splitting em wide open, making presentations and websites and here it is getting back to one of the most primitive skills of Homo sapiens....man painted from the stone age....well....this is just a tribute to my stone-aged skills!!

When things get a lil' teethy....

What constitutes humor, i mean why do we actually smile, burst out in lafter, tears in eyes, werent the tears programmed to be secreted only when we were sad, why is that our tummy starts aching, mouths wide open as if its an exhibit to the world for modern day architectural technology being applied to teeth. Its during these so called 'events' (lafing) when the black sticky snakes of our mouth piece come alive. This blog is thus dedicated to a normal man's visit to his/her dentist.

Teeth, 32 of them, well dont be upset if your count comes to a lesser number, nowadays, its a regular phenomenon with most of us.. Yes, cement, ceramic, and all those expensive metal filled cavities count too. Visit to a dentist now a days is as expensive as visitng a jewellery store. I put it as a 'Dentist Crown affair'(based on pierce brosnon' Thomas crown affair)...Well as i see, not much is different, a jewellery store sells gold and silver and likes, a dentist too sells gold and silver and likes, the stuff from jewellery store goes somewhere on our bodies to be flaunted, and so does the stuff from the dentist, flaunted with every smile, in a way it's good, u end up smiling more, afterall you paid for that 'golden tooth' why not smile and flaunt it!!

I remember when i had to make a career choice after my 12th grade(HSC examz) , I was in a dilemma whether to go for Pharmacy or Bachelor of Dental Surgery (BDS), it was one of those hot summer noons when the intense heat had seeped in our Baroda residence and we ( dad and me) had an arguement over what profession is a better choice! It was then that we heard a knock n our door, I went up and opened it, usually salesman are expected around that part of the day, that day being exceptionally hot ( i still recall it was 45'c, that close to our 113' farenheit) and baroda's summer is intensely dry and dusty, this guy clothed in a white lab coat, a small bag in hand with the most deserving look in his eyes ( ever seen a puppy on a roadside, hungry since ages with droopy eyes and hopes of all the worlds calling out for help and a hug, with a shiny tear in the corner of the eyes), that is how he looked, and asked only 1 question,"Aapka daant tuta hai kya?'', do u have a broken teeth?, is what he meant! Now, I belong to the league of those people ( Yes we have a league of such people), who think that their teeth are made of pearls! You know, pearls in oyster, strong, beautiful, shiny, who never visited a dentist, not for the fear of one, but for believing that our teeth are the best, so for a person like me, it was a moment best described as a combination of shock, awe, plight, condolence...all these feelings in my heart and mind came out with a smirk on my face! In voluntarily, (I dont regret it though)His face litereally twitched as a strained elastic, and he gave me the angriest look ever as if i just challenged him his qualifications and snatched his degree from him and am tearing it down in tatters all while jumping and smiling in joy. I tried to reply, "No", wanted to accompany the word "Sorry" but .....hey, it's not my fault that I don't have a broken tooth! Tooth fairy has been nice to me! Its she who you got to sort your issues out with...Not me!

I walked back in and loved to stare at my dad's face, he was rooting for the profession of the guy at the door! And i was glad I did not take up BDS ( By no means I aim to hurt my fellow Dentist friends, but this is 1 incident that actually happened.)

A time does come, even for the people in the extraordinary league like me, the pearl teethed people, that our pearls become perils, gray shades start building up, afterall even the TAJ gets tarnished one day! Anyways, a visit to a dentist, once in a lifetime is an acheivement that everyone of us acheives!! Just another civil engineeer turned doctor is my defination of a dentist. Both use cement, both drill hard surfaces, both fill up dug pits and cavities. Its just a micronized set of tools that diffrentiates a dentist from a civil engineer working at a construction site. Its our mouth, the construction site for a dentist! Teeth of all, are one of the strongest part of our body, believed to surveive even when a person is totally torched!! Yes, even if u torch a person with ATF ( Aviation turbine fuel) teeth would survive, and a dentist kills these survivors in no time.

