What's up Dog?

When I was in the UK, I made friends with this hefty 120 pound black dude, Devon Charles.
(Please note ~ I am not a racist! I call a spade a spade. I call the Brits white! But most often I refer to them as Pommies)
Don, as he likes himself called, is a very good buddy of mine. His towering stature and his magnanimous belly often puts you on the back foot.
Cricket followers would know what I am talking about. The ball comes at you at a brute pace and is directed to take your head off.
The best option for you is to step back and sway away from the line of the ball. Well, Don is 'THE BOUNCER' when you first meet him, but when he befriends you and speaks in his "YO" accent, the bouncer becomes 'A JUICY HALF VOLLEY' which you can just ease out of the stands.
I should stop talking about cricket. The minnows eating the sharks have gotten into my head. It's an amazing feeling, one of exotic intoxication, when I see the underdogs performing so well.
When everyone had written them off, they just came on to the field and gave a sterling performance.
It just set my tears rolling!
I am sad that India and Pakistan are out of the tournament, both teams studded with superlative cricketers!
(India is only virtually out as there is still one in a thousand chances of Bermuda defeating Bangladesh. And I bet that all of India would be praying for Bermuda's win. But I most sincerely wish that this should not happen. It would not be good for Cricket-more specifically Indian cricket. It was sad to see Dravid break down, as he did, after the team's loss to Sri Lanka. I don't think Indian fans have the heart to witness the team lose another match.)
But, I must say Bangladesh and Ireland played very well on the day that mattered the most.
Coming back to Don, he had called me up yesterday.
"Yo Dog! Wassup with you?" were the first words that he spoke to me after three months.
When you call some one a Dog in India you are sure to be reverted back with a barrage of the vilest abuses you might have ever heard.
Dharam paji during his peak times used to address every villain in his movie as Kutte! Kamine!
But when Don calls me Dog, he speaks so reverently and earnestly that I can only reply back with 'I am cool! Doggg' (with the added stress on the 'G')
I wonder why he adresses me as dog.

Ah! Maybe I know the answer.

• Don is a Man.
• Dog is man's best friend.
• I am Don's best friend

So does that mean I am Dog?

:-)

Cheers Dogs!
TLT

P.S> Indians were Lankan'ed yesterday. I knew that we lost the game when Sachin got bowled through the gate. I switched off my TV after that. I read in today's newspaper that Dravid tried to achieve the impossible, fighting and struggling to save the team from embarrassment, till the very end. It is very sad to note that the stalwarts of modern Indian cricket (Sachin especially) will retire knowing that they could not bring home the glorious cup even after competing for 3 years.

A much sadder note this World Cup is the murder of Pak coach Bob Woolmer. Pakistan was literally annihilated by the nascent Irish team. It is not yet confirmed who were responsible for this shameful act or what were the motives behind this. The killers may be anyone - some lunatic cricket fans, some members from the Pak team, the underworld. Let's not point our fingers at anyone before they are convicted. But whatever happened was really sad....and shocking! The entire cricketing community should be ashamed. Malcolm Speed has announced that such tragedies happen, and that the quest for the cup has to go on. I don't seem to agree.

Cricket has just become a way to earn some quick bucks- be it the corporate houses that use Cricket to lure the public into buying some crap, be it the cricket stars who themselves unabashedly plunge into the world of advertisements, be it the underworld who thrive on the betting racket to fund their despicable acts. I am sadder to see the common man getting trapped into all of this. I hate to see the sensible and passionate cricket fans to be turned into some sort of raving frenzied monsters who burn effigies of cricketers, attack their houses, when they don’t perform well!!!! I shudder to think how far they might go on with this.

This world cup would be marked as the event when Cricket lost its glory. It has become a devil's paradise - betting, match fixing, drugs, assault and now MURDER!

God Save Cricket!

Tagged - Why I am the Way I am

This is $$%%%$$ tough. Judging/Understanding oneself is really tough. Rai is the one who is making me do this.
'Dishum! Dishum! Pow! Kapow! Kaboom! Smack!' That was for you Rai ;-)

It's so easy to say "Alice is so pretty. She has a kind heart." Or, let's say "Ramesh is a brave boy. He fights everyday to overcome his own demons" .
Or, even easier would be to say "Shelly is such a mean person!" or probably "John doesnt even know how to dress smart!"

But, can I ever say something like this about myself? If I say good about myself people will think "Saala! Apne muh aap miyan mithu"
And bad about myself, I do not have the courage to say it out. I am afraid that it will ruin whatever I have currently. So this post would just be about my whites, or maybe something which is gray! But there won't be any black which will be revealed today.
I have tweaked the topic of the post more to my liking. This post contains 6 different characteristics of me and why I have those traits.

