Habi jabi....

Its a May afternoon turning to evening, its hot humid and unpleasant. And since yesterday i've been worried. I just finished reading Lord Of The Rings and now i don't have any other books to carry me thru the remaining 1 and a half month, or so it seems. I have to locate a good book as soon as possible or else i'll be blowing up more and more on our internet usage hourse and blog-hop incessantly as i've been doing all day long.

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Doesn't look like it'll rain today evening. The welcome kalboishakhi has become even more elusive. Last movie i saw was Bose The Forgotten Hero. Wasn't too bad, but wasn't that great either. But it was good to visit Nandan again. Everytime i go there somehow my faith is restored in the whole bangaliana thingy. Yes antel...yes yes i know.... rave and rant as you may but i think its nice that even today theres attachment people (bangalis) feel to the place. That's the surest sign that alls still well. And i'd rather have it that way. Anyways all things apart its a good place to go to with friends. Also doubles up as good place to sooth tired and thirsty eyes.

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Deja vu is an amazing thing. Today, while i was having doi-mach for lunch, the aamer-chaatni sent me into one of those deja-vu moments. The taste was exactly like the kaacha (unripe) mangoes we'd cut up, mix with oil, salt and dry in the sun to eat later on. It was way back when as a kid i'd stay in the IIMC campus, and had a lot of other friends. Summer vacations for us would be stealing mangoes from the million and one trees on campus. We'd sneak around and steal them. Then they'd be distributed amongst all of us. Most of it would be eaten up there and then. But at times i'd save up some and take it home. And then i'd cut it up, add salt, oil and leave it in the sun as instructed by dad. But the problem was i could never sit through this whole drying process; i'd sit beside the bowl with all the mango pieces in them and keep staring at them as if my glare would speed up the process. And intermittently while the process of glaring and drying was underway i'd eat up a few pieces just to taste and check how they were coming along. And before long it was all over.

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Well if you have the patience to read my last post , don't mistake me to be some sports journalist or something. I'm no way close to anything like that. I was so taken up emotionally by the match that i couldn't help myself. It was mostly out of an immense admiration for Steven Gerrard that grew exponentially through the match that i wrote the whole thing. Oh and yesterday i saw another emotinally draining incident. It was the European Grand Prix, Nurburgring. Kimi Raikonnen, my favourite over the last few GP's crashed out in the LAST lap!!! How dissapointing could that be. The front-right suspension had picked up some damage from a run into a chicane and kept vibrating like crazy. It was going to bust anytime but the cruelty of it all was that it happened in the last lap. And Kimi the race leader for 90% of the race couldn't even finish the race.

Now that is what i call sad.