The standard protocols are annoying as such, they ask you to open your mouth and keep it open until a spider stops by and build a cob-web of a 'smiley' in your teeth! Seriously, they keep your mouth open for ages!! God gave us lips and the muscles around lips so that we keep our 'mouth pieces' closed, and violating the very creation, is a torture in itself. Next time i have an arguement with my girl friend, shes getting a ' free dentist visit' gift card from me!

The last time i visited the dentist, for a regualr check up that is, yes the day my pearly dreams were shattered, he has a look at my teeth, " everything looks pretty gud, except, 8 of the teeth here...and there...need to be re-filled." Excuse me, RE-filled! Is my teeth getting eaten up by other rival teeth?? What is a re-fill supposed to mean! He then drill 8 holes in my teeth, i would arfue any day on that, that those were really gud teeth, but thats how these civil engineered doctors are, drill first then fill that drilled hole! He would then charge you both for drilling and filling! Outrageously ridiculous!

Every visit is an adventure in itself, especially when its the wisdom tooth removal! What a nice name, but equally painful! Mouth is made to fit 32 teeth, why would you want to put in one more. Arent 32 enuf already! But No, this wisdom teeth has to come out, and it will make sure it comes out in a place that is most difficult to reach! The place that can be the most painful and the place where there is No way that you would expect such a thing to spring up! One fine morning you wake up and see the population growth increase by 1 in your mouth! The neighboring tooth is not going to make way for the new kid on the block, both cram in the same place, the mouth is not getting bigger, are we actually evovling by grwoing more teeth? No, they are just meant to create deep and sudden and throbbing sensations of pain Only! Their removal is a necessity and a story in itself! You should see a dentist' facial expressions when he/she spots a wisdom tooth, the smile runs from one ear to the other, "The tricky the place, the Bigger the moolah".....!

Teethy adventures are a memorable event in one's life! Living with it is the only option! Thers no escaping!

Blog seriously??

Well so here it goes, this was on my mind since almost 5 years, talking about memory, i have a habit of keeping some thoughts remembered all the years down the memory lane, i have certain ideas, dreams, secrets, ratlling, dangerous, devilous ( i have a way of inventing my own words, you would see that happening a lot) so, these memories, stay with me, i recall them every now and then, plan to implement them every once in a while, but actually Never do! Blogging was one of my dreams...i am a story teller by passion, a side never explored by anyone, not even me. I still claim to be a good story teller coz i know that i am. well, self proclaimed story teller. there you go!I love writng, some of my friends even believe that am a pretty good writer, yes i am, but when it comes to writng letters with sentiments and emotions ( just a way to spell out 'Love-letter')....Once upon a time...is not my cuppa coffee(i dont drink tea)...living in present and writing about it is my fantasy.

To think of it, i seriously suggest you all to try it one day, every hour that passes in a day when you are awake and breathing with your eyes open, every hour of the day, if you believe me, is a story in itself, a short story of things, new charachters may enter, old characters amy exit, you may be in an angry mood, a happy mood, you may have accomplished something, lost something, aimed something or dreamt of something, an hour in a day may have defined you love of life, it may even have broke your heart. Every hour in itslef has a story in it. Now i m not being philosophical, if thats what you may think of, its true, theres very few of those days when you actually have time to sit on a chair, in the balcony, and stare at the traffic go by on the busy roads, you are constantly staring at those cars, bikes, guys and gals pass by, but you are immersed in your own world, its then that these stories come to life.

Ever wodered how strangely a human mind works. Managing 2 things at a time is a classic example of us staring at something and thinking of completely something opposite, does that mean, we are wsting our energy in what we are seeing thrugh our eyes coz we are not thinking about what we are seeing, or is it an injustice to th thoughts cylcling in our mind that we should just close our eyes and think to what we are thinking, a living paradox that happens almost many times of a day! to explain the least, you can see for urself, this blog began with why i actually write a blog and it is ending right now with this paradox of life!....Mind wanders....i wrote this entire segment in a go, without a stop or a chat with any1 around, i am sitting in my room with slow music humming and this is the playgorund of my thoughts!! Mind really is a Nomad!!

adios until my next blog!