To make it interesting, let me try to write these in Haikus.

1. Emotional

Drops of rain
Tears gushing out
Mom scolded

(I cannot hide my emotions. You are at a disadvantage when people can fathom what really is going on inside your mind. I need to learn to mask my emotions.
Even watching some movies can induce tears in my eyes. This is definitely hereditary. My mom is as emotional as I am.
Note~ I don't cry when I chop onions)

2. Dual Personality

Under the hot moon
I saw it;
My mood swing

(One moment I am the happiest person on earth and in the next I am bitter. I don't understand why? Maybe its the way my DNA has intertwined.. :-)
Apart from this, compared to what I am otherwise, I am a totally different person when I am at office. This change is intended. I like to keep my work and home separate.
Note ~ My friends don't like this!!)


3. Tough

Scorching sun -
Dad's near fatal accident
Makes me sweat

(My dad's near death experience has changes our lives for ever. Each member in our family is now tougher than ever.)

4. Love My Comics

Sipping coffee reading;
In the balcony
Mandrake The Magician

(I love reading comics and graphic novels. Not that I don't read the normal novels. I do that too!
But I am not as passionate about it as I am for the comics. This I definitely know why. From childhood I was brought up on a regular doze of Indrajal comics featuring Phantom, Mandrake, Rip Kirby, Flash Gordon etc.)


5. Topophobic

Heartbeat rising
Stop; school stage
Morning speech

(I was always nervous when I was on stage.
I remember that once I had told my Mom that I could hear my heartbeats more than the speech that I delivered on stage. She immediately took me for a echo test to make sure my heart was fine. The doctor suggested that the symptom could be because of my nervousness ;-)
Again, I have not been able to find the root cause of this phobia. Maybe this is because I was always afraid of people judging me.

6. Funny Guy with lots of PJs :-)

Her smiling splashes
Recycled water
Really bad hairday

(I was watching Jiah Khan's lawn bath, from the movie "Nishabd", on Saturday. That was when I remembered that our company is very eco friendly an uses recycled water for watering our lawns.
I couldn't restrain myself from passing this comment "I wonder how Jiah's hair would look after a bath at My Company's lawns ;-)
And people did laugh at my pathetic joke!!!
I credit this trait my my friends. I was lucky( Read: Lucky me ... Unlucky You) to be in the company of friends who encouraged my stupid jokes... ;-)
Note~ Chandler Bing is my IDOL!


The bottom line is that we are moulded the way we are because of
1> Social Environment
2> Family
3> Friends
4> Adversities
5> Geographical Location
6> Faith
There are a lot more factors too that contribute to your appreciation or depreciation in some way or the other.
In the end what matters most is that what sort of clay you are made of? How resilient you are to bad influences and how accommodating you are to the good ones!

Cheers,
TLT

No Men's Day!!!

Today is a special day! A day that is supposed to spread cheer and glad tidings among all the Venus dwellers. Yes! On 8th of March, year after year, International Women's Day is celebrated globally.
Reason quoted: "connecting all women around the world and inspiring them to achieve their full potential".
What about Men??? Don't men need to connect? Well I suppose we are already connected that's why there is no need of a celebration for us!
But lads! Don't be disheartened. You will get your share of a day soon. You may just have to wait for another 17 years and 20 days.
I understand that you are puzzled! How could some one predict future and that too stating such precise date?
Well, if Nostradamus could then why couldn't the street astrologer who beckoned me yesterday? He and his sidekick - The Parrot predicted that after 17 years and 21 days I would be appointed the Prime Minister of India.
He read the shock on my face and with a twinkle in his eye he repeated: "Yes! You will become the Prime Minister.. Probably the youngest!"
I have thought long and hard yesterday about this. The first things that I am gonna do is to revoke all reservations given to the galz! When the galz say they wanted to be treated as equal, it is our moral obligation that we agree to it.

- No "Aap Pehle"
- No opening the car door and waiting for you to walk "thumak - thumak" slowly and be seated.
- No separate ladies queue
- No bus or train seats for ladies separately!!

Some people might think this is foolish. It will only give rise to the number of eve teasing complaints against women. Don't worry ladies! I have a plan to stop this. Eve teasing will no longer be a minor offense. It will be treated as a non bailable offense with a maximum prison sentence to be 10 years of hard labour.
The only thing I am worried about is that we may have to lock up a quarter of India's male population.

March 28th, 2024 this bill will be passed and I shall declare it as Men's Day! Why shouldn't we have a day to celebrate our rights? We should and we will!

Yours sincerely,
Future Prime Minister.
TLT

;-)